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Barbara Gordon	Two days ago, Batgirl had found Daredevil out on his patrol. She had come to him to tell him mask to face about a hit out on him, not that that was anything overly unusual for the Devil of Hell's Kitchen. She wanted to deliver the message herself, though, since she was involved in it. 'The Russians, from the weapons deal. They're looking for you, and your friends.' Batgirl had told the masked man, and fellow vigilante. 'I've told Luke. He said he'd tell Jessica, but she's been seemingly laying low already. I don't know if they have any idea how to find Elektra, but if needs be, I'll let her know too.' Two nights later: The city is quiet, the sun down, the street lamps of Hell's Kitchen on bright. Matt had come across word of a little girl who'd been snatched from a park and was being taken to a child trafficking hub-- a hub that was ever elusive as it never stayed in the same place for long-- but this time, Matt had come across a contact who knew of its current locale. A large old warehouse near the Meat Packing district. The little girl was the child of a fairly wealthy New York socialite, and her abduction was already plastered across the news both on television and on the internet. The NYPD was looking everywhere, but seemingly only Matt had the info on where the best chance of finding the child would be. The building looms in the dark, with multiple points of entry, though the contact told Matt that the kids were kept in the basement, a sub-basement to be exact. The traffickers called it the 'rat's nest' and it was said to contain more than just the socialite's child... But, how long would the kid's be there? The contact had said they were already boxing up and planning to ship out what 'goods' they had, and move on to the next site.
Matt Murdock	'The Devil' was hardly the only one involved in busting up the Russian Mob's trade with (as it turned out) the Antimatter Universe, but they already had an axe to grind with him a dozen times over. It made sense that he was the first one they were going to go after. Also, he just so happened to be the only one who doesn't seem to be bristling with super powers or cutting-edge tech. It makes sense, right? Tonight, however, was something different. He took these kinds of crimes personally. It was one thing to be selling guns to crooks. For all the horror stories about New York, those people wanted those weapons for use on each other. A kidnapping was dragging an innocent person into all this. Worse yet if they hadn't even made demands yet. Daredevil moves through the skylight, dropping down into the dark. He knew the place, though he'd held off on hitting it. Daisy didn't like him throwing himself headlong into fights where the odds were stacked against him. She'd patched him up enough and spent too long fretting over him while he lay barely conscious. But tonight, she'll just have to deal with it again ...
Barbara Gordon	It doesn't take long for Matt to figure out a few different things upon his entry in to the warehouse. 1> He'd tripped a silent alert. Whether intentionally, or not, he could ascertain the movement reacting to his arrival from others within the building. 2> They were ready for him. His contact had set him up. This whole thing was a setup to lure him in, and thus Batgirl was right. 3> They had kids in the basement. Matt's advanced senses could pick up their heart beats, their scared breathing, and thus it was a trap... but it was one made to be specifically designed to get Daredevil to show up. In the now, however, there were two guards on the upper floor where Matt made his way inside. One was standing in front of the central elevator of the warehouse, and the other was just about to come around the corner of the hallway where Daredevil had just arrived. His footfalls made it sound like he was wearing military boots, likely kitted out with all manner of quality military trappings, and the scent of gun oil suggested he was already armed and ready for action, should he even get a visual look at a potentially newly arrived enemy! Heart beats were filling the senses of the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, but the vast majority of them were down below, covering the passageway in to the children in their locked cells.
Matt Murdock	Matt had sensed the silent alarm's activation the moment he had tripped it. It made no sound to the normal human ear, but the sound of circuits clicking into place were familiar enough to him. But there was no stopping it, and judging by the way the warehouse's occupants seemed to be lying in wait it didn't make much difference either way. "Sorry," Daredevil asks, head canted to one side - his eyes looking away from the men in the hallway, though the shell of his ear is pointed right at them, "Am I interrupting something?" Then he moves, leaving the quips and banter for another time. There's something raging beneath the surface. Not his usual non-chalant, almost sarcastic approach. He's not looking to just put people out of commission, he's causing pain. He leaps into the air, planting a foot against the wall to springboard himself off of it. The momentum gives him all that more momentum as he swings his billy club down through the air onto the forehead of the first unfortunate soul to get into his way.
Barbara Gordon	The man in the soldier gear wasn't ready for the agility of the Devil coming out of the dark. he didn't have NVGs on, or anything remotely capable of helping him prepare for an attack of that nature. He did have his gun up, but when the club bashed against the bones of his face, it instantly shattered several of them in multiple places! With a wet crunch, the geared-up man dropped to the floor in a heap of moaning black hued clothes. He clutched at his face, as his gun was dropped to the smoothed concrete of the hallway floor. He began to back up toward the corner of the hallway, his right eye disabled by the hit, his left searching for the man who'd just ganked him out of the shadows! "Mother... fucker..." He muttered, as he pulled a knife from his belt, but ultimately was reeling from the hit. Down the hallway, from the elevator doors, the second man comes jogging, his gun held up and his flashlight shining at the shadows of the poorly lit upper level. He's saying something in to his comm on his lapel, as he advances toward the corner where his partner had just vanished around, only to have some manner of noises reaching him from the resulting scuffle. "Middleton." He calls out, as he scans down the barrel of his handgun, shining a beam of bright LED lumens ahead of him as he jumps around the corner to aim down sights at where he expected to find danger!
