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The Meeting
Donovan Burke rarely questions Frank Castle's motives or good sense; the man has lived through more scrapes in the last twenty years than most combat battalions do in their whole existence. But this meeting with Nick Fury sets off all the wrong bells and whistles in Burke's head. Frank respects this man, which should be enough for Donovan, but it's not. Not completely.

Burke remembers his dad telling him about meeting Nick Fury back in '79 during a SHIELD-US Marshals joint operation. Dad even thought highly of Nick Fury, but right now, Burke wasn't certain if Fury wouldn't just show up and try to shut him down. He didn't want a fight with any SHIELD agents, but he'd been down this road before...and he couldn't be certain that Girardson wasn't lurking in the shadows somewhere, even though he'd checked the surrounding two blocks twice before sundown.

Now, at 8pm Thursday evening, Burke parks his van three blocks away from the warehouse Fury agreed to meet in and hoofs it the rest of the way. Slipping in the back door, he checks the perimeter one more time to make sure that his escape routes are ready if he had to evacuate in a hurry. When he's satisfied that things are as ready as they can get, he pulls up two rolling desk chairs and sets them in a circle beneath an overhead light on the otherwise-vacant warehouse floor.

He takes a couple of deep breaths and makes comforts himself with the knowledge that he still has his guns.

And he waits.