Author's Note: Now we're playing with power, SOLAR POWER

She followed him, walking slowly at several meters behind him so as not to be spotted. There weren't a lot of hiding places around that could allow her to go unnoticed. The attempt to go unrecognizable by wearing different clothes from usual was made but that could only go so far as to hide her unique features. Every time he turned around she ducked her head down and continued walking forward, trying to be nonchalant. It was turning out to be a longer walk than she thought, he wasn't taking any buses and had already been walking for several minutes.

Then the man just inside a lunch joint, having some sort of complex submarine sandwich, it had ham, it had pineapple, mustard, it had cheese and it had some kind of chicken/fish combo. Altogether the meal looked rather vile, oozing the mustard over the table with a slobbish delight. Eventually, he left the joint, could back on the path and started walking down the road again. The number of people on the street increased, making her target a bit harder to see but providing better cover to her to trail him.

Her impatience was starting to show, if he didn't get to wherever he was going, then she was just going to reveal herself to him damn the consequences. This endless walking just pissed her off. Then he suddenly entered an alley, was the this the moment she was waiting for? She peered around the corner, her head just passing over the world that the man had headed down.

That was when she saw him once more, Jim O'Reilly. He was there talking to a man in a beat-up coat, and crooked glasses, his hair was nothing but a messed up pineapple. Jim was handing a big wad of cash to the other smaller man.

She strained her hearing, hoping to overhear the topic the two was quietly discussing in that alleyway, there was barely enough sound to make out the words but she could just about see their lips. This allowed her to use a rarely used gift of hers, reading lips.

"Some guy around queens," The unnamed fellow told Jim. "Heavy duty stuff Jim, frankly that kind of hardware scares me"

"I didn't know any dealers that deal with the level in that area," Jim scratched his chin in thought. He walked around the smaller man. "Must be a new guy, how long has he been operating, Frank"

"Couldn't tell you," The other man shrugged, his shoulders going to his chin. "The big guys are keeping the rest a secret and I don't want to be the guy to find out and leak it"

"That's fine," The Father between the two told Frank. "You've given more than enough to get started, I'll see you around Frank."

"We'll get drinks the next time"

With that, She ducked back around the corner and started to walk away from the two. Her thoughts racing along to match her heart. She quickly found a bench to sit on, her mind started to piece together certain elements but she knew that she was still missing some of the pieces.

She stared up that the clear skies, the blue up there contrasting the color brown in her eyes. Then she took deep breaths, filling her lungs with the energy necessary to fulfill her next function.

"What are you doing Dad?" Louise let out a deep sigh, covering her face in her hands. "You're meant to be legit now"

She would get to the bottom of this and she does, then there will be words between her and Dad.

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When she arrived at the diner to meet with Ben's apprentice Karen wasn't sure what to make of the human in front of her. It wasn't that he was messy while eating but it was just how oddly clean he was eating even though he was eating a mile a minute. It reminded her of a sped-up video of a tree being put through a woodchipper, except without the mess of wood that the machine would leave in its wake. From the look on Ben's face, she was sure that this was a common occurrence. That kind of scared her more than the big conspiracy she was trying to uncover. This guys aptitude and speed for food could have fed a small village.

"So," Doyle gulped down a glass of Diet Coke with all the same speed that he used to eat. "Ben was saying that we're looking into this guy, pulling a You-Know-Who"

"What," Karen replied, more confused by the Harry Potter reference than anything else. " You think he's hiding his name because he wants to be scary?"

"Yup," He gulped down another take of Coke. Then looking at Ben he asked. "What do you think?"

"I agree, he making himself out to be a big boogeyman"

"He's turned himself into a legend," Doyle leaned back into his chair. "Into a symbol of fear and corruption, wouldn't be a big surprise to find that he has half the nearby station on his payroll."

It was a dangerous situation that she had found herself in but she wasn't going to give up on this just because some fat suit wanted to be felt and not heard. She was going to expose this monster if it was the last thing she did.

"What's your plan," She asked Doyle, thinking that he must have some kind of unique mind that Ben wanted to include him. "How do we play this?"

"Same as you two were running before," At her confused face, Doyle had a waitress refill his glass of coke. "We find proof that he exists and expose him"

"But we know he exists now, why don't can't just release that knowledge now?"

"We can't print hearsay, and that is all we have right now, no one will believe us and the ones that do would be the people trying to kill us"

"I understand, when the story gets out we want to be able to take him down in one strike"

"Exactly we can't give any indication that we have him and give him no time to recover, one shot, one kill"

"I will leave this to you two for now," Ben stood, threw a few bills to cover his meal and prepared to leave. "My new position means that I have to spend more time in the office now, have to watch over some people typing for a few hours." The excitement in his voice showed the pure loathing he had for the position, she wondered why he took the job if he hated it but felt that it wasn't any of her business.

"Okay," Doyle leaned forward on the table, catching her attention away from the departing Ben and back onto his still somehow eating form. "We need to find some sort of weak spot that we can pick on, who do we know to work for him right now?"

