pridegoeth: (claw meets concrete)
((Continued from here...))

As much as Dr. Octavius would prefer a stealthy approach, there's only one way he has to move quickly across the city, and it's not the most subtle. On the plus side, while he did stop not far from the hideout to place a call that will likely draw the police, the rooftops aren't the first place they're going to look. His captive, who has turned out to be something of an unexpected ally, has been rebound at wrists and ankles with a length of cord that hobbles his steps. It's more for show than security, since he's already let the man arm himself with a small piece of metal tucked in reach up his sleeve. The nightsticks have been returned, if only because he's being restrained and kept out of reach of the flesh-and-blood man. The metal arms, after all, don't find those a threat.

Thus bound, Daredevil has been wrapped in a curled actuator- tight enough he couldn't get free if he tried, but gentle enough not to hurt, and all that says just how precise and controlled those metal arms truly are. He should be used to being lifted up already, and this time it's more comfortably so, around the waist, but then when they leave the building, he can hear the crunching grip of actuator claws on concrete, as the arms scale the wall, and then they're off and moving at speed across the rooftops, swinging easily over alleys, and it's a kind of locomotion like nothing else. Sight isn't needed to enjoy this, and in fact he's better off keeping his eyes closed thanks to the rush of the wind. It's almost like flying, and if he could see, his captor enjoys this method of travel. It's almost over too soon, as they sink and land in an alley, Octavius giving a quiet grunt as weight is dropped back onto his own feet. "All right, we've got a fire escape to go up, and no tricks." He doesn't quite trust him, really. The actuator holding Daredevil brings him close enough for Octavius to clamp a solid hand on his shoulder. Then all four arms are in retreat, rearranging and drawing themselves up, and there's pressure as the bigger man leans on him just a little. Arms hidden under the long coat, he's carrying a lot of weight on his own two legs, now, but it does make him less recognizeable as the infamous Doc Ock.
Date/Time: 2015-02-13 17:33 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] daredevilawyer
daredevilawyer: (Default)
While Matt would have liked to travel on his own power, he knew that wasn't possible for their facade to work. So he put up with being carried, steeling himself for the fight to come. He didn't say a word the whole trip, focusing on his senses around him. Working out where in the city they were and what direction they were going.

He fingers the piece of metal up his sleeve, the batons firmly in their holders in his boots. This seemed like a pretty open area for an exchange. He wasn't sure what yet, but something was bothering him about it. Nerves, he told himself and tried to shake the feeling as he's set back on his feet. With a nod, he starts to ascend the ladder, slowly and feigning exhaustion when he reaches the top.

It didn't seem like anyone was here yet. But Matt knew they weren't alone. Two heartbeats stepped out from around a rooftop pigeon coop, their semi-automatic weapons in hand. In the distance, a helicopter was circling, waiting for the all clear signal from his henchmen. While the Kingpin was interested in capturing Daredevil, he was also making sure there weren't any tricks.
Date/Time: 2015-02-13 17:51 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] daredevilawyer
daredevilawyer: (from the shadows)
"Lets see 'im then, if it's really 'im," one of the baddies grumbles, radio on his hip. Obviously the man to give the signal to the chopper whenever it's to come down. But that did mean shoving Daredevil out in front, unprotected. He was fully prepared for that scenario however, looking beaten and tired but every muscle tensed and ready for action.

The two henchmen seem to have no sign of money or briefcase on their person.
Date/Time: 2015-02-13 18:12 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] daredevilawyer
daredevilawyer: (listening in)
As Daredevil comes into view, the henchmen grip their guns a little tighter, their heartbeats speeding up slightly. Daredevil smiles quietly to himself. They'd heard stories, of course. None of them good.

The main henchman swallows before reaching for his radio, "Looks like it's really 'im, sir." He listens with it up to his ear so none of the others could hear. Save for Daredevil. Good. Give the man his reward. Fisk's voice. A briefcase is produce from the side as the guns are trained on the man in black. The henchmen advancing slowly to make the exchange.

Something else catches Matt's ear, something faint as he's being pushed forward slightly. Way off to the right on a nearby rooftop another radio squawked. The Kingpin's voice coming through. "You may fire when ready." The sniper set his weapon, a large bazooka, aiming at the party gathered on the next roof. He was going to take them all out at once. Matt didn't know what kind of weapon was trained at them, but he had to get out of there.

