(Here it is! Finally another chapter. I know you've been waiting for this. Sorry.)
Foggy and Matt pulled up in front of Cassellie's apartment building. Everything was quite. The world was quiet and nothing seemed out of the ordinary at least to Foggy. Matt however wasn't so sure. He sat in the passengers seat, eyes closed, concentrating.
"So." Foggy asked, after a moment. "What do you think. Everything okay or not?"
His partner held up a hand a furrowed his brow. He had been trying to pick up on their receptionist but he was getting something else he hadn't been expecting and might require his attention more readily then their scared bu admittedly capable assistant.
"What is it?" Foggy asked quietly, afraid of disrupting Matt's concentration but getting tired of being kept in the dark.
"Hydra."
Foggy sighed and fell back against his seat. Great. That's just what he wanted to hear. They were here because they were worried about Casselli who Matt insists is in trouble and now he learns that there's a terrorist organization bent on world domination right around the corner. "You don't think they're here for her, do you?"
"I don't know." Matt said, pulling his suitcase out from under the seat. "But I'm going to find out."
Of course you are. Foggy thought. "I'll just sit here in the get away car."
Matt rolled his eyes as he kicked open the car door. "Go check on Cassellie."
Cassellie, since the call, had wedged herself between her toilet and tub. She'd always been more comfortable in small spaces and the tiny nook seemed the best place to sit down and figure out what exactly was happening to her. She'd woken with a terrible migraine, her eyes had been bleeding, and then she'd turned a bird to stone. Something was happening to her. Something beyond the usual was wrong with her.
She needed to calm down and... and what? Hide in her house? How long could she really stay alone in her apartment. She'd need to leave eventually and she didn't believe for a minute that Murdock wouldn't eventually come looking for her. She'd long ago give up on the hope that Matt would just let it go and leaver her alone. Her other option? Call someone? Who could she call? The only person she could cal was Matt Murdock and what would she even say to him. "I turned a bird to stone, what do I do."? Right.
She leaned forward, her head hanging between her knees. Cassalie stayed like that a moment longer before a loud banging on her door startled her out of her hiding place. Out of habit she shot up to answer but quickly paused before she could make it two steps out of the bathroom. She couldn't answer that door. What if it happened again? What if it was Murdock come to check on her even though she'd told him she was fine. Yeah. Like he believed that for a minutes.
Instead she turned tail right back into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her before crawling back into her corner. Maybe if she ignored him long enough he'd take the hint and leave her be. The sound of splintering would and hard thud filled the small apartment. Then again...
"Subject is manifesting unexpected mutations..." The Hydra paused as his higher up gave an order from the other end end of the line. "I've already sent for extraction. You'll have her within in the hour."
"Actually you might have to take a delay on that." Before the agent could turn to locate the source of the voice he took a hard blow to the cheek and was sent sprawling across the roof.
The two other Hydra agents dropped their surveillance equipment to aid their fallen comrade but they weren't much harder to deal with then their friend. Every hero knew that they were only a real threat in their numbers Hydra didn't do much by way of training their grunts, relaying more on overwhelming force then any real skill. In small groups they were more then easily dealt with. One of them went down hard taking a heel to the jaw and the third one he kept conscious.
"Who's this subject your boss is so eager to get their hands on?" Daredevil asked forcefully, holding the man up by the front of his uniform.
Before he could even finish his interrogation his captive had already decided not to cooperate. "Hail Hydra!" The man bellowed and Daredevil immediately knew what was coming next. He moved to jam his fingers into the agents mouth but he knew he'd been too slow when he heard the muffled pop as his informant bit into his cyanide capsule. Great.
With a sigh and pulled his phone out of one of the pouches on his hip. "Call Foggy." He instructed. A beat passed before he heard the phone ring in is earpiece.
"Foggy, I think-" "Hydra is after Cass." Foggy jumped in before Matt could get anything out. He was sitting on Cassallie's bed, an unconscious Hydra Agent tied up on the ground with her sheets, fire extinguisher close to his knee just in case.
"I found one in her apartment." Foggy continued trying not to sound too frantic. He had to keep it together. He knew from experience that panicking only made it harder for Matt to do his job. "I-I...I knocked him out. There was only one and... I don't know where she is."
"She's not there?"
"Well, I mean- She could be in the bathroom?"
"Did you check?" Matt sounded annoyed but Foggy didn't call him out on it.
"Of course I checked!" Foggy sighed. "The door's locked but I can't hear anything. If she's in there she won't answer me."