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Chapter 14- Infiltration and confrontation

Dex was jogging near the docks. Then he spotted the one he wanted to meet. She was jogging too. He increased his pace to catch up to her, accidentally shoving another jogger out of the way.

"Julie!" he called out.

She stopped on hearing him but as soon as she saw him, she backed away in fear.

"Dex. Stay away from me", she said in a warning tone.

"Please, just hear me out", Dex begged as he stood at a safe distance from her, "I'm doing this in public so you'll feel safe. I'm staying right here. I won't come any closer."

When she made no move to run away, he started explaining, "Okay. I am so, so sorry about how things ended the other night. I'm sorry for scaring you. I just wanted to explain myself. When we worked together at the suicide hotline, I saw the way you were with other people. Patient, compassionate, and I", he panted while she gave him a look that was a mixture of confusion and disgust, "I really need that right now. My life is out of control. I have no family, and I'm about to lose my job Please. I just want to talk. Anywhere you choose. And if you say no, I'll understand and I'll never bother you again."

The two were then silent for a while.

Nadeem stood in an alley. He had investigated some other agents secretly and had arrived at a conclusion. He was now waiting for some people. He looked at his watch and then looked around for a while.

"Agent Nadeem."

He turned around to see Matt, Oliver, Elektra, Slade and Roy in their suits.

"You're all late", Nadeem said.

"We were early but we needed to be sure about you", Matt said.

"What's his name?" Oliver asked.

"I need to be sure about you too", Nadeem said to Matt, "You have a history of hurting people. And your friends don't look that nicer to me either. So I'm not handing you lot a federal agent if you're going to kill-"

"I don't do that", Matt said.

"I don't have an aversion to killing", Oliver said, "But I use it as a last resort."

Elektra and Slade wanted to say they do kill but they knew it would not be in their favor.

"The agents you beat up the other day. One of them is still in the hospital", Nadeem said a little harshly, "All of them just doing their jobs."

"And if they'd arrested him, who would give you this Intel?" Elektra asked.

"And who'd take down Fisk and Chase then?" Slade asked.

"If you're right about them", Nadeem said, "Then taking them down is our job."

"Oh really?" Roy asked sarcastically, "Because we all know where Fisk's been sleeping these days. And we all know which badge Chase carries these days."

"How are you so sure that Chase has infiltrated the FBI?" Nadeem asked.

"He once infiltrated the administration of a city as its District Attorney", Oliver said, "And he didn't even have a law degree. I know because I am part of that city's administration."

"If there's one thing we agree on, Agent Nadeem, it's the greater good", Matt said, "Like house incarceration I exchange for good Intel. Sometimes, people like us have to hurt one person to save another."

"So tell us his name", Oliver said.

"I need your word that you won't touch him", Nadeem said.

"You sure our word is worth anything?" Elektra asked.

"I still need to hear you all give it", Nadeem said.

"Well, we need you to testify against Fisk", Matt said, "So you got it. As for Chase, he will get his just desserts too."

"We're gonna slip into his place. Look for any evidence that ties him to the Bulletin attack or to Fisk", Nadeem started saying, "If we find any, we leave it where it is. And we set off his fire alarm on our way out."

"The fire department arrives, and you circumvent a search warrant", Matt said as he realized what Nadeem was saying.

"But if we don't find anything", Nadeem said, "The guy goes on with his life."

"Just tell us who he is", Slade growled.

With a sigh, Nadeem said, "Special Agent Ben Poindexter."

"A small decaf, and whatever she's having", Dex said to the coffee shop owner.

"I've got mine", Julie told Dex before turning to the owner, "Thanks, Richie."

"All right", Richie said as he proceeded to get their coffees.

Julie then turned to Dex who started explaining, "So, I don't know how to say this without it sounding like an insult. I was never actually into you. Or not the way you might have been thinking, anyway. I didn't know how to talk to you."

"Okay", she said in an uncertain tone.

