The apartment was empty. A rat's nest filled with nothing but shit. He kicked over a chair and raised his rifle when a figure came through the window. He knew that shadow"Castle, you can't kill Menendez!" Daredevil growled. Frank's nostrils flared, ready to fight.

"The hell I am, Red." He snarled. "Do you have any idea what he did?"

"Yes I do but you can't kill him. That's not justice!"

"I'm not justice. This-" he lifted his rifle knowing Red could sense what it was however he did his freaky shit. "is."

Red snarled and got ready to aim at him. Frank slammed the butt of his barrel into the other man's chest. He got ready to head down the fire escape. He knew escaping Red would be impossible if he didn't set off his percussion grenade on the way down.

He did not expect Red to right himself so quickly and instead of a punch or even one of those stupid billy clubs he was tripped on by a floor lamp's stand. Frank tried to catch himself but was met with a lampshade being slammed over his face and encasing his shoulders.

He fell backwards. Red was glaring at him, he could tell despite that stupid mask. "I said don't kill Menendez." He snarled and ran out into the night. Fuck. He needed to get out of this. Fuck. He tried to lift his arms, the shit poly-something fibers did not budge.

Fuck red. He was shooting the bastard again for this.

He wriggled. The lampshade gave a bit. He kept wriggling.

It took him two hours to get out of that. By then Mendendez and his filth had been arrest. Yeah he was definitely shooting Red.

Calm down.

He didn't say fatally.