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Chapter 9- Blindsided
Matt stood in front of his apartment. The police tape was all around and he could still smell some minor scent from his dried blood. He ducked under the tape and went inside.
He used his senses to feel things around him. He knew his furniture was in splinters while his couch had been burnt to ash. But fortunately, the stuff inside his wardrobe was still fine.
He took off his shirt and then took out a white, formal one from the wardrobe wearing it instead. He then out a black tie on his neck and changed his pants too. Finally, he wore his black coat.
And now, he looked every bit like the lawyer he was. Buttoning his coat, he walked out of the apartment, ducking under the police tape again.
He went out into the street, listening to vehicles, trying to hear a cab, which he could recognize as its size and sound were different from other vehicles. Finally, he heard one. He raised his hand and whistled.
The cab stopped. Matt opened the back door and sat on the back seat of the cab.
"Oh, these mornings are getting colder and colder", the driver commented, "Piece of crap can't keep up for nothing. Where off to, boss?"
"Matt shows up, alive! Then tells me I'm never gonna see him again. Only I, Foggy Nelson, can be ghosted by a ghost", Foggy ranted to Marci as he paced around.
Foggy then checked the door as Marci said, "It's locked. Just like it was the last time you checked it."
"We need to get another dead bolt installed", Foggy said as he walked back, "A single dead-bolt and a measly chain? Might as well be a beaded curtain."
"Foggy, relax", Marci said as she walked up to him.
"Relax?" Foggy asked incredulously as he paced faster, "Are you even listening to me? Wilson Fisk wants my scalp and for all we know, he could want yours too. It's not like you've done him any favors. And of course Matt wants me to stick to the sidelines while he deals with Fisk. Only Matt Murdock is fit for real action. Just because I'm not-", he noticed her staring at him, "What?"
"Nothing", she said as he sighed and looking out of the window said, "I don't even know what I'm saying anymore."
"Foggy, breathe", she said as she massaged his back.
"Matt was gone, now he's back, saying he was attacked by some mystery man. Fisk is out, and I have no idea where that leaves me", Foggy ranted again.
"Screw the sidelines, we go on the offense", Marci said.
"Offense? With Fisk and some mystery man?" Foggy asked, "Fisk has the law and the FBI on his side while this mystery man is just mysterious. And it's not like we've heard a statement from the DA condemning Fisk's release. No, no, nothing to jeopardize Blake Tower's re-election. God forbid he grow a pair."
Marci made a weird expression at that and said, "Oh, that could work."
"Blake Tower growing a pair? Not gonna happen", Foggy said.
"No, think about it", Marci said, "The best way to protect yourself from Fisk and whoever this mystery man is to make noise, to be out in the open."
"Oh, like a public execution", Foggy said.
"Like a public call to action", Marci corrected him, "If Blake Tower doesn't do anything to stop Fisk, then run against him for District Attorney", she chuckled and continued, "If you're already a target, you might as well be the first person to take a swing."
Looking at his incredulous expression, she touched his face and said, "No, I'm serious. The more public, the more you're protected."
"There's no way I can win", Foggy said.
"Of course not."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence", he said sarcastically, "Anyway, we're light years past the deadline."
"Then run as write-in", she said, "You base your candidacy on a single issue. Putting Wilson Fisk back behind bars. You'd back a few votes. Not enough to win, but you'd get the issue out there. Plus, you'd make a new friend in the NYPD, which is not a bad thing for a defense attorney. Or, you could keep checking the locks."
After a few moments of silence, Foggy said sincerely, "I won't let anything happen to you."
"Oh baby", she said with a sigh as she hugged him, "Then we better start working on that swing. After coffee."
She gave him a kiss and said, "You're buying."
She then walked off to get her coat. Foggy stood still for a few moments before realizing his pockets were empty.
He then asked out loud, "Have you seen my wallet?"
Matt held Foggy's card in his hand. Using his fingers, he read the number.
