Bullseye growled as he waited near the Hotel entrance, his eyes focused on
the elevator in front of him. While he was grateful for the new spine and
having his hands augmented to ensure they could never be taken again, he
did not like being told he had to wait to get his revenge. Some would say
Revenge is a dish best served cold. Bullseye would say that the people who
said that were a bunch of idiots and everything is always best served up
flaming hot.
He had been on three of these hits now, this one being his fourth. The first and second were easy enough, they were both in the same vehicle. One paperclip and a toothpick later, and the limo became a submarine and the bodies were pulled out of the East River a week later. Number three was a bit tougher though. He was a wealthy Texas Oil man, the kind who had long horns on his limo as a hood ornament and wore a cowboy hat, even though he had never been on horseback a day in his life. He was also a very paranoid fellow who kept numerous armed guards nearby at all times. He took at least half a deck of cards to take out, but it was worth it to listen to the dying gurgles of an oil tycoon.
Number four though was different than the others. First, number four was a she. Second she was neither wealthy, nor powerful; she was a witness to a murder that could be traced back to one of his Superiors employees. So, this hotel maid was going to be taken down by the world's deadliest assassin.
"This is a waste of my bloody time!" he thought to himself as he looked nervously from his watch to the elevator. "I could be out tracking down that bleedin' Devil, but noooooooooooooooooooooo I have to go out and clean up someone else's fuckups!"
As time continued, Bullseye stood, trying to maintain the look of patience while playing with an ace of spades; He was going to use a 2 of diamonds, but now his whole afternoon was shot to hell because little miss eyewitness had to go and blab to an attorney, and as such decided that she was worth the higher valued card. Finally, she had turned a corner with her cleaning cart. Within a second, Bullseye was out the door and she was clutching her throat.
"Bullseye."
~~*~~*~~*~~
"We have to drop the case."
Matt Murdock felt the air rush over his fingers as best friend and partner in law, Foggy Nelson, dropped the case file on the desk.
"What do you mean we have to drop the case? We have spent MONTHS building this case!"
"Matt, the eyewitness is dead. Without her to give testimony, we are sunk and so is the case."
"And another killer walks."
"Unfortunately."
Matt clenched his fists tightly in an effort to maintain some inward control. "How did she die?"
"Not sure, but she was in a room full of people. The hotel lobby where she worked, but no one saw anything. She was just pushing her cart one minute and clutching her throat the next."
"Wait. Clutching her throat?"
"Yeah, her throat was cut."
"And no one saw this? I know there are not THAT many blind people in New York."
"Matt, the camera's didn't even pick anything up. We have to drop the case."
Matt was far from happy, and that meant only one thing. Tonight the Devil was going out on the town.
~~*~~*~~*~~
"What do you mean 'Not Yet'?"
His new employer simply arched a brow before answering. "You will get to Daredevil soon enough. Right now though I have a certain competitor of mine that I want you to eliminate for me. And if you play your cards right and fate is kind, you may get to sink your eager teeth into one of those costumed freaks like Daredevil himself."
Bullseye was seething, but found he was making an effort to calm down. Anger management was not one of his strong suits. "Fine. Who is it, Hammer?"
Justin Hammer smirked as he leaned back, having one of his assistants bring out the in-depth dossier on the next target. "His name is Silvio Manfredi; A rival crime boss who is looking to move in and take over Fisk's territories. We cannot allow that to happen. It would interfere in our plans."
Bullseye eyed the picture. The man was old, possibly pushing into his 80's. "So do I push him down some stairs and take away his medalert bracelet so he can't get help with getting up? I don't see how this will get me the Devil."
"First, I want you to execute this job just like any other you would do. As for the Devil, word out on the street is that some costumed clown is following Manfredi. Apparently his boys made some mistakes and got overheard by someone so now he has someone tailing his operations. Might be Daredevil, might not."
Bullseye simply nodded. If it weren't Daredevil, then it would be someone else, possibly that insect guy. What did the local newspapers call him? Spider-Man? And he thought that Daredevil was the name perfect for a spanner. "Manfredi will be taken care of. No worries. As for his follower, for his sake, I hope he has decided to take the night off."
Justin Hammer grinned as he shook Bullseye's hand. "Good man. Good man."
Bullseye simply nodded, turned on his heel, and walked out of the room. Two guards waited outside the door. They were big, brutish gorilla types. Bullseye had decided to name them Ig and Ook. The pair never said anything to him, which he didn't mind, but they followed him around the compound from the moment he entered for an assignment to the moment he left.
"So how are the wife and kids?" he asked Ig as the trio stepped onto the elevator to go down to the ground floor. Not getting an answer, Bullseye shrugged and began whistling "Danny Boy." His eyes moved towards Ook. "Lose weight?"
Again he was met by silence.
"Bloody fine conversationalists you are." He said before stepping out of the elevator and out into the main hall, where he made for the exit and set out to begin his dirty work.
