Frank walked past Midland Circle, and stood in front of the construction site. The place where The Devil of Hell's Kitchen perished to save New York. Karen had told him that Matthew Murdock. Red died here. Frank himself was not one to be too sentimental, but he liked Red. He respected him, even if their ideologies clashed. At the end of the day, they were doing the same job.
Frank sighed as he adjusted his hoodie. "You did good, Red. You can rest."
Red was something that he could never be, a hero. A man that gave his life for nothing more than loving his city. Perhaps, from a certain point of view, Red wasn't wrong. He knew what it was like to be a soldier.
He gave his life for his friends, his city, perhaps even the world. "Semper Fi, Red." He said with a small salute, before leaving back to deal with those that killed his family.