"You paying with card?" the driver asked, "Because you know, cash is better?"
Matt handed him a lot of cash, more than what was required.
"Wait for me", Matt said, revealing why he gave him extra money.
"Yeah", the driver said, "I could do that."
Matt walked out of the cab and into Ryker's Island which was a penal facility.
"Hi", he said to the guard at the reception, "Good morning."
"Purpose for your visit?" the guard asked.
"I have an appointment with my client", Matt said, "I called earlier today. I should be on the visitor's list."
"ID", the guard demanded.
Matt pretended to look for it and finally said, "I can't find my wallet. Did I leave it at home, or drop it in the cab-"
"Without picture ID, I can't-"
"Just give me one second-"
"Sir, please step aside while-"
"Here", Matt said as he handed the guard a card, "This is my New York Bar Number. Now this is not picture ID, I know, but it did take me 7 years and cost me $300,000 in student loans", he chuckled, "Does it, uh, buy me anything?"
The guard compared the number to the one he had written in the appointment list in front of the name.
"Name?" he asked Matt, just to make sure.
"Nelson. Franklin Nelson."
Later, Matt sat in the visitors' area, waiting for the one he needed to meet.
The guards led a young prisoner out to meet him.
"Matt!" he said happily as he walked towards him, "I thought Foggy-"
"What's up, Michael?" Matt asked as he got up.
The two shared a hug as Matt said, "It's good to see you."
"It's good to see you too, even if it is in this shithole", Michael said as they broke the hug and sat down,
Matt said, "I'm sure you're wondering-"
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said shithole", Michael said, "I'm trying not to curse. What's the point of me getting out of here with a degree in psychology, top of my class if I still swear like a goddamn sailor?"
Matt patted him on the shoulder proudly and pointed out, "Did it again."
"Well sorry", he said as he did a prayer gesture, "Saint Matthew."
"I'm no Saint", Matt said.
"You and Foggy got 16 years knocked off my sentence", Michael said gratefully, "If that's not divine intervention, huh?"
The two chuckled and Michael asked, "Where is Foggy? I've never seen you two apart."
"We're uh", Matt said, "We're not working together anymore."
"Aw ma, that sucks", Michael said sadly.
"Yeah", Matt said before asking, "Listen, I don't want anyone, not even Foggy to know, that I was here."
After a moment, Michael said, "I can do that."
"Appreciate it", Matt said.
"So what's the big mystery?" Michael asked.
"Uh, look", Matt said, "So you, um, used to work with the Albanians, right?"
"A long time ago", Michael said, "Low level stuff. Mostly just running."
"But they're offering you protection in here?" Matt asked.
With a chuckle, Michael asked, "What do you want with the Albanians?"
"I want an introduction", Matt said.
"If somebody needs a defense lawyer, I'll make sure to pass your name along", Michael said, "Glowing review. But you know, folks in here, they're murdering bastards."
"I want an introduction to Vic Jusufi", Matt said suddenly, stunning Michael.
"Nobody gets in with Vic", he said.
"You can't make it happen?" Matt asked.
Michael looked around to make sure no one was watching while Matt also used his senses.
"What do you want with him, anyway?" Michael asked.
Softly, Matt said, "Wilson Fisk could have turned on any criminal organization. I want to know why the Albanians. What did they have on Fisk?"
"Just, uh", Michael said nervously as he looked around, "Let this go."
"No, I can't do it", Matt said, "Fisk stays out, innocent people die."
"I don't know shit", Michael said.
"Michael", Matt begged, "You can help me."
"No."
"Come on."
"You're gonna get me killed", Michael said. He then clenched his fist, which Matt heard. Suddenly, he stood up and punched Matt, which was enough to get attention.
"Get this guy away from me!" he yelled, "I don't know him! Get him away! Get him away!"
The guards grabbed Michael as Matt wiped some blood from his lip.