"I wasn't-I wasn't stalking you", he stammered, "Although, I completely see how it could have come across that way. I just, I wanted to be more like you."

"Do you realize how creepy that still sounds?" she pointed out as she took the coffees from Richie.

The two sat down on a table and Dex started stammering, "You are so good. And kind. And-"

"You save lives as your job", Julie said.

"The FBI, the army before that, they helped keep me on the straight and narrow path", Dex explained, "But now, without that, it's all", he sighed, "I'm drowning in deep water, and I don't know whether I'm swimming for the surface or the bottom."

He then started panting.

"Dex, you need air", Julie said, "Breathe."

Dex then breathed slowly and calmed down.

"See, that's-that's what I'm talking about", Dex said before requesting, "You help people right themselves. I've seen you do it a hundred times. All I'm asking, just treat me like someone on the other end of the line."

"What happened at the FBI?" she asked.

"The bureau needed a scapegoat", he said and then imitated bleating.

Both of them chuckled at that.

"You know", Julie said, "What you really need is a good therapist."

"I had one. She died", Dex said as he remembered Mercer.

"Oh. I-I'm so sorry", Julie said in a sympathetic tone before saying, "Okay. I'll help you, Dex. But please, do not make me regret this."

"I promise", Dex promised, "I promise I will not."

Later, Wilson Fisk sat in front of his monitors. He was watching the hallway in the penthouse.

Two construction workers were working there right now.

Julie walked in and was shocked to see construction workers.

"Did the landlord let you in?" she asked them as she moved inside.

One of them who was now behind her got up and suddenly took out a gun before shooting her in the head. As her body fell, the men wrapped it in plastic. They were people hired by Fisk and Felix Manning.

Manning then walked in and took Julie's phone which he showed to Fisk on the camera.

Fisk was now satisfied that no one could replace him as Dex's north star.

Matt undid Poindexter's window and entered his apartment with Oliver, Elektra, Slade and Roy following.

They looked around for a while. Everything was neatly stacked in order. Oliver had lighted a few glow sticks to help everyone look around.

Matt opened the door and Nadeem walked in, holding a torch. Earlier that day, he had introduced Dex to a lawyer called Andrea Morales who was going to sue the FBI for his wrongful suspension.

"You lot find anything?" Nadeem asked as he closed the door behind him.

"He's very neat", Oliver said.

"He likes order", Matt said.

"So does my wife", Nadeem said as they looked around, "But she doesn't fit in your suit. Everything I have on Dex is circumstantial at best. I just left him. He was solid."

As they continued looking around, Nadeem said, "I don't see a decorated FBI Agent falling for the bullshit of Fisk and some infiltrator."

"Yeah, well that's what Fisk and Chase do", Matt said.

"They find weaknesses of people and exploit them", Slade said.

"And when you're already on your knees, you've no choice but to fall for their bullshit", Roy said.

"Even though they don't really give a damn about you", Elektra said.

Nadeem's light fell on a hole in the wall. Oliver saw it too.

"What the hell did he do?" Oliver muttered

"The suit's here. I can smell it", Matt said.

"What? You can smell it?" Nadeem asked.

"He can", Elektra said.

"One of his talents", Oliver added.

"GSR and Latex", Matt said as he opened a cupboard and parted the clothes to reveal a hidden safe.

"It must be inside that", Oliver said.

"Shit", Nadeem said as he looked at it, "I can't call a crew to crack that."

"I don't think a crew would be needed", Elektra said.

Matt started cracking the safe right there. With his senses he could detect how many times it had been rotated. He managed to open it finally.

"Wow!" Roy commented, "Nice talent."

But what they were trying to find wasn't there.

"The suit was here", Matt said.

"So I guess he moved it", Oliver said.

"In that case", Nadeem said to Matt, "You smelling eau de suit won't exactly sway a judge."

"I'm telling you, Poindexter's the guy", Matt insisted.

"It has to be him", Slade said.

