[ Aha! The part with the scorch marks does come off, and that seems to be where the belt of ammunition for a large caliber gun was stored. Still is stored, amazingly enough -- it looks like the ammo was set off inside the Punisher, but at least some survived, and the mechanisms for feeding it through look like they're still in working order.

What the hell kind of fight was this? He can't help but be impressed. ]

Sorry, I can't read the future. But it really doesn't matter, does it? No matter what we were, where we ended up, we wouldn't have been there.

[ There's dried blood inside the casing. It's smeared a bit, not like somebody's bloody hand wiped over it, but like somebody tried to clean it out and didn't get it all. Like somebody tried to make the Punisher look as good as possible, before they wrapped it back up and stuck it at the head of that grave out there.

Wolfwood swallows hard, and turns to another compartment. This is feeling more and more like a dissection all the time. ]

We wouldn't be here, now.