Arson

Chapter Twenty-Three

Author's note:This chapter might run on for a little bit, but I wanted to develop the character's relationships ^^

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Alexandria's P.O.V

"There's nothin' in this world I hate more than a bomb." Frank snarled, watching the chaos on the big screen tv we had. "Cowards. Thinkin' they can take the city by force and fear."

Matt slid his glasses up his nose, and straightened the dapper dress shirt he was wearing. We all knew his identity...there was no point in hiding behind a mask anymore. Plus, I think he got tired of it.

"I should have been there," Daredevil started. "I could have at least saved a few of them."

"You couldn't have known-"

"Yes. I could've smelt the gunpowder...hear the calm heartbeat of the bomber."

"Wouldn't be as simple as that, Red. Through the adrenaline and such, the bomber might've had the same frantic heart." Frank shook his head, leaning in to look at the tv.

"Or," Micro piped up, but didn't look from his worktable. Lieberman, always tinkering with his little gadgets. "They weren't there at all. It was probably mailed in, to avoid suspicion...to draw someone out. Someone that's..."

"Betrayed them." I finished his sentence. "Or, someone that's in their way."

"So...who is it?" Matt asked.

"My guess, probably the Senator. Draw 'em out, get their opinions and ideals out there for the world to see." Frank answered.

"...Wow, that's the most civil conversation I've seen you two have." I giggled lightly, catching the two's stone cold glares. "N-Nevermind. Well, where do we start?"

"Wait a few days, I guess." Micro blew a stream of quick air on a dusty computer chip.

"We can't do that. The bomber is still out there, and NEEDS to be put down."

"Frank." Daredevil hissed.

"What's your problem with me now?" He snarled back.

"You know exactly what it is. I know your philosophy with criminals-"

"Not JUST criminals. Bombers especially. I hate bombers more than any other lowlife." He crossed his arms, and leaned on the table holding the monitors.

"Well either way, they're still human. Just because you kill one murderer, doesn't mean the number of them go down, Frank..."

He looked Matt in the eyes, piercing the red lenses with no remorse.

"And that's why I don't stop at one."

Murdock let out a sigh.

"Castle, please. Just once, do this by the book. Let me take them in, they'll suffer either way."

Frank dropped his head...and did something I never thought would be possible. He caved into Daredevil's demands.

"Fine. I'll let you have this one."

"Thank you-"

"Don't. I haven't done anythin' worth your thanks, Red. Just get the job done."

The Punisher rose to a level stance, the sound of his footsteps becoming hollow and empty.

Ironically, Daredevil was the Angel in this situation...a calm, level voice and consciousness.