"There's nothing here tying him to Fisk or the Bulletin", Nadeem said, "We got jack shit."

Morales had told Dex that she could get him reinstated in 6 months with back pay. But Dex did not want to sit idly for six months. Andrea had then gone to attend a call. So now Dex was sitting alone.

He then messaged Julie- "Can we talk?"

The reply he got was- "I never want to see you again. Leave me alone."

Dex then messaged her again- "Please Julie."

Then he got an automated message- "You are sending a message from a number that has been BLOCKED."

Dex then panted and tried to call her. The phone rang for a while and then an automated voice said, "This number has been blocked."

The call then disconnected as Dex continued panting.

"Have you been doing our exercises?" Mercer asked a younger Dex in the recordings which now Matt, Oliver, Elektra, Slade, Roy and Nadeem were listening to.

"Yes, but then the neighbor brought home a box of stray kittens", Young Dex said in an apologetic tone, "They were in the yard. I killed them with rocks, Dr. Mercer. I tried not to, but I liked it."

"He is disturbed. Very disturbed", Slade said.

"Okay, so the guy has issues", Nadeem said, "Very serious issues. But that doesn't mean-"

"He's here", Matt suddenly said as he picked up footsteps at a distance.

"You should go", Oliver told Nadeem.

"No, we had a deal", Nadeem said, "No evidence, you all don't touch him."

"But we have found evidence", Roy said.

"Not the kind that holds up in court", Nadeem said.

"We got the jump on him", Elektra said, "We can get him to tell us where it is."

"You gave me your word", Ray said.

"Yeah, well we take it back", Matt said.

Outside, Dex heard a little of the muffled arguing. So he walked up to a chandelier and took out some of its crystal prisms. He then walked inside and took out a gun and binoculars.

Nadeem was again arguing with Matt, Oliver, Elektra, Slade and Roy when he was hit on the side by a bullet. Everyone quickly got down with Slade pulling Nadeem down too.

"The shot came from across the alley", Nadeem said as he pressed his wound.

"I think it came from downstairs", Matt said.

"I guess this guy's Lawton's doppelganger on this Earth", Oliver grumbled.

There was another gunshot. It ricocheted off the furniture behind which Matt was hiding and hit a lamp, shattering it. Matt narrowly avoided it as it fell.

"He's ricocheting the bullets", Matt said.

"Okay, Lawton couldn't do that", Oliver grumbled again.

"Go to the front door", Ray said.

"He's by the window, he's waiting for a better shot", Matt said.

"How do you know?" Nadeem asked.

Matt nodded at Elektra who threw a scattered newspaper into the air. It was hit by a gunshot and fell back down.

"He's only got three more rounds", Matt said, "I'll tell you when he reloads, and then you go."

Nadeem nodded while panting.

"Will he call for backup?" Roy asked.

"No", Matt said, "I don't think he will. But the neighbor called 911."

"God damn it, Dex", Nadeem cursed.

There were a few more gunshots, one of which shattered a mirror.

"Okay, now", Matt said, "Go, go."

Nadeem got up and Slade quickly supported him to the door from where he ran out.

Matt, Oliver, Elektra, Slade and Roy then climbed out of the window. They saw Dex running to them on the side stairs. Matt kicked him on the chest and he fell down.

Then they started running upstairs. Dex threw a crystal but Slade deflected it with his sword. Dex threw another but Elektra cut it into two clean halves with her sword. He threw two more but fletchettes thrown by Oliver and Roy respectively deflected them.

Before Dex could throw more, an officer threw a flashlight on him and called out, "Police! Hands in the air!"

Dex raised his hands as cops aimed their weapons at him.

"I'm an FBI Agent", Dex immediately said, "You can check my pocket. I have ID."

The cop took out his ID from his pocket, not taking the gun off him.

"Some armed suspects broke into my home", Dex started explaining.

"You gotta be kidding me", Karen said as she looked around at the beautiful penthouse in which Fisk lived.

