When Fisk arrived home, his mother, Sheila, was waiting for him. She gave him a big hug and kiss as they embraced each other. "I missed you, Fisk," she told her son. Fisk smiled.
"I know," he replied, then headed inside.
Sheila made Fisk his favorite snack, fried cheese balls with bacon bits stuffed inside. As he crowed down, Fisk couldn't help but notice how sad his mother was. "What's wrong, mom?" he asked.
Sheila turned away and looked out the window. "I'm not ready to see you get married," she said, wiping a tear from her eye. True, Sheila wasn't ready to for Fisk to get married, but she so wanted him to be happy. It was something all mothers had to face. And now it was her turn.
Fisk smiled. "You worry to much mom."
But not far away was Mr. White, and with him was David. The two of them watched the house, waiting to see if Fisk would go back to see Elizabeth and spend the day with her, but if not, than they would keep a close eye on Sheila. After all, she was a likely target that Fisk would do anything to protect.
Fisk did indeed leave his mother and go back to see Elizabeth. Mr. White smiled. His game plan was coming together, soon, all the pieces would be ready to use, and Fisk would be dead. Still, the old assassin wanted to mess with his prey.
That night, Fisk, Lucy, Tommy, Elizabeth and Sheila were walking up to the restaurant they had been invited to. Fisk didn't like this, because his gut was telling him that this was some sort of trap. When he and the others entered, the concierge greeted them. "Mr. Black, your table is ready for you," he said. "If you will please follow me. I think you will love it," then he led them to their table.
When Fisk and the other arrived at the table, he was shocked to see Mr. White sitting at the front, smiling at them. He stood up and said, "Please be seated."
Everyone took their seats, but Fisk never took his eyes off the man who was planning on killing him. He still knew there was four days left until he would be hunted down, so Fisk took his seat.
Sheila looked over at Mr. White. "Do you know my son by any chance?" she asked him as the waiter handed her a menu. Mr. White smiled and nodded.
"We met at the beach, your son was very rude to some of my workers." Mr. White said looking at Fisk with a frown.
"Oh, I was rude?" Fisk challenged. "Your workers were trying to mess around with my girlfriend."
Sheila could already tell that things were not going to play out right. She had no idea why her son was acting this way to the man who invited them to dinner. If only her second husband Tobs was here, he could get things sorted out.
Then Mr. White said something that really upset Elizabeth. In his hand was photo of Red and Fisk in their hotel room. "Does your girlfriend know that you were letting another woman suck your dick?" Elizabeth turned to look at Fisk. He looked down at his plate.
"That is only half true," Fisk said, "I let her start, but I couldn't go any further with her." He looked at Elizabeth sadly. "I'm sorry."
Elizabeth could see the pain and regret on his face. So she turned to Mr. White. "You will never talked to Fisk that way a-"
"Silent you bitch!" Mr. White snapped at her.
Fisk then stood up as Mr. White grinned sharply at him. The room suddenly felt like it was getting warmer to Fisk. He pulled his collar away from his throat. "You are never going to talk to Elizabeth like that again."
Mr. White held up a small blue vial.
That caught Lucy's eye. More surprises? She wondered. "What's that?"
"An antidote," smiled Mr. White.
"Antidote to what?" Fisk asked suspiciously. He suddenly had a premonition.
"To the poison you just drank Fisk," Mr. White sneered. "In five days, you will be dead. Then, your mother and sister will join you in hell."
Fisk got up from the table, his mother trying to get up as well, but then Frank came and grabbed her. The big guy looked at Fisk, staring daggers at him. Fisk then picked up a knife from the table next to him and threw it. The blade buried itself to the handle in Frank's chest.
Just then…
"You're dead Fisk!" David shouted as he came running in with a M60. Fisk watched in horror as he fired on his family and friends, then turned it on him.
Fisk's eyes shot open as he awoke from his dream. He had to be sure that he wasn't dead, so he looked at himself in the bedroom mirror and then looked to the left and saw Elizabeth sleeping peacefully. Fisk smiled. It was just a bad dream, nothing more.
But not far away was Mr. White. He was planning to kill Fisk in two days, but first he needed to get one more thing done before moving forward with the attack. The old assassin walked over to David and looked him in the eye. "David," he said softly. "Find Fisk's cousin Persia, the word is she is now pregnant. And if I remember right, Fisk rescued her from a life of prostitution and drug abuse. Follow that little whore and find out if she stays in contact with Fisk."
David nodded. "Very well, boss." he said, then left.
Mr. White then walked out to address his assassins before they would be sent out to fight their most trained target. They looked at their leader with great respect and stood at attention. The old assassin spoke loud and clear.
"My brothers and sisters. Many of you have only been with me for a short time, that saddens me to know that many of you will not be coming back. But don't fear death," Mr. White smiled as he looked at the many assassins standing before, they suddenly began to shake with fear. "But...Fear me. For I will make your deaths be slow and painful if you fail to kill Fisk. So take my warning as a reason for you not to fail."
"We will not fail!" The assassins shouted in unison.
Mr. White smile turned into a toothy grin. "Good. Now go and get some pussy!"
The next day Fisk was on the phone with Ryan. "So is there anything about Mr. White that we know that will give me an edge over him?" he asked Ryan hopefully. He could hear his stepbrother going through file records on the other end of the line. Then Fisk got his answer.
"He has a step-daughter. Her name is Veroika Rogova, but they don't speak that much." Ryan said. Fisk smiled. It was something he could use. "There is something else you should know..." Fisk could already tell he was going to be in for a shock in a minute. "She was that SVR agent you hooked up with two years ago back in Prague during operation Silent Lamb."
Fisk felt his stomach turn. "Oh, yeah. I remember her." he groaned hanging up the phone as memories played back in his head. The two of them had been together for about two months before he went back to America, and ever since then she had been following him trying to prove he was an agent.
At that very moment the front door swung open. Fisk turned to see three men aiming AK-47s at him. "Who fuck are you!?" he shouted to the men.
The middle man holstered his AK and smiled. "Just some guys giving you a message," he said, then pulled out a tablet and turned the screen toward Fisk. At first, the screen was blank, but then the image came up. Fisk's heart sank at what he saw.
There was his cousin Persia, tided to a chair, blindfolded and David holding a gun to her head. Fisk looked up at the men with the "where is she?"look, and his anger only helped that message get through to the men.
The middle man turned and looked out toward the street. "The way is marked with signs, Agent Fisk. Follow them and you will find Persia, David and Mr. White." Then the three men left.
Fisk slammed his fist down on the coffee table with such force that his hand broke through. Pulling his hand up, he saw that he was bleeding. But the blood and pain mattered little. What did matter now was Persia. She had been taken by Mr. White and was now in very grave danger. Fisk knew there was only one thing to do…
"You want a war, Mr. White?" he said aloud. "I'll give you a war."
Then Fisk picked up his cell phone and dialed. He could hear the phone ringing as his call went out. Then a female with a Russian accent answered.
"Hello? This is Veroika Rogova, who I may ask is calling?" Fisk smiled.
"This is your lover from two years ago," he replied smoothly. "I need your help dealing with your step-father."
Looks like Fisk is gearing up for the final fight. Will Persia be able to live another day and have her baby? Find out soon.