Frank Castle ²

The first thing Frank noticed when he walked into the briefing room was Billy trying very, very hard not to laugh.
That should have been his first warning.
The second was the coffee cup Billy was hiding behind.
The third was the woman standing at the head of the table.
Frank stopped dead.
She stopped too.
For a moment, neither of them moved.
He knew her.
Not from the service. Not from some classified file or previous operation.
From last night.
From the bar.
From the conversation that had started with two strangers and somehow ended with both of them waking up the next morning wishing they could rewind the previous twelve hours.
Neither of them had known who the other was.
Apparently, that was no longer a problem.