She then turned around and looked up to see Wilson Fisk looking down on her. He was wearing his white coat, in which he looked like the most magnificent person ever.

"Ms. Page", he said as he started walking down, "I must admit, I'm surprised you're here."

"I suppose this qualifies as hard time?" Karen asked sarcastically.

"Yes, I'm sure all of this is offensive to you, given our personal history", Fisk said as he reached downstairs.

"You mean the times you tried to have me killed?" Karen asked bluntly.

"Crimes for which I'm still paying", Fisk said as he stood with his back turned to Karen.

"Yes. It's offensive", Karen then said.

"Tea?" Fisk asked as he turned around.

"No, thank you", Karen declined, "I'm not here for tea."

Fisk walked to a table and gesturing to the chair on its opposite side said, "Sit down."

Karen was hesitant.

"You came for words, at least", Fisk pointed out.

"Yeah", Karen said as she finally agreed, "Let's-Let's have some words."

Both of them took their seats.

After a moment's silence, Fisk said, "You are not writing an article about my mother."

"I'm not", she said before subtly threatening, "I could."

"To what end, Ms. Page?" Fisk asked with an emotional face, "My distress?"

"Hmm", Karen said, "Doesn't actually sound that bad, now that you say it."

"I do not welcome intrusions into my privacy", Fisk said without looking at her.

"Yet you invited me in?" Karen asked.

"You worked for Ben Urich, didn't you?" Fisk asked as he finally turned to her, "I believe he mentored you."

"Yes, before he was murdered", Karen said.

"A final lesson. One you seem not to have understood", Fisk said with a threatening undertone to it.

Karen glanced at the camera above and asked, "Is that a threat?"

"It's an observation", Fisk said.

"Well, you're right", Karen said with a slight smile, "I'm not here to talk about your mother. I'd rather talk about what she told Ben. Actually, really, rather, what she told us."

Fisk now looked at her with interest.

"See, I don't think you know, but I was with him", Karen said, "It probably wasn't fair. Two trained journalists working on a feeble old woman like that. It's easy to push her. Get her to say things she doesn't want to."

"Your point?" Fisk asked as he turned away again.

"She remembered a lot about your childhood", Karen said, "They say the oldest memories stick around the longest. She remembered a lot of little things. A lot of embarrassing things. Seems like there were a lot of those, weren't there, Willie?"

"I'm sure your readers at the Bulletin will be as entertained as you are", Fisk said.

"No, we would never print those", Karen said, "We just pass them around the office."

"How is it around your office?" Fisk asked as he looked at her again, "I heard about your misfortune."

"Before it even happened, I'm sure", Karen said as the former crime-lord stared at her, "No, the story that we will print is her very detailed description of your father. And how you murdered him."

She then inhaled sharply and said, "A hammer. At that age? Is there any part of you that isn't broken, I wonder?"

Fisk then inhaled and exhaled deeply, slightly unnerving Karen, though she managed to show a brave face.

With a sigh, Fisk said, "You asked me why I let you in. The reason is, Ms. Page, I have a few questions of my own. You are a respected journalist, but at one time you were merely a secretary at a law firm. To Matt Murdock, yes?"

"Office manager", Karen corrected.

"Intimately involved in his affairs, huh?" Fisk asked.

"His business affairs", Karen said.

"Of course", Fisk said before asking, "Tell me, so at what point did you learn about Mr. Murdock's secret life?"

Hearing that, Karen suddenly gave Fisk a shocked look for a moment.

"Yeah", Fisk said with a smirk before saying sincerely, "Thank you. Thank you, Ms. Page."

Karen now felt guilty. She thought because of her reaction, Fisk knew about Matt's secret. What she did not know was that Adrian had already told him. He had played this game just to make her feel guilty that she had outed Matt.

"Okay. Okay", she said softly before saying, "You want secrets? I can tell you a secret, Wilson. Okay if I call you that? I feel like we know each other well enough by now."