"I said nothing!" Michael said to another prisoner as he was dragged away, "On my mother! On my mother!"
"Sir?" a guard asked Matt.
"It's all right", Matt waved him off as he got up, "Just a misunderstanding."
"Mr. Nelson", the guard said, "You need to be checked out by a nurse."
"Its fine", Matt said, "I'm fine."
"Then you can say that on the incident report", the guard said, "Liability reasons. Can't let you leave until you sign one."
After a moment of silence, Matt said, "Yeah, all right."
"Follow me", the guard said.
The guard led Matt away who sensed around for any danger. One of the prisoners kept staring at him.
Matt was then led deeper into the facility by the guard. Inside, some prisoners were being checked. The guard led him through another door which closed behind them.
He was finally in the nurse's room where the guard said, "Wait in here. The nurse should be by."
"Thanks", Matt said as the guard walked away.
Matt paced around, ready to face any danger if there was one.
In her office, Karen was working on the Fisk Case with some help from Oliver, Slade and Roy when there was a knock on the door and Foggy walked in.
He was startled to see the Earth-1 trio with her.
"Who are these guys?" Foggy asked.
"Uh, they are-"
"Oliver Queen", Oliver said as he held out his hand.
"Oliver?" Foggy thought aloud as he shook it, "Matt mentioned you once. I am Foggy Nelson."
"He's told me a lot about you too", Oliver said.
"And who are you two?" Foggy asked the other two.
"Slade Wilson."
"Roy Harper."
"So, uh, you're all Matt's friends?" he asked.
"Yes", Oliver said, "And we know he's Daredevil. We're trying to find him."
"What?" Foggy asked, "So you know about his secret and what happened in his house?"
"Yes", Oliver said, "We know. And we're here to help."
"How do you know him anyway?" he asked them.
"Well, it's complicated", Roy said.
"But we have to uncomplicated it, I guess", Slade said.
The three, with some help from Karen, managed to tell Foggy a short version of the story. Like Karen, Foggy was stunned too.
"Other Earths?" he said incredulously.
"Believe it or not, it's true", Oliver said, "And Adrian Chase from our Earth is here, out for Matt's blood."
"So Adrian is the mystery man who attacked him?" Foggy asked.
"Yes, he is", Slade said.
"Oh, now everything makes sense", Foggy muttered.
"What do you mean?" Karen asked.
"Well, uh", Foggy said, "Uh, I promised I would never lie for Matt again. Not to you."
He breathed deeply but Karen realized what he was trying to say, "Matt's alive."
"He's alive?" Oliver asked Foggy, "Where is he?"
"I-I don't know", Foggy said.
"Why? Why didn't he reach out to us?" Karen said.
"It wasn't Matt that I saw", Foggy said suddenly, confusing the four, "I mean- it was Matt, all five feet ten inches of him, but the way he spoke to me, something was different."
"Well, that's nothing new", Karen said, "There's always something missing with Matt."
"What did he say?" Oliver asked.
"He said he's left Matt Murdock behind", Foggy said, stunning everyone, "He's going to take on Fisk and Adrian alone, and then he asked me to stay out of it."
"What the hell is wrong with him?" Slade muttered.
"I think I know", Oliver said, making the others turn to him, "It's the same thing that happened to me once. I wanted to leave everything behind once and just be a vigilante, using my darkness for things. Matt feels like that because of what happened recently. But we have to be there for him."
"So we can help him?" Roy asked.
"I hope so", Oliver said.
"But he looked like he made his choice", Foggy said.
"Well, he hasn't seen me here yet", Oliver said.
Matt sat in the nurse's room, waiting for the report. The door buzzed and he arrived with a file in his hand as Matt stood up.
"Sorry again for the wait", he apologized before holding Matt's face and turning it both sides to check if there were any dislocations before replying, "But good news. It's not dislocated."
"Great", Matt said as the nurse went to a table to sign the file, "So I can go?"