"...snipers," he says quickly in a whisper, hoping if the Doc hadn't heard it, his metal friends would. He's only just able to get his wrist bonds cut as the sniper fires. Two more on the remaining rooftops firing at almost the same time. The Kingpin would have the best seat in the house to watch them go up in a firey explosion.
Date/Time: 2015-02-13 18:47 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] daredevilawyer
daredevilawyer: (explosion)
"Look out!"
"What is that?!"

Chaos immediately broke out on the rooftop. Starting with the large explosion from the missile that misses hitting its mark and hits the roof next door instead.

The henchmen forgetting to keep Daredevil covered as they open fire on the crazy man with the metallic arms. Daredevil springs into action, slicing his ankle ropes as he flips forward and hurls the bit of metal at the main henchman's hand. The large man yells in pain as Daredevil, batons now in hand, takes him out with two blows to the head. He drops like a sack of potatoes, his radio skidding across the cement. The second henchman realizing his mistake, turns his gun on the man in black, but too late. On orders from the Kingpin, his snipers were firing on anything that moved, including their own men. Matt has just the presence of mind to grab the dying henchman and use him for a shield as he back up, trying to find some sort of cover. He was out in the open though, this was not an ideal situation. And Fisk might as well be in his tower for all the farther away he was in the chopper.
Date/Time: 2015-02-13 19:28 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] daredevilawyer
daredevilawyer: (explosion)
The helicopter hovers for a moment, a man firing another missile at the rooftop to take care of Daredevil, before barreling down on the 8 armed doctor. The Kingpin not happy about someone making away with his money, he's going to get it back. More missiles firing in Doc Ock's direction...

...while unnoticed, Daredevil hangs on a line attached to the feet of the copter. He is NOT letting Fisk get away this time.
Date/Time: 2015-02-13 19:47 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] daredevilawyer
daredevilawyer: (explosion)
The copter swings wide, careening out of control above the streets of New York. Daredevil hangs on as he's whipped back and forth, the telltale sounds of the metallic acuators telling the story of what hitchhiker they had picked up now.

"Get him off!!" the Kingpin shouts, pointing at the bug on the windshield while his men swing their guns around to point at him. The poor pilot trying to get control of a very heavy helicopter at the moment. Daredevil climbs up quickly, both feet finding the henchman's face before he can pull the trigger on the doctor. Unfortunately, he does pull it while his aim is off and the missile explodes in the cabin. BOOM!!

Everyone thrown back and out of the exploding helicopter as a white parachute opens slightly away from it, the Kingpin having bailed out rather than stay and fight.

The man without fear is left hanging off his rope again, ears ringing and still attached to the flaming helicopter that was plunging towards the nearest city park. Crashing was imminent.
Date/Time: 2015-02-13 20:18 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] daredevilawyer
daredevilawyer: (explosion)
Matt is not focused on the impending doom, he doesn't want to lose his one chance...

But as he uses the arm for leverage back up into the firey cockpit, he realizes Fisk is not there. "NO!" he pounds on the seat with a fist as the helicoptor lurches wildly on its side mid-air. Below, people are scattering in fear, trying to get out of the way as the coper slams and tumbles along the ground before coming to rest against a very large tree.

Date/Time: 2015-02-13 21:08 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] daredevilawyer
daredevilawyer: (explosion)
Ripped from the helicopter in the nick of time, it might be concerning that Daredevil doesn't move for a long moment after they've made their escape. But finally, he coughs and moves slightly, coming around from the smoke inhalation and the noise he'd just been subjected to. His senses in disarray from all the spinning and explosions, its going to take a few moments to right himself. There's an ache around his middle from being held by the metal tentacle. His hands reach weakly up to make sure that's what was holding him.

"*cough* *cough cough*" What he meant to say was the Kingpin got away. Matt couldn't have felt worse if he tried. That plan was a complete failure.
Date/Time: 2015-02-13 21:39 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] daredevilawyer
daredevilawyer: (sticks)
He runs a hand down the metal links, coming to something wet....and he can smell blood. Question was, was it his? Or the other man's? Matt coughed again, trying to get some of his wind back. "Street...what street?" he asks, needing a reference for where they were. He doesn't mean to sound so panicky about it, it just came out that way.

