『Dare the Devil』

"Failed!?" The fat man bellowed as he smashed his enlarged fist against the desktop of his office.

"Failed…?" The Arranger stood there across from Fisk, sweat forming on his temple. "I assure you! This wasn't supposed to happen! I will fix--"

"You have endangered my family!" Fisk pointed at the man fiercely, as if that very little finger could be used to kill him, which it most definitely could. "This is no longer your problem. The fixer will get this done… Isn't that right James?" His eyes moved to another man, in a black suit with a black tie.

He looked like the typical man in black, with dulled lifeless blue eyes and sunken lips.

James Wesley stood there in the doorway of the penthouse Office, strolling towards the men.

"Yes, Kingpin. I will be able to complete the task that your secretary has failed to do..." James was a tall scrawny man with short slick back dirty blonde hair that had a very distinct widows peak. He was in much better shape than Silkworth, if not a little younger.

"Sir! We cannot just send the fixer! If he doesn't make the Recluse disappear on the first attempt--" The arranger was cut short as Fisk stood from his desk, cracking his neck with intolerance.

"You have failed me once, Silkworth. Your continued presence here today puts you in danger… Take the day off," he glared sternly at the secretary before flickering his sight to the Fixer who nodded.

Letting out a sigh, and a shudder, the man in blue would take a step back from the desk and turn to take his leave.

"Can you kill him?" The Kingpin tapped his fingers on the desk impatiently as he sat back down, no longer needing to use intimidation to his favor.

"It will take considerable preparations. I have studied his dossier, very little allows us to know the full extent of his abilities. Your silent partner, hasn't shared his information..."

The Kingpin nodded, knowing that this Recluse Assassin could mean the destruction of all his life's work. Everything that he created, everything that he was going to do, wanted to do. He had to get rid of him for threatening his family's future!

"However we know his weakness..." He took out his phone, revealing the picture of Jack on the front lawn of the Stacy's house. "We can extor--"

"He's got her held up in his house," the Kingpin interrupted his right hand man, leaning back in his chair as he rolled his jaw in annoyance. "You won't be able to get your hands on her."

"Hm… Then perhaps the father who is just within our grasp? Use the officer to lure him out, a hostage situation, trade the Officer for himself." While this idea could work theoretically, it was likely Jack would eliminate everyone present in order to reacquire the old man.

"How would we call him out?"

"His phone was bugged by our friends in the FBI," the Fixer stated as he bobbed his head lightly in a nod, "It appears this 'Jack in the Box' of ours has made a call to warn the man in blue."

"...What?" The baldy raised a brow at this, not having expected the Recluse Assassin to be so brazen. Warn the Police? He just realized Jack had already intentionally endangered his Empire, this wasn't good.

It was all his fault anyway.

"Is there a partner in the car with the Captain?" Fisk asked as he kept an unenthused expression on his face, he didn't like that this was happening. It felt like a domino effect was on its way!

"Yes, but they're not under our payroll."

"Kill the partner, take the Captain hostage as you planned. Have the men hold him at the Docks," He'd order as he pulled his chair closer to the desk, he opened his laptop.

"And if he resists?"

"Hurt him, but don't kill him. Not until you've taken care of the Recluse Assassin."

"What about the police cruiser?"

"Dump it in the Delaware river. Make it look like the partner drove it off the road..." A sickening smile was across the man's lips. He never really wanted to hurt people, but he would do it anyways, as they were just mere stepping stones. So he took no pleasure in this, and forced himself to smile.

James took a step back from the desk, "As you wish Kingpin. It will be done to your expectations."

As he went to turn away, he paused, brought his arm up and checked his silver and sapphire accented watch. He nodded to himself for some reason, unknown to anyone witnessing his behavior. He then pulled his sleeve back over his watch and orderly made his way out of the room.

"Fifteen minutes," he muttered to himself as he entered the nearest private elevator and pressed the button for the basement floor. Drawing a pistol from a holster under his suit jacket, he began to screw on a silencer from the pocket of his suit.

His eyes however remained on the little light at the top of the elevator chamber, watching as the number continued to drop.

In five minutes there was a satisfying ding sound and the doors scrolled open for the man to step out and into the basement. His eyes drifting along a group of thugs who were all crowded around a small table. One of them was dealing cards.

"Cleaners!"