"Honestly, this paperwork is a waste of time", the nurse said, "It will probably end up in a file somewhere."
He chuckled and took out a pupilometer, "I am now going to check your pupils to make sure you're not concussed."
He then switched it on and asked, "Just look up for me?"
Matt almost panicked as his blindness being exposed would ruin whatever chance he had. But he calmed down and quickly stopped the nurse, "No, just give me the paperwork, please."
"Okay", the nurse said, deciding to do whatever his patient wished, "Let's get you out of here."
He then put the pupilometer away when Matt heard a light buzz. He realized a camera in the room had been activated.
"I forgot to mention", the nurse said, ""If you come down with any headaches the next couple of days, make sure that you-"
Matt then quickly sprang into action the next moment when the nurse swung at him with a syringe. Matt put his hand in the way and the needle went into it, making him wince.
The nurse discharged some of the fluid into Matt's hand but Matt stunned him with a head-butt before elbowing him, knocking him out as he hit a chair before falling to the floor.
Matt then retracted the syringe from his hand, gasping a little. He then threw the syringe away and tried to turn the knob to open the door. To his horror, it didn't budge. He kept trying to move it, using both hands in the process, "Come on!"
But when it didn't budge in spite of him using all his might, Matt gave up with a "God damn it!"
He then decided to try the sealed window but the telephone rang. He slowly walked towards it. After some panting, he picked it up.
"You're not Franklin Nelson", said the voice he loathed from the other end.
"Fisk", he growled after exhaling.
"It's quite something to see", Fisk said, "For a blind man, you have very impressive reflexes, Mr. Murdock."
Matt turned to the camera, realizing Fisk was watching from the other end.
"Of course he has impressive reflexes", said another voice from the other end which made Matt pale.
"Adrian?!" he said in shock, anger and fear.
"Oh, Matthew", he said from the other end, "Yes, I am having a good time, tormenting you with Mr. Fisk here. You're in for one hell of a ride."
"Tell me what I was injected with, you bastard", Matt said angrily.
"Do you remember the last time that we spoke?" Fisk asked, "You said that, for the cost of postage, you could prevent my reunion with the only person that gives my life meaning. The only person that I love. Now I would've let bygones be bygones. But you didn't just threaten me, you threatened Vanessa."
"Oooh!" Chase said in a disgusted tone, "After you all criticized me for targeting your loved ones? Wow! The hypocrisy is astonishing."
Matt tried to say, "Listen to me very carefully-"
But the call was cut and he only heard static.
He then heard a buzz and realized the door had been opened. He panted a little and turned to the camera one last time, a defiant expression on his face.
He then slowly walked out of the now unlocked door.
But as he walked out, in his front was a prisoner, walking towards him threateningly, wanting to fight. Matt then turned to the other hallway, realizing there were two prisoners on that side too.
The one in the front roared and attacked with a punch. Matt ducked and punched him on the face before grabbing him by the back of the head and slamming him into the wall.
He then ducked to avoid the punch of one of the prisoners from the other hallway before punching the third one. The previous one tried to strike again but Matt grabbed his hand and flipped him to the ground before giving him a punch.
Before Matt could punch again, the one whose head he had slammed grabbed his hand from behind and slammed him into the wall. He then grabbed him by the throat and punched him.
As Matt tried to free himself, the third one ran up to him and punched him on the left cheek. The two of them grabbed Matt, trying to beat and choke him.
Matt then kicked the first one on the leg and punched him away. The third one punched him again. Matt managed to grab his feet and flipped him to the ground, falling down himself.
The two tried to get up at the same time but Matt punched him, sending him down again. Then the second one got up again, at the same time as Matt, who was panting now.
Before Matt could do a thing, the man punched him, making him stagger. Matt tried to punch him but he sidestepped to avoid and grabbed Matt from behind. He then slammed Matt into the wall and punched him again. Matt punched him back, stunning him.
