The night was eerily silent as we slipped through the narrow alleys, the city breathing around us like a restless animal. Every shadow felt heavier, every rooftop seemed to hold eyes that weren't there. Fisk's men would not stop. Not after what we just stole.
Ghostline led us through a twisting network of abandoned train tunnels. The hacker moved with a strange, twitchy energy, muttering to himself under his breath as we followed. Daredevil stayed close, his head tilting every few seconds, picking up sounds none of us could hear.
We finally reached Ghostline's underground hideout. The faint hum of servers filled the silence, the glow of monitors painting the room in cold blues and greens. It was less a home and more a digital fortress—walls covered with wires, dismantled drones, and screens running endless streams of code.
Ghostline dropped into his chair like he belonged there, spinning the drive between his fingers as if it were a coin rather than the key to dismantling a criminal empire.
Daredevil stood in the corner, arms crossed, unreadable beneath the dim glow. I leaned against a rack of servers, still catching my breath from the fight with Fisk's enforcer.
Ghostline smirked as he slid the drive into a terminal. "Alright, let's see what the Kingpin of Crime has been hiding."
Lines of code streamed across the monitors as he bypassed layer after layer of encryption. Minutes stretched long, tension thick in the air. Then, the screens shifted—dozens of folders bloomed open, each one labeled with something incriminating: Financial Records, Shipment Routes, Bribery Logs.
I stepped forward. "Tell me you have something good."
Ghostline's fingers flew across the keyboard, pulling up files faster than my eyes could follow. "Good? This isn't good—it's devastating. Fisk's entire operation is in here. Bribes, assassinations, secret meetings… he owns half the city on paper, and the other half through fear."
He opened another folder, revealing a map of Hell's Kitchen dotted with glowing red points. Warehouses, safehouses, financial hubs. "These are his critical assets. Take these out, and you cripple his cash flow."
Daredevil's head tilted slightly, listening to the hacker's heartbeat. "Anything else?"
"Is it enough to take him down?" I asked.
Ghostline pulled up another encrypted window, this one far more secure than the rest. "Yes. But each of these locations is heavily guarded. And there's something else—this file contains plans Fisk hasn't even acted on yet. If he completes them, Hell's Kitchen won't stand a chance."
I frowned. "But this doesn't feel right. Why would he leave all of this in one place? Fisk isn't stupid."
Ghostline's fingers hesitated above the keys for the first time. Daredevil turned his head toward me, his expression tightening.
"You're thinking it's a trap," Daredevil said.
"Think about it," I replied. "All of his secrets, his entire empire—just sitting here for us to take? Either he wanted us to find this… or there's something hidden we're not seeing."
Ghostline muttered under his breath, typing faster. "You're not wrong. I'm picking up strange code buried deep in the drive—hidden protocols, auto-scripts that shouldn't even exist. It's like… the files are watching me back."
Daredevil's jaw tightened. "Could it lead them to us?"
"Possibly," Ghostline admitted. "Or maybe it's feeding Fisk false data while we think we're winning. Either way, this thing is dangerous."
I crossed my arms. "Then we plan for the worst. Assume Fisk is already two steps ahead."
Ghostline sighed and pulled the map back up. "Then we don't stop. We use what we've got and stay unpredictable. If Fisk thinks he can bait us, we turn his trap back on him."
Three points glowed brighter than the rest.
The Financial Hub – a high-rise where Fisk launders his money through dozens of shell corporations.The Shipment Docks – where weapons, drugs, and tech flow into the city.The Control Node – an unmarked facility with unknown operations, possibly the heart of Fisk's digital network.
Ghostline pointed at the docks. "That's your first target. It's the weakest link, lightly guarded compared to the other two. You burn that, and his supply chain starts bleeding out."
Daredevil nodded. "We'll hit the docks first. Then we cut off the head."
I clenched my fists, a grin pulling at my lips. "Let Fisk know. Let him throw everything he's got. Doesn't matter—we'll have to go through them to get to him anyway."
Daredevil gave me a faint smirk. "Careful, Liam. That confidence is going to get you killed one day."
"Maybe," I said, smirking back. "But not today."
Ghostline removed the drive and sealed it in a hardened case. "Then it's settled. I'll feed you intel. Daredevil runs interference. If we're lucky, Fisk won't even realize you were there until the docks are ash."
The hacker's eyes gleamed as he turned back to his screens. "Get ready. War's coming, and we're about to strike first."
I looked toward the faint cracks of moonlight seeping through the concrete walls. Somewhere out there, Fisk was already planning his next move.
Good.So was I.
The next phase of the war for Hell's Kitchen had begun.
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(now this one is a short one i know i just dont know if i should do a time skip to where they get to the fight with kingpin or to just go through all of it since i dont want to drag it out tell me what you all think)
-who to pair him with or to make him single
-should he start killing
(im taking a break tomorrow and most likely every Tuesday hope you all enjoyed)