Sirens were coming nearer, heading towards the park.
Date/Time: 2015-02-13 22:12 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] daredevilawyer
daredevilawyer: (listening in)
Matt squirms slightly as if wanting to be put down. But when his feet are under him, they nearly give way. "Come on," he said, hand to his side as he tried to stand. Trying to help pull Doc Ock to his feet too. Finding out that it's hard to figure out which arm to support to do so. "We can't stay here. If we can get two blocks down..." There's an empty storefront that he knew of they could hide till the commotion died down. Matt finally finds a way to get his shoulder under the doctor's and tries to help him get to his feet.

His real feet that is.
Date/Time: 2015-02-13 23:50 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] daredevilawyer
daredevilawyer: (from the shadows)
He's got the bad feeling that if one goes down, they both aren't getting back up any time soon.

Daredevil has a baton up to block the moment the actuator is coming at him but the metal snake stops at a command. Now he knew for certain these "creatures" were alive and not just robotics grafted to their creator. "We may...have to get a small truck," he tries to make a joke and stay focused at the same time. He was not one to give up so easily.

As far as he could discern, Matt himself was beaten and bruised, but nothing broken. However, he couldn't tell as much from the other man. "Are you injured?" Hopefully it wasn't something glaringly obvious like a missing arm or something.
Date/Time: 2015-02-14 00:56 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] daredevilawyer
daredevilawyer: (eyesight)
Matt finds the wound on the man's arm and clamps down on the spot so he won't lose any more blood. "Just think how embarrassing it would be to bleed out right here," he says, trying to keep the man walking. He is leading them somewhere thought. "The back alley on the right, there's a clinic." He knew the owner, they usually helped and didn't ask too many questions. Even better if they were out, they could help themselves to any medical supplies needed.

"Hey....look you--four," Matt says, trying to gain some control over this situation. Would someone say 'hey you' to an actuator? If he can get them to understand and follow him, they'd make it. He taps on one of the arms to try and get their attention, since the Doc seemed like he was getting a little punchy from loss of blood. "You understand me?"
Date/Time: 2015-02-14 01:40 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] daredevilawyer
daredevilawyer: (from the shadows)
Daredevil ties off the wound with what's at hand at the moment, which would be the line from one of his batons. It makes a good tourniquet in a pinch, he's often used them that way before.

Moe. Okay, now's not the time to ask.

"If they can carry you, they can follow me once we reach the alley." He knew all the back alleys of Hell's Kitchen and knew how to avoid being seen. Even in the company of a mechanical octopus.
Date/Time: 2015-02-14 01:58 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] daredevilawyer
daredevilawyer: (from the shadows)
"Noted," Daredevil says, slowly letting the mechanical arms take Octavius' weight. Then he takes a step and stops to catch himself, now realizing how much the fight took out of him. Com'n, Murdock, move it, he pep talks himself before moving forward. He forgoes his usual swinging and jumping, just leading as straight a line as he can towards the back end of the clinic.

The lights are off inside, fortunate for them. Matt knows where the extra key is, part of a favor for saving the owner's life once. He unlocks the door and makes sure the doctor isn't far behind. So far, nobody's noticed their trek there and the sirens had died out since they left the park.
Date/Time: 2015-02-14 02:20 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] daredevilawyer
daredevilawyer: (from the shadows)
It's an afterthought to turn on the lights. Matt's already rummaged through a few boxes to find what they might need. The back of the clinic was mostly storage next to an examination room with a table.

It seems that he's abandoning Doc Ock as he lights for the stairs to the upper apartment. There's the faint sound of him knocking on a door. And the sleepy answer back.

A moment later, Matt is coming down the stairs followed by a older thinner man who's putting on his glasses and rolling up his sleeves. "Gunshot wound, I think," Matt was saying to him. "Good heavens," the older man murmured at the yards of metal arms sprawling out of the man in front of him.
Date/Time: 2015-02-14 02:51 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] daredevilawyer
daredevilawyer: (eyesight)
The mousey man goes off to fetch what he needs to sew up his new patient, bringing over a metal tray when he's ready. Matt knew he would do a good job, any friend of Daredevil was a friend of Dr. Linus.