The first one leapt at him from behind but he ducked and sidestepped too, making him run into the flipped one who had recovered. He pushed him out of the way and on the ground before punching Matt. Matt tried to punch but he blocked and lifted Matt before running with him towards the wall. The pushed one ran too and three ended up colliding into the wall and falling. The one who had lifted him hit the door to the nurse's office while falling and it opened.
Matt groaned and tried to get up again. The one whom he had stunned with a punch ran at him with a roar and kicked him, making him fall down again. Matt grabbed his leg and pushed him to the wall.
He grabbed Matt by the collar and punched him while the one who had hit the door kicked him too. He then tried to punch but Matt grabbed him and slammed him onto the other prisoner before slamming him into the entrance to the nurse's office.
Matt tried to push him but he resisted so he flipped to the other side while holding on to him, making them both fall.
The two tried to get up but Matt punched him down. The one onto whom he had been slammed came in and grabbing Matt, slammed him under the telephone. He then punched Matt who punched him on the knee and then on the face, making him fall.
The remaining one who was still outside came in. Matt tried to punch but he dodged and lifted him up before slamming him on a big stretcher, making the both of them roll down.
The prisoner hit the drawer but managed to get up first. Matt was trying to crawl away. He kicked Matt hard, stopping him for a second. Matt tried to crawl away again but he kicked him harder, this time making him roll a little and spit out a wad of blood.
That moment, Matt realized the syringe he had thrown was still there. Before the prisoner could kick him again, he lifted the syringe and jammed it into his thigh, making him yell in pain as he discharged the fluid into him. He then grabbed him by the collar and slammed him to the ground.
He then got up slowly. The one who had slammed him under the telephone tried to punch again but he ducked and hit him with the stretcher, making him fall down. As he tried to get up, Matt grabbed him by the collar and punched him before throwing him over the stretcher.
The last one ran at him but Matt used the stretcher for support and leapt into the air, giving him a kick which smashed him into the drawer behind. He tried to get up but Matt slammed his head on the stretcher, knocking him out.
The one who had been thrown over the stretcher grabbed him from behind, trying to choke him. Matt grabbed his hand and twisted it, making him let go. He then twisted the entire arm before pulling and slamming him on the stretcher, falling on his back himself.
The last one tried to get up with the stretcher's support but Matt kicked the stretcher away, making him fall down on his head hard, knocking him out.
Matt then lay there for many seconds, panting like hell. He had not exerted himself this much for months. A combination of the drug and the fight. Using his willpower, he got up and used a towel to wipe the blood from his face.
After some staggering, he managed to walk straight. He went through the hallway. A prisoner took out his hand from the cell and grabbed Matt's shoulder, "Hey, man! Let me out! Let me out! Come on!"
Matt freed himself and opened the door to walk through. There, he sensed 2 SWAT officers in the front.
"On the ground", one said as Matt raised his hands and tried to explain, "I was attacked."
"Put your hands behind your back."
"I was attacked. I need help."
"Put your hands behind your back and on the ground."
Matt then sat on the ground on his knees. He realized these two were under the payroll of Fisk.
As they tried to hit him with his batons, he grabbed one and threw him down as the other hit him. He then hit him two more times, making Matt stagger back. The other one got up and gave him an upwards strike, making him fall down.
The two then hit him with their batons together until Matt kicked one of them away. The other one got kicked on the knee. Then, Matt grabbed his hand and managed to throw away the baton. Both of them fell down but Matt elbowed him and punched him.
The other grabbed him but Matt managed to snatch his baton and knocked him out. The other tried to get up but Matt hit him with it twice on the shoulder. He then gave him another strike on the head and he was out.
Matt then threw the club away and walked further.
"Nice job man, now get us out of here", a prisoner said from inside.
The red light beeped and the voice said, "Code 33. Lockdown is now in effect."
Matt staggered and walked further, ignoring all that. His sole thought was how to get out of this trap he had fallen into.
