Reboot-- When Beggars Ride: The Punisher
Spawar- undisclosed Location
Admiral Train threw the head set... it busted against the LCD screen.
"Admiral," The attache spoke softly... "We didn't know... No meta-humans were reported by shield in th..."
"Captain that's not the damn point..." Pausing as the anger spewed out, "Get Rogers on the horn again..... No, better yet send him the dog tags of those 20 dead marines... Mr. 0-3 America, my six....One survivor, authorize retrieval for him..."
As he stormed out of his control room, and headed to his office. The Attache shook his head and followed the Admiral...
When he got to the office The Admiral had already broke out the Jack Daniels. "Admiral Train, this whole situation was unexpected..."
"John," Pausing,"Shut the Hell up... " He stared at the attache and grimaced as he downed the Jack and poured another one.. "As the Upper Brass, It is our sole duty to be prepared for everything... Everything..." A tear fell down the Admirals cheek...
The attache winced he had seen this before, "Sir, with all due respect... Spider looking webs, A wolfs howl, red plasma blast, and then an unknown energy blast... It was an ambush..."
"It does not matter...What is this, the umpteenth time one of our marines or sailors die because of some super-powered terrorist bent on world domination..." Memories of the recent attack by Red Skull's daughter crossed his mind.
"Admiral no matter how well we train our troops, They cant hold their own against enhanced.."
The admiral stood up and put his hand up," And halt... What did you just say???" He sat his glass of Jack down.
"No matter how well we train our troops, They cant hold their..."
"John your brilliant, bloddy brilliant.." The Admiral sat back down at his desk and begin looking through files on his computer.... "Got it..."
"Admiral Train, "The Attache was confused..
"John we do have an asset. " A very evil smile crossed his face. "The war on terror has just went into overtime.." The files begun printing up...
The attache walked over to the printer. He picked up the printouts. As he looked over the files in his hands, and smiled. "Rogers is gonna try and stop this."
A deep laughter escaped the Admiral, "Not an issue.... The marine corps is still department of the Navy, and last time I checked the Army had no say in the needs of the Marine Corps... Neither does what ever agency he is a part of....After all our man is not a super human."
"Once a Marine always a Marine, Admiral..."
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Oval Office- Two months later
"Mr. President this is outrageous! Frank Castle is a sociopathic serial killer." Steve Roger, aka Captain America, was upset, "It took nearly half of the roster of the Avengers to bring him in. And you want to arm him."
Calmly Admiral Train pulled out four sheets of paper. He passes both of them to The President.
President Obama took the papers and carefully read them. As he was reading them, "Admiral what am I looking at?"
"These Mr. President are Francis Castiglione and his Frank Castle enlistment contracts." Smiling the Admiral looks directly at Rogers.
"I have read the files Admiral, what are you trying to get at," Steve Rogers was not a very happy man. "You gotta be kidding me," as realization passed over him.
"So you see where I am going Rogers." The Admiral looked directly at the President, "I am officially on behalf of the United States Marine Corps requesting transfer from Rogers custody, One Francis Castiglione. For the purposes of standing Captains Mast then court martial.After all, He is AWOL and by the UCMJ he also needs to face fraudulent enlistment charge. SO, Per the fact he was never discharged or tried for any of the Accusations currently against him and the FACT that the USMC case predates all of the states accusations... We get him first."
Rogers was quite angry... The President however held up his hand, He leaned back in his chair. "Is there anything else you want to add to Admiral Train. I like how you have beautifully created an original argument that is insane, yet completely sound. At the end of the day, Francis Castiglione is still a serial killer. How can I in good conscious release him to your custody. The reasons you gave are the legal reasons why, but I am going to need more then this."
"Mr. President, I can sum it up in one point. Your Marines are being killed by the dozens by those criminal with super-mega-enhanced whatever. Francis Castiglione has survived and fought in this environment for years."
Steve Rogers looked directly at Train, "So you want us to overlook all the murders he committed. So he can train your young marines to be the same way?"
"Yes, Captain," emphasized the only way a four star can, "You see the Marine corps gets her traditions from the US Navy. Our best tradition is one of teamwork. The 'Army of One' is hogwash. We fight as a team and we die as a team. Maybe the army would be better off if it spent a few years training with the Corps." He turned back to the President, "And Mr. President we intend to use only what we have currently available to keep cost at zero. "
He hands the President another piece of the paper. After he reads over this, "If I remember my history correctly, you intend to assign him to the Marine Attack Squadron 214 in Arizona. The Black Sheep, right."
Rogers gets a surprised look on his face, "The Black Sheep?"
"As a special detachment. Him and those he train sleep in the Brig at night. "
President Obama stood up and walked over to the window. "Many a man has stood here and faced different levels of crisis. Today I face one of conscious, as the angels of our better nature argue."
As the weight of the decision was there," Let me outline what I got from what you have both proposed. Admiral you want me to take a serial killer who should be in jail for life and release him into your custody."Pausing he grimaced and took a deep, "Rogers you want me to deny this for the same reason. Unfortunately Rogers this whole set of arguments come down to this question."
After a moment. "Yes Mr.President?"
Closing his eyes in a state of personal solace, "Can you guarantee that the superhero community, wither it is the Avengers or whoever, will always be there to aide our troops within a window of five minutes?"
Realization dawned on Steve Rogers, "No Mr. President I can not."
Opening his eyes he steeled himself as he turned and walked over to his desk. He signed the orders, "Admiral Train you have your marine."
"Thank you Mr. President." The Admiral Stood up with his hat under his left arm, "Permission to carry on."
"Carry on Admiral...."
As the Admiral left the oval office Rogers was still visibly upset.
"Steve, have a seat." He motioned to a chair on the other side the desk. "I asked you here to ask that one question."
"You already knew our arguments?"
"Steve," The president reached into his desk and pulled out a shield data pad. "This is what motivated the Admiral."
Steve Rogers took the pad and watched the video on it. It was a replay of the deaths of the Marines two months earlier. He still remembered the Dog Tags he received.
"Steve, what the admiral doesn't know is this. " the files in front of roger came from the pad. He watched as the shield report scrolled through. He caught the word Apocalypse and return..
"Rogers its an old rule of Chicago, knowledge is power. I have means in place to ensure I have the most up to date info. This is from the other satellites and the energy signature matches him and his four horsemen. This is what killed those marines."
Rogers looked disappointed.
"Rogers, what you may be thinking I'd advise keeping to yourself. I had to make a choice and I made it. My job is not just to babysit others needs and wants. From time to time I have to hurt good peoples feeling and trust because at this level I have a duty to the citizens of the US and her constitution. You where not informed because I gave the order and I am responsible for this."
"Yes Sir Mr. President."