Authors Note: Silvio Manfredi, aka Silvermane, will be in his pre-cyborg mode. In other words, at this point he is just a normal man. As for Spiderman, will he make a cameo, will he not, will I kill the bug boy off just for the hell of it? Tune in for next chapter, same bat time, same bat.... Wait a minute... wrong company. Ah well.
He had been on three of these hits now, this one being his fourth. The first and second were easy enough, they were both in the same vehicle. One paperclip and a toothpick later, and the limo became a submarine and the bodies were pulled out of the East River a week later. Number three was a bit tougher though. He was a wealthy Texas Oil man, the kind who had long horns on his limo as a hood ornament and wore a cowboy hat, even though he had never been on horseback a day in his life. He was also a very paranoid fellow who kept numerous armed guards nearby at all times. He took at least half a deck of cards to take out, but it was worth it to listen to the dying gurgles of an oil tycoon.
Number four though was different than the others. First, number four was a she. Second she was neither wealthy, nor powerful; she was a witness to a murder that could be traced back to one of his Superiors employees. So, this hotel maid was going to be taken down by the world's deadliest assassin.
"This is a waste of my bloody time!" he thought to himself as he looked nervously from his watch to the elevator. "I could be out tracking down that bleedin' Devil, but noooooooooooooooooooooo I have to go out and clean up someone else's fuckups!"
As time continued, Bullseye stood, trying to maintain the look of patience while playing with an ace of spades; He was going to use a 2 of diamonds, but now his whole afternoon was shot to hell because little miss eyewitness had to go and blab to an attorney, and as such decided that she was worth the higher valued card. Finally, she had turned a corner with her cleaning cart. Within a second, Bullseye was out the door and she was clutching her throat.
"Bullseye."
~~*~~*~~*~~
"We have to drop the case."
Matt Murdock felt the air rush over his fingers as best friend and partner in law, Foggy Nelson, dropped the case file on the desk.
"What do you mean we have to drop the case? We have spent MONTHS building this case!"
"Matt, the eyewitness is dead. Without her to give testimony, we are sunk and so is the case."
"And another killer walks."
"Unfortunately."
Matt clenched his fists tightly in an effort to maintain some inward control. "How did she die?"
"Not sure, but she was in a room full of people. The hotel lobby where she worked, but no one saw anything. She was just pushing her cart one minute and clutching her throat the next."
"Wait. Clutching her throat?"
"Yeah, her throat was cut."
"And no one saw this? I know there are not THAT many blind people in New York."
"Matt, the camera's didn't even pick anything up. We have to drop the case."
Matt was far from happy, and that meant only one thing. Tonight the Devil was going out on the town.
~~*~~*~~*~~
"What do you mean 'Not Yet'?"
His new employer simply arched a brow before answering. "You will get to Daredevil soon enough. Right now though I have a certain competitor of mine that I want you to eliminate for me. And if you play your cards right and fate is kind, you may get to sink your eager teeth into one of those costumed freaks like Daredevil himself."
Bullseye was seething, but found he was making an effort to calm down. Anger management was not one of his strong suits. "Fine. Who is it, Hammer?"
Justin Hammer smirked as he leaned back, having one of his assistants bring out the in-depth dossier on the next target. "His name is Silvio Manfredi; A rival crime boss who is looking to move in and take over Fisk's territories. We cannot allow that to happen. It would interfere in our plans."
Bullseye eyed the picture. The man was old, possibly pushing into his 80's. "So do I push him down some stairs and take away his medalert bracelet so he can't get help with getting up? I don't see how this will get me the Devil."
"First, I want you to execute this job just like any other you would do. As for the Devil, word out on the street is that some costumed clown is following Manfredi. Apparently his boys made some mistakes and got overheard by someone so now he has someone tailing his operations. Might be Daredevil, might not."
Bullseye simply nodded. If it weren't Daredevil, then it would be someone else, possibly that insect guy. What did the local newspapers call him? Spider-Man? And he thought that Daredevil was the name perfect for a spanner. "Manfredi will be taken care of. No worries. As for his follower, for his sake, I hope he has decided to take the night off."
Justin Hammer grinned as he shook Bullseye's hand. "Good man. Good man."
Bullseye simply nodded, turned on his heel, and walked out of the room. Two guards waited outside the door. They were big, brutish gorilla types. Bullseye had decided to name them Ig and Ook. The pair never said anything to him, which he didn't mind, but they followed him around the compound from the moment he entered for an assignment to the moment he left.
"So how are the wife and kids?" he asked Ig as the trio stepped onto the elevator to go down to the ground floor. Not getting an answer, Bullseye shrugged and began whistling "Danny Boy." His eyes moved towards Ook. "Lose weight?"
Again he was met by silence.
"Bloody fine conversationalists you are." He said before stepping out of the elevator and out into the main hall, where he made for the exit and set out to begin his dirty work.
Authors Note: Silvio Manfredi, aka Silvermane, will be in his pre-cyborg mode. In other words, at this point he is just a normal man. As for Spiderman, will he make a cameo, will he not, will I kill the bug boy off just for the hell of it? Tune in for next chapter, same bat time, same bat.... Wait a minute... wrong company. Ah well.