Suddenly, a large prisoner grabbed him. Matt tried to hit him but he lifted him and brought him into a room.
"Light it up, Vic", he said as he slammed Matt to a wall and held a knife to his throat.
"Fisk betrays everyone!" Matt said, "He will turn on you. Fisk will turn on you, too."
A bald man walked up behind them and asked Matt, "Who are you and what does Fisk want from you?"
He then spoke in another language to another man.
"Wait! What is that? Albanian?" Matt asked before asking, "Are you Vic?"
"You are an idiot coming here", Vic said, "Fisk still controls half the guards and inmates."
"Yeah, but not the Albanians", Matt reminded him, "Not since he ratted your people out to the FBI."
Vic then made his man remove the knife from Matt's throat, making him fall on his knees in exhaustion and relief.
As he panted, Vic asked, "What is it to you?"
"Fisk hates me as much as he hates you people", Matt said, "I got him locked up here. And I'll do it again."
"Nah, I think you're gonna die in here", Vic said.
"Why did Fisk flip on your people?" Matt asked.
"It doesn't matter", Vic said.
"It matters enough that you're desperate to kill him", Matt said as he panted, "You missed him in here, and then you tried again on the outside."
"That is a very serious allegation", Vic said, "And wrong. We never tried to hit him in here."
"Fisk was shanked in the weight room", Matt reminded him.
"Not by us", Vic denied.
"Oh yeah?" Matt asked as he finally stood up, "If not you, then who?"
When Vic didn't reply, Matt said, "Listen, if I succeed, Fisk ends up right here with you and your men. And after that, you can do with him whatever you please."
"Fisk shanked Fisk", Vic said which confused Matt for a moment, "He bribed some lifer to stab him."
"He set the whole thing up?" Matt asked.
"The guy sliced him up just good enough to convince the feds", Vic said as Matt muttered, "Of course."
"This guy, he's a lifer?" Matt asked as he wiped some blood, "If he was bribed, does that mean he's still alive?"
"Better than alive, free", Vic said, stunning Matt.
"Free?" Matt asked with a humorless chuckle, "Shouldn't he be in solitary?"
"Fisk got someone to cook the books and let him out", Vic said.
Hearing some footsteps, Matt said, "Listen, there are guards coming. Give me the lifer's name. He's the only proof we have that Fisk set this whole thing up."
"So what?" Vic asked.
"So if I can get to him, I can-"
"You can barely get on your feet", Vic pointed out."
"Vic please", Matt begged, "You took a shot at Fisk and you missed. I won't. Not if you can get me out of here."
The two then stood silently for a few moments as Vic looked between Matt and his man before finally saying, "Drag that guard in here."
As Matt leaned against the wall to prevent himself from falling, his men dragged an unconscious guard inside.
"Blood was lost in the motorcade attack", Vic told Matt, "My baby cousin's blood. Find the inmate who shanked Fisk. Make good on your word. Or we'll come find you."
"His name?" Matt asked.
"Jasper Evans", Vic said. Matt nodded gratefully. By now, Vic's man had changed into the guard's outfit, ready to take Matt out.
"Get him out of here", Vic ordered him as he started supported Matt out while the other man opened the door for them.
He tried to go left but Matt said, "Wait, hold on a second. There're two guards."
"There's an exit this way", the inmate said.
"There are two guards", Matt insisted, "Trust me."
As they walked the other way, Matt said, "We need to go through the door on the left."
"It's locked", the inmate said.
"There's a key in your top-left pocket", Matt said.
The guard opened the door with the key as Matt supported himself against the wall, panting. He heard guards running at him from the other side yelling, "There he is! Get him!"
That moment, the inmate finished unlocking the door and pushed Matt through it before going in himself. Before the other guards could enter, he closed and locked the door, pushing them away.
He then supported Matt to another door which he unlocked. Matt went through it and walked one way before hearing guards and said, "The other way!"