Three men perked their heads up before standing from the table and swiftly jogging over towards him.

"Heh, What's the job boss?" The scrawniest of the group asked with a crooked smile on his face.

"We are going to be killin' a blue and taking the other hostage, do you have anything to detest?"

The three of them shook their heads. "No, boss!" They replied in unison, laughing as they did so. They were paid to eliminate threats, be it civilian, police or political. They didn't care who it was.

Another five minutes went by and they were exiting through the service duct and into the back alley of the building. "We have two minutes, until we're noticed. Two minutes to eliminate the partner, and less than few seconds to take care of Captain Stacy. Be mindful," James warned the crew.

However just as they were about to round the corner into the loading bay area, he held out a hand to stop the men from walking past him.

It was strange. At this time of night, it is usually bustling back here in the loading bay. Pressing his back to the wall, the man peered around the corner. There was no one there, it was a ghost town.

Blinking several times, James looked around. Up, down, left and even right. No one was there, until he heard a low groaning sound from one of the tractor trailers. It sounded like there were a few bodies in there. "That's… Not the Recluse's method of working, they'd be dead."

"Boss..." One began to whisper, "What's going on?"

"Silence fool, whoever took care of the workers here, might be still around." Stepping out into the open, he took silent slow and precise steps.

"Boss, doesn't this look like the handiwork of the Daredevil?"

James froze for a moment, "Shit..." He turned his head and looked towards the three men who were walking after him. Directly behind the three of them was the man in red who was just mentioned, "Behind you!"

Just as he went to aim, Daredevil knocked one of the men in the back of the neck, knocking him out almost immediately before taking the other as a shield.

"Wait! No! Boss, don't shoo--!"

James fired three rounds into the man, making a soft pecking sound thanks to the silencer muffling the shot. "Get him!"

The Daredevil shook his head as he tossed the body to the ground, grappling with the last cleaner. Keeping the cleaner in the way of any clear shots that the Kingpin's, his arch rival's, righthand might have.

"Oh for God's sake..." Shooting the last man in the back, twice, bringing him down onto his knees he went to shook the Daredevil as well. However the man was able to evade his expert shot by kicking a piece of trash into his face.

Covered in soggy food and polluted water, James growled out loud, frantically looking around himself. That momentary distraction allowing the Daredevil to hide from view. "You son of a bitch! Why are you helping the Recluse Assassin?!"

"Recluse Assassin…? Interesting," Matt Murdock, known as the Daredevil by those who had seen his alter-ego, sniggered at the man who was calling him out. "Has your lapdog gone rogue?"

The man grinned lightly hearing the vigilante's voice, though it sounded like it was coming from all directions. That was clearly meant to be disorienting, but it didn't bother the fixer at all.

"He's no lapdog of ours," he spat out as if disowning or even disavowing the Recluse Assassin from even being related to the operations of the Kingpin's Empire. "He threatened our family, now we're threatening his!"

"A recluse has a family…?" The Daredevil dropped down behind the Fixer, who whipped around only to be quickly disarmed by the blindman's swift reflexes. He even emptied the rest of the man's clip without letting him pull the trigger once.

"You bastard!" The fixer threw a punch at the man, which was quickly deflected, only for a knee to connect with his stomach. This one blow from the Daredevil would send James crumbling to the ground, holding his spleen.

"I'd like you to tell me everything you know about this Recluse Assassin..." He squatted down in front of the downed mobster, a small grin forming over his lips.

"...My phone..." James coughed, gripping a knife under his suit jacket.

"Does it look like I'd be stupid enough to reach down and take your phone…? Especially with that knife in your hand." When he said this, James sprung forward towards the Daredevil, who would clasped his hands on the man's head and twist.

With aloud crack, the fixer's limp body dropped to the ground, his neck broken.

"Now, I'll take that phone," he glanced down towards the spot the knife had fallen which was a few inches from James' hand and shook his head in disappointment. Kicking the knife with his foot, he then turned the body over and sifted through his pockets.

Retrieving it from the deadman's body, he flicked it open and then closed it. Stuffing it into a pocket, he would make his way out of the area before he could be noticed. The last thing he needed was reinforcements from the Kingpin or for the police to find that he had made a visit.

"Looks like I won't be putting you back in jail tonight Fisk... But I will take you down. One way, or another." The Daredevil emitted as he disappeared into the night.