He was finally done with Chuck. He didn't have to put up with the stupid jokes that made no sense, the constant whining, and the puppy dog love that he was sick of. He was being sent on a mission to hell's Kitchen. The NSA wanted a pair of eyes on what was going on down there. So far he had gotten visual of the three biggest threats in the town. One they call the Punisher, the other daredevil, and his favorite… Fisk.
He liked the name Wilson Fisk, better than the others anyway. This dude didn't need a fancy fake name to scare the wits out of the people. Wilson intrigued Casey in every way. He needed to know him. It didn't take much to track him down and watch the things he was capable of. He was a dangerous guy, but at the same time seemed to have something darker lingering in him. It was like a cloud was hanging over this guy.
Casey knew that look when Fisk turned away from the body he had just mutilated with a car door. Casey had had that look on his face many times before. It was obvious what this guy did wasn't enjoyable for him and that he had some kind of past. He had to meet this guy in person. He desperately wanted to know this guy's story. He tracked down a party he would be at and decided to show up, armed mind you.
Fisk was the center of attention. Casey took a glass of champagne and continued to watch Fisk. It appeared that he had a lady friend with him. Intriguing. He lifted the glass to his lips and that was when he got a slight scent of something… out of place. It was poisoned. He had a trained nose. He moved quickly to the lady that was with Fisk, who had champagne in her hand and was about to take a sip.
He didn't have a brilliant plan, so he just knocked it out of her hand. The guy near her had a glass as well. He hit the glass with his elbow knocking it to the ground. Fisk was in his face in seconds. "Do you mind… telling me exactly what you are doing?" He asked in a seemingly calm way, but Casey always talked to Chuck in this voice.
He knew better. Fisk was pissed. "Do you mind if we take this conversation aside?" Casey seen Fisk's jaw clench, but gestured to the stairs. Casey walked up them and proceeded down a hallway. "The drink your girlfriend I assume, was about to drink, was poisoned." Casey stated simply. Fisk squinted his eyes at him and nodded slowly. "I want you to come with me. If you are telling the truth you live. If not … well."
Fisk shrugged and began to walk down the steps not even caring if he was followed or not. Casey left and went home. He figured he would be found one way or another. A day had barely passed when he heard knocking on his door. He opened it to a large man. "Come in, Fisk" Casey said. Fisk strolled in and looked around. "It appears as though you will live. I have to thank you for saving Vanessa."
Casey nodded and closed his door "It was no problem." Fisk rounded on him "That brings me to my next issue. How did you know it was poisoned?" Casey laughed "I could smell it." Fisk raised his eyebrow in surprise "You smelled it?" Casey nodded. Fisk seemed skeptical. "I want you to be apart of my team. First I must test you. I have... issues with trust. Do you mind?" Casey shook his head and the two left to begin Casey's test.