The inmate supported him to the other way where he unlocked another door. As soon as they went through, a prisoner punched him away.
Matt grabbed the prisoner and punched him twice before the inmate disguised as guard leapt at him and smashed him into a pool table. He then punched him repeatedly.
Matt leaned against the wall and slid down, panting heavily. He could hear the chaos around him. Inmates fighting each other. Inmates fighting guards who couldn't control them as they were outnumbered.
This was almost like Hell. Hell he needed to escape so that Fisk could take his rightful place in here. Along with Chase.
"I got a civilian here! Get him out!" the inmate yelled, making a guard walk up to Matt and help him up.
He supported Matt to another door, where Matt heard the bone-chilling death throes of a guard who was being stabbed repeatedly in the throat by an inmate.
The guard unlocked the door and supported Matt through, who heard a guard beating down two inmates. The two went up to a door but there were many rioting inmates on the other side so they went up to a hallway, only to realize there were rioting inmates there too.
So they went through another hallway, the guard supporting Matt. The smoke there was pungent. Two more guards were there. They took Matt from him and supported him outside in the field, where the battle between the guards and inmates was going on.
"Open the gate! Open the gate! Open the gate!"
The guard on the tower opened the gate as Matt staggered out. He opened one more door and walked out of the prison area as the door closed behind him.
The cab was still there. Matt staggered to it and sat inside, panting heavily. Lying on the backseat, he said, "Drive!"
The combined effect of the drug, the fight with the inmates, the revelation of Fisk and Chase working together and the smoke was too much for Matt to handle right now and he passed out as the driver started driving.
Oliver, Slade, Roy and Karen were walking to a house when three young men who were eve-teasers commented loudly about Karen, "Now, this is a real lady."
One whistled and said, "You coming to kiss us?"
The three stepped in their way.
"Get out of my way", Karen said.
"You got some bite", one said.
Suddenly, Slade struck him across the jaw, making him fall down. The other two moved two attack but Oliver grabbed one's arm and twisted it, dislocating it while Roy flip-kicked the third, throwing him down.
Two ran off but the one struck on the jaw said, "We were just playing."
Karen suddenly took out a gun and said, "Games like that can get your head blown off."
When he continued staring, Karen said angrily, "Why are you still here?"
Slade growled to add effect to her threat and he ran off too. Karen then gave a relieved sigh and put the gun back inside.
The three men were amazed by her inner strength.
The four then ended up in front of a house. Karen went to talk to the lady while the three discussed matter among themselves.
"We came here to help Matt against Chase", Roy said, "But this place keeps getting crazier and crazier."
"I thought the DA being a serial killer was crazy but the FBI being controlled by one man?" Oliver said.
"But we have to do something about it", Slade said.
"You're right, Slade", Oliver said, "Matt, Elektra, Jessica, Luke, Danny and Frank helped us and our world, even when they didn't have to. We can do the same for them and their world."
Karen then came back to tell them about Red Lion National Bank.
Matt's eyes opened and he groaned heavily. He was still in the moving cab.
"Where are we?" he muttered before saying to the driver, "Hey, wait! Hold up. Stop the cab."
"No problem. We'll get you home", he said.
That moment, Matt realized this wasn't the same driver. He had a different heartbeat and voice.
"Who are you?" Matt asked in stunned shock.
The driver opened the door and jumped out as Matt yelled, "Hey! Hey! No, no, no."
Matt tried to open the door to escape the still moving cab but it wouldn't budge.
"No!"
The cab drove off the dock and fell into the water with Matt locked inside.
Next chapter is where I do my own spin on the episode.
The reunion will be happening soon. Don't worry.
My writing fails to describe the next-level prison sequence but I hope it was okay.
Oliver, Slade and Roy can't do much right now because they know only what Karen knows. But they will get their due screen-time when the reunion happens(which is very close).
Please review. I always appreciate your feedback.