"Must be just like old times, Gutterson," one of the officers says, and Tim can't put a name to the voice, but it's the same one that spoke earlier. "A piece of shit terrorist blowing everything up and an order to kill on sight."
He says it as if he's reminding Tim. Reminding him that they have orders kill the vigilante as soon as someone has the shot. They will not take him alive. They only want him dead. They're not orders Tim is unused to by any means, and he sure as hell doesn't need to be reminded of them. He also doesn't, however, actually want to kill the vigilante. Not when the label of terrorist doesn't match the image of the man in the mask he has in his head.
Maybe he was wrong, though. Maybe this is doing the right thing. Maybe the devil of Hell's Kitchen is less vigilante and more villain. Tim will follow his orders.
"Except in Afghanistan, I didn't have three dozen cops talkin' in my ear." Tim finds a better perch, a better angle, stares down the scope into the partially constructed building. There's no movement, not even any shadows this time. And it's not because the building's occupants are still, it's because they're not there. "Fuck. He's gone."
A team goes in to search. They search the unfinished drainage system and find nothing. They search the surrounding area and find nothing there, too. They had him cornered and he slipped through their fingers, because Tim wasn't willing to let a team go in and get slaughter just because he couldn't get a damn shot.
It's frustrating. He can still taste smoke in his mouth despite being nowhere near the burning parts of the city.
He gets Foggy's messages, and that doesn't bode well at all. Matt's not answering his phone (Tim calls another three times before heading to the hospital, and two more times once he gets there) and Foggy and Karen haven't seen him, either. Matt Murdock is MIA. He holds it together when he finds Foggy and Karen at the hospital, if only because it's very evident that the other two are not. He murmurs quiet reassurances and checks his phone at three minute intervals.
Sadie calls, at one point, panic high in her voice even though Tim answers halfway through the first ring. She hears the tightness in his tone even as he does his best to sound fine. She always knows when he's not fine. So he explains, quietly, void of detail, the situation, and she makes him promise to call her as soon as he has any updates.
All they can do, really, is wait. It's too chaotic and messy to search, and workers have already started clearing the rubble, sweeping the streets, looking for the injured and the dead and the trapped.
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Date: 2016-01-15 11:26 am (UTC)He says it as if he's reminding Tim. Reminding him that they have orders kill the vigilante as soon as someone has the shot. They will not take him alive. They only want him dead. They're not orders Tim is unused to by any means, and he sure as hell doesn't need to be reminded of them. He also doesn't, however, actually want to kill the vigilante. Not when the label of terrorist doesn't match the image of the man in the mask he has in his head.
Maybe he was wrong, though. Maybe this is doing the right thing. Maybe the devil of Hell's Kitchen is less vigilante and more villain. Tim will follow his orders.
"Except in Afghanistan, I didn't have three dozen cops talkin' in my ear." Tim finds a better perch, a better angle, stares down the scope into the partially constructed building. There's no movement, not even any shadows this time. And it's not because the building's occupants are still, it's because they're not there. "Fuck. He's gone."
A team goes in to search. They search the unfinished drainage system and find nothing. They search the surrounding area and find nothing there, too. They had him cornered and he slipped through their fingers, because Tim wasn't willing to let a team go in and get slaughter just because he couldn't get a damn shot.
It's frustrating. He can still taste smoke in his mouth despite being nowhere near the burning parts of the city.
He gets Foggy's messages, and that doesn't bode well at all. Matt's not answering his phone (Tim calls another three times before heading to the hospital, and two more times once he gets there) and Foggy and Karen haven't seen him, either. Matt Murdock is MIA. He holds it together when he finds Foggy and Karen at the hospital, if only because it's very evident that the other two are not. He murmurs quiet reassurances and checks his phone at three minute intervals.
Sadie calls, at one point, panic high in her voice even though Tim answers halfway through the first ring. She hears the tightness in his tone even as he does his best to sound fine. She always knows when he's not fine. So he explains, quietly, void of detail, the situation, and she makes him promise to call her as soon as he has any updates.
All they can do, really, is wait. It's too chaotic and messy to search, and workers have already started clearing the rubble, sweeping the streets, looking for the injured and the dead and the trapped.