Back at the ruined basement, Rory pulled out his phone, wiped off the dust, and called Wilson Fisk.
"Send some people to clean up the bodies, and give the police a heads-up too."
After all, this was Hell's Kitchen. Gunfights weren't exactly rare. The cops were so deep in Fisk's pocket they barely remembered what sirens were for. Late response? No response? Totally normal.
Fifteen minutes later, a few vans screeched to a halt.
Body after body was loaded up. Weapons were collected separately. The team even cleaned up the blood. Real professional.
"Hey! Somebody put my damn door back on!"
Rory barked. Wesley, who had tagged along, quickly called a repair crew.
Half an hour later, the place was finally cleaned up.
"They were after me," Frank said calmly. "I owe you one. At least your lab's still intact."
Rory shot him a death glare.
"Intact? They blew the damn door off! You call that fine?"
He turned to David.
"Find out who sent them. I'm going to rip his ugly little head off, pickle it in formaldehyde, and use it as décor."
Then, turning back to Frank:
"And as for you, we'll settle this debt later."
Most of this mess was Frank's fault. If not for him, these people wouldn't have found Rory in the first place.
David chimed in,
"To trace the attackers, I'll need to access the secure equipment back at my safehouse."
"Fine. Let's go. But I've got stuff to pack."
Rory returned to his lab, stashed his samples and notes securely, then left with Frank, heading for David's hidden base of operations.
This safehouse was where David had been hiding since faking his death, secretly monitoring the outside world and his family.
Rory placed his secure case into the only metal cabinet in sight and locked it with a key David reluctantly handed over.
"David, find me those bastards. Now."
Even though Rory technically wasn't the target, having someone kick in your door and shoot up your house required... a strong response. No way he was letting this go.
He didn't gain all this power just to keep lying low. Someone messed with him. Now it was time to return the favor.
David tapped away on his keyboard, muttering,
"This traces back to Frank's last operation. The Orange Agent is the real puppet master behind it. One of his top guys, Bennett, definitely knows where to find him. If I can get a signal into Bennett's phone, we can track the Orange Agent's location."
Rory scoffed,
"Forget all that. I don't believe there's a mouth out there tougher than a broken leg."
David frowned,
"It's too risky. My family's safety, "
Rory glanced at Frank. Frank nodded. No need to say it, they were going to pay Bennett a visit.
Meanwhile, Rory casually grabbed David's phone and dialed a familiar number.
Ring... Ring... Ring...
"Kingpin? It's Rory. I need weapons. Delivery address is, "
He paused, then shoved the phone at David.
David hesitated, but one look at Rory's eyes, and he gave an address, a drop point one kilometer from the safehouse, not the actual location.
After hanging up, Rory pointed at David's screen:
"And that group from earlier, what's their deal? A private security firm?"
David searched and quickly pulled up info.
"An overseas arms contractor. Black-ops types."
Either military backgrounds or deep government connections. Rory didn't care which.
David located Bennett. Frank immediately began planning the op like the seasoned tactician he was.
Once the plan was set, the trio headed to the pickup site to grab the weapons.
The shipment arrived in two trucks. The drivers didn't say a word. One left the truck and drove off in the other.
Frank opened the crates.
Russian gear. Not his favorite, but it would do.
"David, drive. Let's go."
On the road, Rory suited up.
Bulletproof vest, tactical rig, rifle, sidearm, comms headset, five spare mags, grenades, smoke bombs, flashbangs...
Basically, a walking armory.
Frank gave him a look.
"We're just grabbing one guy. Isn't this a bit much?"
"You wouldn't understand."
They arrived outside Bennett's residence. David deployed a drone to scout.
"Two guards each at front and back. Nearest police station is 2.1 kilometers away. Try to finish within twenty minutes."
"Copy that. You stay in the car. Wait for my signal."
Frank and Rory slipped out.
Frank pointed to a patch of trees.
"I'll circle through the woods. You wait by the stairwell. If the two guards from the back door show up, drop them."
Rory didn't know whether the original timeline was still intact, but better safe than sorry.
Frank moved in silently and efficiently, a quick knife slash each, and the front guards were down.
Inside, as they climbed the stairs, strange noises echoed from the second floor.
They weren't womanly noises. These were coming from a man.
Rory shivered.
Frank signaled. Rory nodded and ducked into position near the stairwell corner.
CRASH!
Frank kicked the door open.
"He's here! He's right here!!"
Clattering and yelling followed.
Two rear guards charged in, just as planned.
Rory whipped around the corner,
BRRRRRRRT!
Full auto fire lit up the stairwell. The guards dropped in a bloodied heap, tumbling down the stairs.
"YEEEAH!"
Rory swapped mags, high on adrenaline.
Frank emerged with a bound and gagged Bennett. In his mouth was an orange ball gag.
"A freaky toad with a frog kink," Rory muttered.
David's voice came through the earpiece:
"Four armed hostiles closing in. ETA thirty seconds."
Footsteps echoed up the stairs.
Frank checked his watch:
"Thirteen minutes left before extraction. Let's wrap this up, fast."
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