"As you wish, Karen", Fisk said.

"Great", Karen said before getting to the point, "James Wesley."

Fisk's eyes now again darted at her. Seeing she had his attention, she continued.

"What was it like for you when he disappeared?" she asked in a slightly taunting voice, "Really, it's those first 24 hours that are the worst, aren't they? When you call and you call and you call, and there's just no answer. It becomes an obsession. The calling. The never-ending loop of a ghost's voice mail in your ear. You worry. You wonder. You swear, "God damn it, if he's still living, I'm gonna kill him myself.""

Fisk was now eyeing her with an interesting expression.

"Is that what it was like for you? Did you rage at him?" she asked, "'Cause you thought he betrayed you? Because I wonder what would be worse for you. His duplicity or his death?"

Fisk was now breathing very shakily.

In a whisper, Karen said, "He died quickly. If you were wondering. Didn't suffer much. You see, Wilson, Matt Murdock isn't the person you should be worried about. I killed Wesley."

Fisk's breathing got shakier as he glared at her with a burning hatred.

"I shot him seven times", she continued taunting, "Because the clip ran out. He deserved more."

With a roar, Fisk shot out of his chair, ready to beat her to death.

"Don't move!"

It was Agent Wellers with two more agents.

"What?" Karen asked as Wellers cuffed her.

The other two lead Fisk away who gave her one last murderous glare.

"What?" Karen asked again with a groan before seeing a familiar figure at the doorway.

"Foggy?"

"Think of it as a compliment", Foggy told Karen as they walked out later.

"That they actually thought I would try to kill him?" Karen asked incredulously.

"I had to tell them something", Foggy said, who was feeling a little salty that she hadn't shown up during his debate with Tower.

"No, Foggy, you didn't", she said angrily, "You ruined it. I had him."

"Had him?" Foggy asked incredulously, "Fisk would snap you like a twig."

"At least they'd have it on video", Karen said as she pressed the button to call the elevator.

"Was that really your plan?" an exasperated Foggy asked, "God damn it, Karen. Don't turn into Matt on me."

"Look, I didn't want him to kill me", Karen said in a softer voice, "Just come after me."

"Oh, good", Foggy said sarcastically.

"Well, I got the idea from you", Karen said.

"Me?" Foggy looked puzzled.

"All that talk about Tower and catching him off guard", Karen said as she adjusted her purse on her shoulder, "And I thought, "Yeah, just get Fisk to stop thinking and reacting emotionally instead."

"I figured you were thinking something like that", Foggy said, "Not a bad plan, actually. Except for the part where you have to hope the FBI comes in before that monster beats you to death."

"Well, it doesn't matter now, does it?" Karen asked as the elevator doors opened. The two walked inside and as the elevator went down, Karen asked, "How did you even know I was here?"

"I know you", Foggy said, "When you didn't come I thought of some possibilities and this was my nightmare scenario. So I pretty much counted on it."

"At least I took my shot", Karen said.

"You took a shot", Foggy said before telling her, "Tomorrow, there's gonna be an army shooting back."

Dex was lead to the monitor room by Felix Manning. Fisk was sitting there, looking at the monitors.

"This was here the whole time?" he asked Fisk on seeing the monitors.

"Yes", Fisk said as he turned to him.

"We, um", Dex stammered, "I have a problem. Nadeem knows."

"I know he does", Fisk said, "We will take care of the problem."

Fisk then got up from the chair and walking towards Dex said, "Dex, rage cannot stay inside. It needs to go somewhere or it becomes a poison. It will kill you from within. I find that when this rage cannot stay buried in me for one more second, then a primal scream is the only satisfying release."

As Dex started inhaling heavily, Fisk said, "Yes. Yeah."

"RHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"

Dex fell to his knees as he released a primal scream full of anger and frustration while Manning exited the room.

Fisk helped Dex up and hugged him like a father comforting his little son.

