Cracks in The Wall

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Hell's Kitchen, Manhattan.

Flashes of red and blue engulfed the landscape, barely cutting through the latest bout of increasingly heavy rain. Law enforcement vehicles swarmed the warehouse like moths to a flame, having received word of shots fired.

While the rain distorted the officers' sight, it allowed a certain scarlet-clad vigilante to see clearer than most days- Depending on how one might define the word.

The increasingly large droplets of water impacted every surface exposed to the sky, creating vibrations all throughout the air. For the officers, it drowned out his footsteps, but for him, it painted one of the clearest pictures he can perceive as a blind man.

From his perch atop a tower of storage containers, Daredevil took in his surroundings in perhaps greater detail than someone without impaired vision.

'Three squad cars, nine officers, two prisoner transports, and a sparsely filled evidence truck,' he counted mentally. His senses told him that the transports were filled to capacity, and the groans from their occupants told him that they'd been sitting for a while. The officers seemed to be running cleanup, meaning that they were about to leave, and based on the lacking amount of evidence collected, they didn't find much. Bad for their investigation, but perhaps an opportunity for the Devil of Hell's Kitchen.

Leaping from his perch to the roof, he carefully crept towards the shattered skylight, which was now allowing in a generous amount of rain after Spider-Woman and Nightwing's previous 'subtle' entrance.

Using his radar sense to ensure there was no one nearby, he jumped through the skylight and landed on the upper deck, careful to avoid the sharp edges of the broken glass.

Once inside, he sensed three people in the building, two officers and a CSI. It seemed the former were helping the latter gather his supplies as he murmured about the rain washing away a lot of potential evidence.

Ignoring the distraught CSI, Daredevil analyzed the interior of the building, taking note that the trucks with the machine and the research were no longer present in the warehouse, nor with the police, meaning that Bullseye probably got away with most of it.

'Disappointing, but not necessarily the end of this place's usefulness. There may still be something everyone overlooked,' he reasoned mentally, his focus being drawn to the office area.

The door was still open, meaning that the police had definitely searched the area, which he had anticipated. He knew factually that if there was anything important in there, someone would have taken it, be it Spider-Woman, Bullseye, or the police, but if he was in fact dealing with who he believed was behind this, then any important information would have been hidden from those in his employ, as well as beyond the means of most people's searching abilities.

Fortunately, Daredevil wasn't most people.

Silently swinging off of the upper deck, he stealthily descended towards the office with a show of acrobatics that could give Spider-Man a run for his money.

He carefully padded into the small room, using his radar sense to map it out. One advantage of Matt's senses was that he could quickly take in his surroundings and find things not immediately apparent to the average person. For instance, the forgotten scrap of gauze which had found its way between a shelf and a filing cabinet, or the cigarette butt lazily thrown behind the trash can, or the key hidden on the underside of a drawer that was meant to unlock the secret compartment in the wall.

'Always with the faux walls,' Daredevil mused, shaking his head as he unlocked the fake panel.

He was greeted with a flash drive and several files and pictures. It was times like this he lamented his loss of vision, because for all that he could do with his enhanced senses, he couldn't do something as simple as read words off a page or interpret a picture placed right in front of him. His lamentations also reminded him that Spider-Woman texted him pictures of the other evidence… which he could not see.