Maria Hill ~ Acting Director (shield_2ic) wrote in newalliance, @ 2013-11-10 16:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | daredevil, maria hill |
Who: Maria Hill and Daredevil (who is not Matt Murdock)
When: 11/9 (backdate), evening
Where: Abandoned warehouse, previously used as a smuggler's headquarters, NYC
What: Maria goes looking for the inevitable set of books for a smuggling operation. Too bad Matt Daredevil has the same idea.
Rating: Low
It took a remarkable amount of time - and not just because one had a broken jaw - but SHIELD got the gun smugglers to sing like canaries about what they were doing to who: they had taken SHIELD weapons and sold them to very bad people, and they would quite happily name names if that meant they got out of SHIELD's custody and into the official prison system, and with a few years knocked off for good measure.
Maria hadn't liked authorizing it, but they needed the information. Some of the interrogations had lead to additional members of the smuggling ring being rounded up and arrested, and she'd even let the NYPD take point on that angle, make themselves useful. It was mop-up work, digging out the last of the spreading rot. She was much more interested in the names of the buyers, and not just because those were very bad people who needed to be rounded up as well; she'd given the heads-up to Murdock, let him have access to whatever he needed for his appeal, because shockingly, his client's name wasn't one of those the smugglers were listing.
It was, however, inanely not enough. It was conceivable, however unlikely, that they were holding back names - out of loyalty, perhaps, or sheer stubborn dislike for cops. Confirming the intel was therefore a necessity.
Which was how she found herself in an empty warehouse, armed with a gun and a warrant she'd taken from the NYPD, looking in the places they might not think to - false backs to drawers, false fronts to innocuous books, all the files and folders where something might have gotten slipped. She barely noticed the shadows that started to stretch through the warehouse, only in that she needed to turn on lights and pull out a flashlight; mostly, there was just the tension in her sinuses as she surveyed the stacked boxes that they'd pulled weapons from. They hadn't been looking for information on the boxes themselves, or if all the dimensions matched perfectly.
She could have a team in here with her. Hell, she could have left it for the police; they would have been smart enough to look for spycraft. But the weapons had been from SHIELD, and so had (however briefly and begrudgingly) one of the members of the smuggling ring. This was hers to do. Even if it took all night.