"He didn't have any parents", Matt told Maggie as everyone listened to the recordings that Matt had taken from Poindexter's apartment, "Spent a lot of time fighting. Angry.

Realizing her expression, Matt said, "Go ahead and say it."

"You are nothing like him, Matt", Oliver assured.

"But you want to say he sounds familiar", Matt said.

"Does it?" Maggie asked.

"I didn't have anyone either, but I'm nothing like him", Matt said, "The tapes make it sound like he was a killer at a young age. The guy's a psychopath. And I had a chance today. A shot to catch him off guard, and I blew it."

"You did what you thought was right", Elektra assured.

"You kept your word to Agent Nadeem", Maggie added.

"Yes", Slade said, "You honored the deal."

"Yeah", Matt grumbled, "And how many people will die because of it?"

"Why do you always have to focus on the negative?" Roy asked, "You're beginning to sound more like Oliver did last year."

Oliver himself gave Matt a concerned look on hearing that.

Later, Matt was punching the boxing bag to take out his frustration while Oliver, Elektra, Slade and Roy watched him with concern.

At the same time, Maggie was praying.

"I don't know if I have the strength to get through this", she said with joined hands as she prayed. Matt could listen to her while he continued boxing.

"He's so stubborn", Maggie continued saying, "Full of fury and foolish pride. Please watch over him. Keep him from making the same damned mistake that took you from us."

Matt boxed even harder.

"Our son is too much like you, Jack."

Matt froze. Our son? No! It was impossible!

"Mom? Mom", Matt whispered as he fell to his knees.

"Matt!" Oliver called out in concern.

"Matthew!" Elektra called out too. Slade and Roy also looked concerned.

Matt whispered to himself, "No."

Adrian Chase sat in a room in a huge building with Ricardo Diaz. Joe and the Longbow Hunters were still in the hotel at which they had decided to stay.

The man they wanted to meet arrived and sat in front of them.

"So you are Special Agent Adrian Chase?" he asked Adrian.

"I am", Adrian said.

"And you are?" the man asked Diaz.

"Ricardo Diaz", Diaz said, "But I prefer the 'Dragon.'"

"So", Chase said to the man, "You have connections to Mr. Fisk."

"I have", the man said, "He lent me money when my company was falling in due to debt. His efforts helped me rebuild it."

"So you are indebted to him, I guess", Adrian said.

"Yes", the man said, "I am."

"You will do anything he asks?" Chase asked.

"I will", the man said, "Anything. Even if it is off the books."

"And you have military contacts too?" Chase asked.

"Yes", the man said.

"Well then", Chase said, "Tell us about the progress of the 'Sentinel Project', Mr. Trask."

"The goal of the program is to identify and wipe any Enhanced who are deemed to be dangerous to the society by the governments", Bolivar Trask said, "But Trask Industries hasn't made anything like that yet. Right now, we have only managed to make one cyborg, covered with human tissue, who has superhuman strength and speed. But he cannot identify Enhanced from regular humans."

"He still works though?" Chase asked.

"He does", Trask said, "He can do anything you ask him to do."

"What is he called?" Adrian asked.

"Nuke Model 101."

So now Bolivar Trask and the Trask Industries exist in my version of MCU. But the X-Men and other mutants don't exist so this project is a secret 'off the books' project to destroy any Enhanced that are considered dangerous.

In the Marvel Comics, we have Nuke, a super soldier who was created by the Weapon X Program. In the MCU, Will Simpson from Season 1 of Jessica Jones was the live action version of Nuke. But he's dead now as this fic takes place after Season 2 of Jessica Jones.

But he was never called Nuke as far as I remember. So in this story, Nuke is the first proper functioning robot created under the 'Sentinel Program' whose goal is to wipe out Enhanced people. But he can do anything that is asked of him.

Basically I twisted some concepts of Marvel and used some concepts of the 'Terminator' movies to do this.

Please review. I always appreciate your feedback,