Oh man, this one is getting really hard to figure out.
The phone rang suddenly, screaming 'unknown caller' and breaking through Matt's deep thoughts. Matt knew almost instantly that something was wrong. He grabbed the phone and put it to his ear.
"Hello?" he asked softly.
"Mister Murdock," Emery drawled, his voice distinguished and strong. "You did a very fine job in taking down that lowlife for me. I would have preferred that you use your...pet's methods, but at the same time, well done."
"He's not my pet," Matt said immediately, even though he hardly needed to defend himself. "I did what you told me to do."
"Now, I have your next task," laughed the man. "I'm impressed by your action, Daredevil, but now I need you to avoid the police. Specifically, you need to keep the police out of my colleague's affair. He's shipping stuff in from the docks tonight, and police are on high alert. I have a distraction planned to help my friend out."
"What exactly is the stuff that your friend is shipping in?" Matt asked. He expected drugs, of course, because illicit substances were the fuel behind every criminal empire out there.
"I'll stop you right there and save your soul," teased the man. "I hear that Mister Matthew Murdock is a devout Catholic and the idea of allowing these transactions to take place might put a heavy strain on his soul."
"Is this a human trafficking deal?" Matt asked. "I can't do that, if that's what we're talking about. I just can't..."
"Okay, my contact will have the information about Daredevil's identity sent to all of the local news outlets by morning if a little devil doesn't help me out. Bye Matthew."
Matt looked down at the phone. His heart raced in his chest and he realized that he didn't know what to do.
"What is it, sir?" Frank asked softly from behind him.
Matt looked up. Sometimes he wished he could see Frank, but he could almost hear his facial expression. Stoic concern. It had to be.
"Emery," he said honestly. "Wants me to protect a deal that looks like human trafficking."
"You can't do that," Frank said, quietly. "I get it, completely. You can't do it, but if you don't then he's going to bring everything crashing down, yeah?"
"Yes," he murmured quietly. "He is."
"Let me kill him, sir," Frank said quietly. "I know that it's against your moral code, but it'll clear things up without you being outed. It solves everything. The guilt, the blame, that's all on me."
"It'd be on me too, trust me."
"I'm not sure what we can do then," Frank said. "It seems like a hopeless case, sir."
Fill - The Only Man - 16/? - Matt/Frank - slave!au
The phone rang suddenly, screaming 'unknown caller' and breaking through Matt's deep thoughts. Matt knew almost instantly that something was wrong. He grabbed the phone and put it to his ear.
"Hello?" he asked softly.
"Mister Murdock," Emery drawled, his voice distinguished and strong. "You did a very fine job in taking down that lowlife for me. I would have preferred that you use your...pet's methods, but at the same time, well done."
"He's not my pet," Matt said immediately, even though he hardly needed to defend himself. "I did what you told me to do."
"Now, I have your next task," laughed the man. "I'm impressed by your action, Daredevil, but now I need you to avoid the police. Specifically, you need to keep the police out of my colleague's affair. He's shipping stuff in from the docks tonight, and police are on high alert. I have a distraction planned to help my friend out."
"What exactly is the stuff that your friend is shipping in?" Matt asked. He expected drugs, of course, because illicit substances were the fuel behind every criminal empire out there.
"I'll stop you right there and save your soul," teased the man. "I hear that Mister Matthew Murdock is a devout Catholic and the idea of allowing these transactions to take place might put a heavy strain on his soul."
"Is this a human trafficking deal?" Matt asked. "I can't do that, if that's what we're talking about. I just can't..."
"Okay, my contact will have the information about Daredevil's identity sent to all of the local news outlets by morning if a little devil doesn't help me out. Bye Matthew."
Matt looked down at the phone. His heart raced in his chest and he realized that he didn't know what to do.
"What is it, sir?" Frank asked softly from behind him.
Matt looked up. Sometimes he wished he could see Frank, but he could almost hear his facial expression. Stoic concern. It had to be.
"Emery," he said honestly. "Wants me to protect a deal that looks like human trafficking."
"You can't do that," Frank said, quietly. "I get it, completely. You can't do it, but if you don't then he's going to bring everything crashing down, yeah?"
"Yes," he murmured quietly. "He is."
"Let me kill him, sir," Frank said quietly. "I know that it's against your moral code, but it'll clear things up without you being outed. It solves everything. The guilt, the blame, that's all on me."
"It'd be on me too, trust me."
"I'm not sure what we can do then," Frank said. "It seems like a hopeless case, sir."