Daredevil hovers nearby, trying to look like he wasn't holding a bruised rib and being ready to help should anything go wrong. If those mechanical arms got any bad ideas, he was going to get Linus out of here in a hurry.

The doctor asks to see the arm in question, a towel in hand to wash off the wound so he can see it better.

Unfortunately for Octavius, all the good stuff was locked up for the night to prevent thieves from stealing it for the black market. However a bottle of whiskey might turn up from a cupboard if the arms keep looking around.
Date/Time: 2015-02-14 03:15 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] daredevilawyer
daredevilawyer: (Default)
The doctor is a bit flustered at the close scrutiny, "Er, pardon me, but your arms are in my light," he says apologetically.

Matt brings over one of the lights from the side, one of those for surgery that are on a long metal neck, aiming it at Doc Ock's arm. Maybe he should play distraction while Linus was occupied. "There's lollypops for the good patients," he says, leaning in a wooden bracing beam next to the chair Doc Ock was sitting in. Fully inside the reach of the metal arms and hopefully a more tantalizing target.
Date/Time: 2015-02-14 03:33 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] daredevilawyer
daredevilawyer: (from the shadows)
"Just my pride," Daredevil answers with a hint of bitterness. His goals within his reach and slipped through his grasp once again. He does look a beaten up sight, smudges of smoke and blood all over. Likely the blood being from both of them. When he gets home and has a shower, he'll find whatever cuts he does have on his person much easier. Right now, there's no way of telling right where they were.

He goes over to a cupboard and opens it up, pulling out a small flask of alcohol and giving it to the man in the chair. "Should be brandy." Dr. Linus about to work on pulling out the bullet from the second wound.
Date/Time: 2015-02-14 16:36 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] daredevilawyer
daredevilawyer: (eyesight)
The doctor seems engrossed in his work, answering without looking up. "Anyone who needs it," he says, carefully going in with the tweezers. It's a policy that's nearly gotten him killed on more than one occasion, but Dr. Linus figured when his time came, he would like to say he did all that he could for other people.

Daredevil takes the flask and sets it on the nearby table. Alcohol dulled the senses, not something he wants to use right now. However, his adrenaline levels were coming down now that the fight was over and exhaustion clamping down on him. It was a good thing he didn't have to go to court tomorrow. He leans against a nearby wall, arms crossed to keep his aching rib in and listened to the doctor's efforts as best as he could. There's a satisfied sound from Linus as he extracts the bullet and lets it clink into a metal basin before working on dressing the wound.
Date/Time: 2015-02-14 18:09 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] daredevilawyer
daredevilawyer: (smirk in costume)
"Some, yes," the doctor said, finishing up the bandage and going to wash his hands. "Daredevil doesn't usually bring in his enemies."

That earns a smirk from Matt, Linus had assumed it was his fault that the mechanical man was beaten up. "It keeps things simple," he says, going along with the misconception.
Date/Time: 2015-02-14 18:22 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] daredevilawyer
daredevilawyer: (from the shadows)
"If I have, he never said a word," Dr. Linus says, coming out and drying his hands on a towel. If he's not needed, he'll be going back upstairs now. He knows Daredevil can lock up after himself.

"Impossible in this town," Daredevil says, straightening with a barely perceptible wince. He's going to make sure the 8 armed man leaves without incident.
Date/Time: 2015-02-14 18:41 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] daredevilawyer
daredevilawyer: (from the shadows)
Daredevil says nothing in reply at first. However badly the villain feels, he will regret missing his chance to get the Kingpin even worse.

"You have your money," he says, he would hold up his end of the bargain if he wasn't double crossed in return. And he knew Otto still had the briefcase.
Date/Time: 2015-02-14 18:53 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] daredevilawyer
daredevilawyer: (Default)
Another pause, Daredevil doubting that the man was really holding out his hand. But when he reached and found it easily enough, that answered that question. "I didn't catch the name," he says, knowing full well the other man didn't have to give it.
Date/Time: 2015-02-15 04:54 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] daredevilawyer
daredevilawyer: (Default)
A name he would be looking up later to find out more about this strange scientist.

"I would have thought you'd had enough of Hell's Kitchen's welcome by now," Matt says with a knowing smirk. Here's hoping their next meeting isn't as soon or as dangerous as this one has been. And here's hoping neither of them will double cross the other.


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