"Well, we know that he had his fingers in Union Allied which was had its assets brought by Confederated Global Investments, which we believe is a front for Fisk"

"Good," That was when the two's phones rang. "I'll get mine outside, you can have inside"

With that, the journalist exited the diner to have a talk with whoever was on the other line. While Karen had a talk of her own with Foggy. It was about this client that they now had, a Mrs. Cardenas. She was being kicked out of her home and Matt had sent Foggy to Landman and Zack law firm to see what could be done at that end, while Matt was checking at the local police station to see if they could get the list of complaints against the landlord kicking Cardenas out of her home.

"Of course I will go with you, Foggy," Karen told her Boss/friend. "Just let finish my lunch and I will head right over to meet you"

Meanwhile on the outside of the diner was a different sort of business call taking place.

"How did you get this number?" Pat asked his caller.

"I listened to the right people," Matt replied at the other end. "But that is not what is important right now"

"Oh, then what is?"

"I was at the police station gathering some files for a case," The lawyer took a deep breath. "When I overheard some of an interrogation where this Russian was giving some big wig"

"So that happens all the time," Was Pat's easy replay. "He's going for a plea deal, get his sentence reduced, and another scumbag gets put away." It was a simple win in the reporter's mind.

"Well the cops killed him and faked an attack on themselves to get away with it"

Oh, that was bad. It called for a level of corruption that Pat hadn't thought the city had reached yet. Whoever the big wig was he would have to be made of money for the cops to be willing to give this big of a chance to be caught doing this in a station.

"Okay then do we have a name at least?"

"Yes, from what I heard it was Fisk"

This was pretty big, if he could find the Russian Fisk connection then he could find people who were aware of the man existing, him existing and being linked to crime could allow him to reverse the link back to Confederated Global Investments and then to Union Allied. One man talking could break the entire criminal empire that Fisk had hidden from the public view.

"Well, that is at least some good news," Pat told him, his spirits elevating with this sudden lead, even if the news of the dead man dampened it somewhat.

"What is good news?"

"We have two men now that we know for sure are aware of Wilson Fisk," He told the lawyer with energy seeping through his actions. "That's a bigger lead than I had yesterday"

"What? You're already looking into the guy," There was surprise exuding through Matt's voice. "What got you interested?"

"Ben my mentor, so to speak, was already looking into it and he brought me on board"

"That is pretty good news to me, so what do you have on him?"

From there the two went through all the knowledge that the trio had gone over in the diner again. It was eventually decided that the two would meet later that night after Matt had gotten some more info from his contracts, so they could pile together their resources. From there the two would decide on their next move.

"Look, Matt, I have to finish this lunch and then I will head over to you so that we can regroup"

With that, the call ended and Karen came running out of the diner, having finished her talk with the other half of Nelson and Murdock. The two came within inches of crashing into each other.

"Sorry," They spoke in unison. "I have to go, that was an important matter that I have to deal with."

There was a silence between them for a second as they both realized that they had said the exact same thing. Then the two chuckled awkwardly at each other before nodding away at each other and agreeing to meet up in the future to plan out this investigation and pile together research.

With Pat Doyle heading one way and Karen Page heading in the other direction, neither one knew that the jobs that they had just set each other would lead right back into the same direction as before.

There was a redhead walking out of a local airport, her high heels clicking off the pavement in a rhythm that was reminiscent of a pop song. This was Rebecca Wilton, head of AIM security. Following along her side was a tall man, more than six foot in fact and in a dirty suit, he of Eastern European descent.

"You know, Boris?" The lady asked the man following her.

"No, I don't know Madam Wilton" Was the stoic reply of Boris.

"I love being in New York, but I especially love getting my hands dirty and getting into fights."

"Oh," Boris was surprised all his other handlers were much more cringy about getting involved physically. If this attitude held true then he was glad to get rid of his last one for her. She had decided that this job needed a personal touch. "I think we will face a good challenge with this Blueman we have been sent after"

The arrived awaiting car, stepping through the doors with grace Rebecca sat down and wiggled her way to the other side of the car, making room for the bigger man. They sat in comfortable silence as their driver drove them to a pre-enclosed destination.

"What is the first step?" He spoke up breaking the silence with his question.

"First we meet with Fisk, to inform him that we will be dealing with the manner personally," She took a hand mirror and some deep red lipstick. Applying it to her lips in a soft manner. "Then we do some," She puckered her lips, making a loud pop sound. "Probing, find out some more details, set some bait and call for a hero"

This was only the beginning of their newest attempt to capture their target, their last attempt failed but that was because they had underestimated him. He was tougher than their previous data accounted for, but now as long as she plans this out correctly then it doesn't matter how strong he is. Once the trap is sprung he would belong to AIM.

Author's Note: That was some chapter guys, there have been some changes to the events here that will cause an even bigger mess than before. This wasn't my longest chapter and I hope that the shortness of my chapter doesn't bother people if it does I will try to increase the word count.