The Doctor Will See You Now

Chapter 6

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Frank was sitting on a rooftop with his gun in his lap and his bag was on the ledge next to him while he dangled his feet over the streets of New York. It was dark now and being in that doctor's house for almost a day made him lose track of the people he was after. The Russians were back and they had a new plan for Hell's Kitchen. At least that was what the smugglers on the docks told him.

If last night was any indication of what the Russians' had planned, all he knew was that whatever it was, they didn't want anyone snooping around asking questions. Frank pulled out a cloth and started to wipe down his gun for the fifth time. The cold fall air nipped at his exposed flesh but he was waiting for someone to slip up in the night so he could find more answers.

Pausing only to look down and see the occasional drunk person, Frank decided to busy himself by loading rounds into the magazines for his gun. That way if he needed it, it was already ready to go. Placing his gun on his shoulder with the strap he rummaged through his bag only to come across a slick feeling object. He quickly moved his dirty clothes and ammo out of the way revealing what looked like to be a smashed peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a slightly bruised apple.

He furrowed his eyebrows at the sight. He never remembered packing food last night since he didn't think that it was going to be a big gunfight like it turned out to be. Trying to retrace his steps he was sure that he never stopped for food or anything to that nature. Thinking things through, he realized that the girl that was taking care of Max must have packed it for him assuming that he would take off like he did.

Blowing air through his nostrils he took the food out of his bag and sniffed it making sure that the women wasn't really trying to poison him. He hesitantly pealed back the sandwich bag and took a bite. Moving the contents around in his mouth, he determined that it was safe to eat, so he took another bite.

He almost finished the whole sandwich when he felt a presence behind him. He could feel his anger start to boil to the surface but decided to hear what the man behind him had to say. However, he did flick the safety off of his gun and swing it back around so it was in his lap again before speaking.

"What do you want red?" Frank simply stated into the night air without turning around.

"I wasn't expecting you to come to it as quick"

"What is with the sudden sentimental shit?"

"You're welcome" Matt scoffed.

This is what had Frank shift his torso to face where daredevil stood about twenty feet behind him.

"I wouldn't be saying that. You brought someone who could have easily been killed in that gunfight. Not to mention that there was a point where I am pretty sure that women you brought was going to…"

"I had full faith in Emily and I wouldn't have brought her if I didn't think she could have handled it" Matt interrupted as he angrily flexed his fingers and again clenched them into a fist.

"Keep telling yourself that. You say you are a protector of this city but you really have a funny way of doing it when you endanger innocent lives like that. Especially getting a doctor, who probably works at the hospital, involved. Not to mention that if she died there, there would be cops wanting your head for being there."

Matt scoffed at the man in front of him. No matter what anyone said or how much time passed, it seemed that the two of them would never be able to see eye to eye on certain matters.

"And what about you? What would have happened if they caught you there?"

Frank gave Matt a menacing smile, "I'm already dead red, remember?"

Matt stood ridged as the pair of them sized each other up. They seemed to stay like that for a tense minute until Matt decide to ease the tension as Frank traced Matt's walking figure with his eyes.

"The Russians you are after; I may have some information for you. That is why I decided to stop by."

Frank let his anger dissipate slightly before answering. Matt had a tendency to rile his blood.

"Well what is it?" Frank murmured sarcastically.

"Apparently, no one knows who is organizing the Russian's movement, but word has it is that they are operating a private strip join down in the red-light district of Hell's Kitchen."

Frank couldn't say he was surprised about this new information. He assumed that they had a business to front their money laundering practices and illegal activities. Now, he had a general location of the place and so later he would be able to scope out the terrane and maybe get some more answers about who is leading the Russians and what business they really are conducting.

Frank nodded his head at Matt in thanks and Matt decided that this was the time that he should be taking his leave before the two of them started to fight on the rooftop. That was usually what happened between the two, but Matt was out for revenge that night. He was in a dark place going down an even darker path to try and justify his actions and feelings as to what happened to Electra.

Frank turned back around and looked out past the city skyline as Matt left him. He was sure that the two of them were going to start to fight the other any minute as the tension on the top of the building was stifling. However, even with Matt's new 'hold no prisoners' mentality of late, he still didn't like the man in the red suit.

Frank placed the empty and crumpled up sandwich bag, that contained splotches of peanut butter and jelly, into his bag and replaced it with the apple. Checking the apple over as well, he made sure that everything seemed okay with it as he bit deeply into the skin of the fruit and pulled out a chunk with his teeth.

He occasionally wiped his mouth with his sleeve given that the juices of the apple were running down from his mouth and onto his chin making his skin a little sticky. Frank finished the last of the apple and threw it behind him knowing that the birds would take it upon themselves to finish the apple core for breakfast when the sun decided to expel the nighttime haze.

Surveying the landscape one last time, he decided to get up to see if he could verify the information that red decided to share with him. He needed to find this club and get some much needed answers. Getting up, Frank carefully placed his feet back on the ledge and walked along it seeing where he should start first. However, he noticed a body in a bright yellow shirt who looked like they had strawberry-blonde hair being blown back by the wind from running.

As the brightly clothed body caught his eye, he realized that four big men dressed in all black were chasing the girl.

"Shit" Frank muttered to himself.

That was when Frank's body acted faster than his mind as he grabbed his gun from his lap and tried to get a clear shot on any of the four men, but to his luck, he wasn't in the correct position to shoot and if he did, he would just be hitting air, and eventually the concrete of the sidewalk that the five bodies were running down. So, without thinking, Frank took off at full speed, sprinting across the rooftop to the door that had a dim red sign spelling exit across it.