Matt Murdock	"Shut up, or I take the other one," Daredevil growls at the downed man, hearing the rasp of steel as the knife is drawn, "Bad choice." It isn't the billy club that finds the man's broken face this time, but the heel of the Devil's boot. Heavy against the as-yet undamaged orbital socket of the black-clad man's other eye, unafraid to draw out pained cries from him as he reaches to snatch the knife with a brutal strike to the man's outstretched wrist. The knife in hand, he doesn't waste a moment to hurl it in the direction of the man approaching from the elevator with his gun. The blade is meticulously aimed, targeting the fleshy parts of the arm with a look towards avoiding an artery. Daredevil is already ducking to the side, moving in a low crouch along the wall in case he decides to fire again.
Barbara Gordon	Middleton is down a second eye, his second socket suffering a similar fate as his first! He slips in to an unconscious state, as the Devil strips him of his black bladed knife. When the second man steps around the corner, the beam of his high powered flashlight shines across the wall that Middleton is slumped up against, but with a flicker of motion, he sees the incoming knife, only too late to avoid it. The blade quicly slips right in to his left bicep, with the point exiting through the opposite side, as the blade nestles itself comfortably in to the man's arm. A second later and he emits a blood curdling shriek as he realizes what had just happened! He spins his body in the direction the knife came from, and begins rapidly squeezing the trigger of his handgun! Down below, in the heart of the children's nest, the group of hired mercs are taking up point defense positions, with their weapons aimed at the elevator doors. They hear the distant sounds of gunshots from above, as they lay in wait, each one wearing a set of NVGs down in the dark, all lights within the corridor-- and its connected rooms-- being deactivated as the building itself plummets in to darkness from top to bottom.
Matt Murdock	The subtle creak of the firing pin as it begins to glide backwards is a sound the Devil of Hell's Kitchen knows well. He's already moving when the gun is fired, low enough in the dark that the bullets strike the floor and walls in little gouts of dust and broken concrete. As the last of the bullets fly, he rises up to fill the man's vision. He feints to the left, commits to the right. His hand darts forward as a punch only to take the form of an open-handed strike, driving the hilt of the blade deeper as he slaps one gloved palm against the hilt. His other hand reaches for the handgun, fingers finding where the man's clasp the trigger. He squeezes. His teeth gritting hard enough that his lips curl back to bare them. Pressing them against the unyielding metal, breath hissing out. "Tell them," he growls low, "Tell them you got him. He's dead. Or I show you pain."
Barbara Gordon	There comes a restrained scream from the man, when the knife is further nestled in to his arm. He's a big guy, and it is clear he has not shied away from any gym days. thus he's doing his best to ignore the pain, and focus on a new found hatred for the red masked man before him. He breathes heavily, his eyes locked on the Devil's covered eyes. He seems to be debating the demand, as though he wants to spit in the Devil's face, and as Matt may suspect that reaction is coming any second... "I got him." The wounded soldier says in to his lapel mic. "He's down. Middleton is down..." He breathes the words out, spittle leaving his quivering lips, the restrained pain he's feeling truly must be quite high. "Get the medic up here!" He adds before he starts to drop down toward the ground, not aggressively, but just unable to stay on his feet any longer. Down below, voices are speaking to one another, with an audible shout of ordering someone to silence the crying children. The children collectively are ordered to silence themselves, less they receive gags, while others clearly already sound as though they've been gagged-up. Six in total? It might be hard to tell with all the building's activity taking place around the Daredevil. The lift doors open up down below, as two soldiers slip inside it, one carrying a medical bag as the second presses the button for the top floor...
Matt Murdock	The Devil smirks behind his mask when the big, tough soldier does exactly what he's asked. True to his word, he doesn't hurt him as bad as he could. He knows just where to strike, and the blow is silent before the man thuds to the floor in an ungainly heap. He can hear the elevator moving, and he prepares himself. He waits patiently, listening to the grinding of the pulleys and the singing of the cables as they lift the carriage upwards. When the door opens, it is to the carnage of the hallway and the two unconscious men. Only two bodies, though, and neither of them is Daredevil. It is then that the service hatch at the top of the elevator collapses inwards, the flimsy tin lid clattering noisily onto the two men below. A figure in red follows down after it, both legs locked at the knee and extended to land hard against their shoulders. It's a brutal fight in a tight, enclosed space. The light fixture shatters in the first few seconds, sending a shower of sparks before plunging it into darkness. A darkness the Devil can see right through.
