Emery was a small time scumbag for a reason. That was all that Frank could think as he made his demands. He thought small, and that kept him alive. His lack of ambition was the only thing between him and a bullet to the head and Frank was pretty sure he was starting to figure that out.
Of course, now, Emery had Daredevil in his hands. It was a chance move, really. Frank had to wonder if Matt had really killed someone. It wouldn't surprise him, really. Matt - Daredevil - his ... his Master, was a very good man, but a short sighted one as well. Frank had seen him move through evil doers like they were made of nothing. If someone didn't die unexpectedly, it'd be a miracle.
As he explained what he wanted from Daredevil, Frank thought about how easy it would be to kill him. He didn't even need a weapon, honestly. He could snap the bastard's neck in half of a second, and he was pretty sure this guy didn't have enough mooks to be a problem either. It would be too easy, except for the fact that Matt's life wasn't in danger and he couldn't defy his Master's orders. No, he couldn't do it, no matter how much he wanted to.
His demands of Daredevil were pretty simple.
"First of all," Emery said, gloating in the worst, most pompous manner possible, "I want you to stay out of my affairs. I have a signal. If anyone you come to do your justice against gives you said signal, I want you to leave them be. Secondly, I want you to get rid of Dalton."
"Synthetic drug manufacturer," Frank whispered under his breath. He had run into some of the man's people when bringing down the gangs. Dalton supplied for some of the major gangs. "He's quiet and supplies for the major crime players, sir."
"Your little pet is wise," Emery huffed. "Kill him, get him put away for life, I don't care. Just make him disappear."
"Or..."
"Or the whole world finds out exactly what the little blind lawyer has been hiding up his sleeve," Emery teased, a grin crossing his face. "You'll lose your credibility and your pet. Make it happen by this Friday, or else it all comes crashing."
Fill - The Only Man - 13/? - Frank/Matt - slavery au
Emery was a small time scumbag for a reason. That was all that Frank could think as he made his demands. He thought small, and that kept him alive. His lack of ambition was the only thing between him and a bullet to the head and Frank was pretty sure he was starting to figure that out.
Of course, now, Emery had Daredevil in his hands. It was a chance move, really. Frank had to wonder if Matt had really killed someone. It wouldn't surprise him, really. Matt - Daredevil - his ... his Master, was a very good man, but a short sighted one as well. Frank had seen him move through evil doers like they were made of nothing. If someone didn't die unexpectedly, it'd be a miracle.
As he explained what he wanted from Daredevil, Frank thought about how easy it would be to kill him. He didn't even need a weapon, honestly. He could snap the bastard's neck in half of a second, and he was pretty sure this guy didn't have enough mooks to be a problem either. It would be too easy, except for the fact that Matt's life wasn't in danger and he couldn't defy his Master's orders. No, he couldn't do it, no matter how much he wanted to.
His demands of Daredevil were pretty simple.
"First of all," Emery said, gloating in the worst, most pompous manner possible, "I want you to stay out of my affairs. I have a signal. If anyone you come to do your justice against gives you said signal, I want you to leave them be. Secondly, I want you to get rid of Dalton."
"Synthetic drug manufacturer," Frank whispered under his breath. He had run into some of the man's people when bringing down the gangs. Dalton supplied for some of the major gangs. "He's quiet and supplies for the major crime players, sir."
"Your little pet is wise," Emery huffed. "Kill him, get him put away for life, I don't care. Just make him disappear."
"Or..."
"Or the whole world finds out exactly what the little blind lawyer has been hiding up his sleeve," Emery teased, a grin crossing his face. "You'll lose your credibility and your pet. Make it happen by this Friday, or else it all comes crashing."
He turned and walked away.
"Please, sir, let me."
"No. Not yet."