"We don't have that much time before they realize something's wrong," And Matt takes one smooth step to Tim, lips parting a moment before he makes a conscious effort to show his hands. He's slowly going for something in his pocket, though. The flash drive.
"Tim Gutterson? You need to listen to me. You can't trust anyone that you work with. You can only trust yourself. A man named Wilson Fisk has half of the force in his pocket. Worse than Falcone in the 90s."
A brief pause. He pulls out the thumb drive from his pocket.
"There's a man named Ben Urich who writes for the local paper. Specializes in Hell's Kitchen. He can be trusted--if anything happens to him, I want you to open this thumb drive. Do you understand?"
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Date: 2015-11-23 06:24 am (UTC)"Tim Gutterson? You need to listen to me. You can't trust anyone that you work with. You can only trust yourself. A man named Wilson Fisk has half of the force in his pocket. Worse than Falcone in the 90s."
A brief pause. He pulls out the thumb drive from his pocket.
"There's a man named Ben Urich who writes for the local paper. Specializes in Hell's Kitchen. He can be trusted--if anything happens to him, I want you to open this thumb drive. Do you understand?"