The Pawnisher, Factory

Standard punisher background is in play, murdered family, murders criminals without the slightest remorse, etc. Leopard man named Frank Catstle. Wears a long coat, combat boots, jeans, and a kevlar vest with a skull painted on it.

>There is an old factory in a secluded part of tundratown.
>4 wolf goons are outside the factory smoking around a flaming barrel and talking while keeping lookout.
>Inside the factory chemists of multiple species are hard at work making drugs.
>There are five more wolf goons patrolling the floor.
>The person responsible for this particular manufacturing site is a raccoon.
>The raccoon is watching the chemists through the window of his office elevated above the factory floor.
>There are several drug manufacturing setups in factories throughout zootopia.
>A black, midsize car pulls up 2 blocks away from the factory.
>The car idles for a minute before the driver shuts off the engine and steps out, closing the door behind him.
>The driver walks calmly through the snow towards the factory, not so much as even acknowledging the cold.
>The wolves notice the driver as he walks through the open gate in the chain link fence.
>One of the wolves yells at the driver to "beat it".
>"I'm looking for the nearest service station, but my map doesn't list them. Could you be so kind as to point on out on this map for me?" the driver responds.
>The wolves look at each other for a second before one says "Sure, can I see that map of yours?"
>"Why of course" said the driver, reaching with his gloved paw into his coat. But what he pulled out was not a map, but a Micro Uzi.
>Before the wolves could realize what was going on, the driver drew a line across them with his submachine gun.
>As the driver walked past he noticed one of the wolves was still kicking. He picked up the wounded wolf with a headlock and entered the factory through the door.

>The chemists and guards were already tense after hearing the gunfire outside, they relaxed for a moment when they saw the wolf come through the door, but that did not last long as the driver kicked the wolf forward from him and unleashed a spray of hot lead upon a group of chemists and guards who were standing 20 feet from the door.
>The guards not shot drew their shotguns and assault rifles and ran behind any sort of cover they could find.
>The driver quickly ran forwards and grabbed a chemist who was still standing and used them as a shield.
>Many of the chemists tried to run only to be cut down by the driver's gunfire.
>The 2 guards made the mistake of poking their heads out from where they were hiding to get a better look at the person who was shooting them up. Only to both be shot 3 times.
>The driver shot dropped the magazine out of his gun in the few moments of calm and replaced it with a new one. He then promptly shot the chemist he was using as a shield and ran further into the factory, shooting five more chemists on the way.
>The remaining two guards and four unharmed chemists had ran upstairs to the raccoon's office, where the raccoon was hiding under his desk. The two wolves took up defensive positions while the chemists hid behind anything they could find.

>A minute later the driver kicked open the door and was shot in the chest five times before he killed the last two guards.
>The driver shot into the furniture the chemists were hiding behind and killed one.
>He proceeded to the desk where the raccoon jumped out with a rifle taken from a wolf nearby pointed at the driver's head, but the driver grabbed the gun and smacked the raccoon in the head with the end of it, knocking him off his feet.
>The driver picked the raccoon up by his neck and slammed him onto the desk. The driver started questioning the raccoon about who he works for, while bashing his face into the desk.
>The raccoon finally told the driver who he was working for, and was then thrown through the window and onto the factory floor.
>The driver heard sirens getting closer, so he ran outside to his car and drove off towards home so he could patch up the holes in his kevlar and finish off the cookies his neighbor had made for him.
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