Barbara Gordon	The two men fight back in the cover of darkness! Their weight, their training, and their hard earned muscles giving them some measure of a chance against the agility and ability of the Devil in red! Both men are summarily bashed in to every wall within the Elevator's interior. The reverberation of the weight of the three men rocks the lift within its housing! When silence falls within the elevator, two men in black are added to the pile of downed soldiers, one face first on the floor, and the second face first in to the back right corner of the lift carriage, with a smear of blood trailing down to where his face is pushed in to the corner space... The dark lift is quiet again, with the pannel of buttons softly buzzing with their own little backlit light sources, the basement buttons illuminated in white and red at the bottom of the six story list of floors. Matt will hear guns being primed, heartbeats quickening, and quiet whispers of warnings from the troops down below, laying in wait, along with the quivering whimpers of the collective of scared children.
Matt Murdock	The elevator begins its slow descent once again. It groans in the darkness, the mechanisms not built for the kind of thrashing they are getting tonight. The little, backlit counter shows the floors as it descends one by one towards the basement. When the doors slide open, it's only the dim light of the basement that shows any detail of the man standing there. He doesn't wear red, but black. Military fatigues. A trauma bag slung over one shoulder. His head cocked oddly to the side. The medic? He seems to lurch forward, as though diving for cover, only for the truth to come a moment too late. He's not moving of his own accord, but rather his unconscious body is thrown forward. Behind him stands a smaller man in red, a look of righteous fury on his face. The billy club leaves his hand, clatters againsst the lighting fixutre, and yet another part of the rat's nest is plunged into darkness. He wastes no time moving. A handful of sedative-filled syringes pilfered from the medical kit are flung through the air, aimed at what little of the soldiers is exposed behind body armor. Piercing needles hissing out of the dark.
Barbara Gordon	As Matt descends down the lift, he'll feel his senses picking up on more specific details of the situation in the sub-basement. He'll start to garner the exact location of the heartbeats, the sound of the breathing, and even the cologne that some of the men in black are wearing for some reason. When the lift doors opened, and the Devil went to work, he'd found the soldiers thought they were ready for him. A light shined upon the body of the medic from the hallway ceiling, illuminating the otherwise dark interior of the building's access elevator. The men kneeling in doorways, were ready for the Devil to show his face. But there stood one of their own. Had the floors above truly been cleared as the guard had reported? Things rapidly went south for the soldiers, however, as the ceiling light went out, the man's body flung forward, and the resulting syringes found their marks within several of the armed men! It didn't stop them from opening fire on the lift where they had briefly seen the Devil reveal himself! Six doorways, each one having two men posted up in them, 12 in total with half of them taking a syringe of sleeping medication that would take some measure of minutes to truly take effect. The flashing of gun barrels filled the darkness, along with the sound of bullets tearing in to the dark! From the six rooms, children began to cry out in terror, some muffled and gagged, others openly shouting in to the darkness, and the madness unleashed upon the sub-basement of this boarded up warehouse building!
Matt Murdock	It's another narrow arena, but the Devil of Hell's Kitchen knows how to make the most of that. It's too narrow to fire guns sporadically without hitting each other, not that the soldiers don't try. He can smell the chemical smell of those sedated soldiers, knowing easily enough that he needn't concern himself with them. For the rest, he is a whirling frenzy of violence. He launches himself off the wall again, bringing his leg down on the nearest man where shoulder meets neck. His billy club strikes the concrete floor, rising upwards to catch another man violently in the jaw with the force of the ricochet. He doesn't take his time with them, and they aren't exactly helpless, either. More than once he is thrown bodily against one of the doors, or struck viciously with the butt of a gun. Unluckily for them, he's well-armored with both the custom-made costume he wears and his own sheer refusal to go down.
Barbara Gordon	The men closest to the lift were the ones hit by the syringes, and thus the first two go down in a haze of wobbly motions, followed by another three soon to be forced down to their knees, their guns becoming much heavier than they were seconds earlier. Those still standing, still unaffected by the aid of narcotics, are quick to engage with Daredevil's blur of motion! But with their men engaged in close quarters combat now, the ones aiming their guns hold their fire, electing to activate flashlights on the undersides of their gun barrels. A crazy light show ensues of white beams of lights scattering this way and that, as the fight begins to unfold! The Daredevil takes down two men quickly, before two more are ontop of him, attempting to pummel Matt through his armored suit! Using metal knuckles, and small knives they attempt to puncture through the armored suit, only to have their knees buckled by sharp kicks, or their jaws snapped to the side by devastating punches! the remaining men move in, more gunshots snapping off creating plumes of bursting drywall, with bullets tearing through the corridor and peppering the bricks inside the building's support pillars!