MADE

Part II

By Wesley Overhults

Outside The Home of Matt Murdock, Earth-1313

Nico Minoru let out a low groan as she opened her eyes. Her head felt like it had been hit by a truck and she blinked involuntarily as someone shone a light into her eyes.

“Can you tell us your name?” asked a stranger’s voice.

Nico’s eyes instinctively followed the light as the EMT moved it back and forth but she blinked again and turned away from it. She tried to remember what had happened but everything was hazy.

“The others,” she mumbled, realizing that she was alone. “Johnny.”

“Ma’am, we need to make sure you’re okay,” said the EMT.

“COME AS YOU ARE.” Her voice was less authoritative than usual but she hoped the spell did what she intended it to. She looked around, expecting her teleportation spell to bring the rest of her teammates directly to her. No one arrived.

“Who are you talking to?” inquired the doctor.

“That should’ve worked,” said Nico groggily, trying to get back to her feet and then almost falling down. “Why the hell didn’t that work?”

Wasp was the first one up, but only by a few seconds. Husk wasn’t far behind but all of them woke up once they felt something inside their heads. It was like someone was screaming at them to go somewhere and the voice sounded like Nico’s.

“That better be Will,” said Wasp, hastily slipping on her uniform, “and you better not open that door yet, Paige.”

“We’re almost ready,” said Husk to Sandman after cracking the door open to confirm that their teammates were already ready to go. “Guess ya’ll heard it too.”

“Yeah,” confirmed Sandman. “Something went down last night at Murdock’s place and it’s on all the local news channels. I told that idiot Johnny to wait but I guess it’s a good thing he didn’t. Maybe he knows who blew up the place.”

“Assuming he survived,” commented Goblin.

“Won’t figure it out standin’ ‘round here,” said Husk.

“We’re not all going,” decided Sandman, finally seeing that Wasp was ready for action. “Kate, you go to the others. We’ve got business with Tombstone. I’m through screwing around with these people. We’re getting some answers one way or the other.”

Wasp nodded silently before opening the window and zipping through it into the early morning sky. Whatever spell Sister Grimm had used, it gave Wasp a location. Thanks to that spell, Kate could follow the route to that location in her sleep if she had to. Luckily, she knew that area of the city very well, having lived close to it when she was a child.

“Someone should go with her,” said Goblin. “If Daredevil and Sister Grimm encountered whoever blew up Murdock’s house, that someone could be lying in wait for more of us to show up.”

“Kate’s a big girl,” countered Sandman, leading the way down the hall. “We know where Tombstone does his business. We’re starting there and we’re not stopping until we find him and get what we want.”

“Must be losing my touch,” said Sister Grimm as she saw Wasp descend from the sky. “That was supposed to be a teleportation spell.”

“I’m surprised they didn’t haul you into a hospital,” replied Wasp. “Where’s Johnny?”

Again, Nico’s memory of the night before was incredibly jumbled. She remembered going into the house and then there was an explosion. After that, everything went dark. She looked like she was about to lose consciousness again at any moment. She teetered on her feet and Wasp shot out her arm to help steady her.

“I dunno,” admitted Nico. “He and I got out of the house before it blew up but . . . I don’t know.”

“Can’t get rid of me that easily.” Daredevil staggered into view, his body battered and bloody from the fight with Blood Rose. Nico’s spell dragged him back to consciousness and he did his best to comply with its demands. It wasn’t easy given that every muscle in his body screamed at him to stop moving.

“Everybody back up,” ordered Sister Grimm, moving forward to catch Daredevil as he fell. “Rough night, cowboy?”

“I’m good at bouncing back,” he joked in response. “You wanna gimme a hand here?”

“You sure you can do it?” inquired Wasp. “That first spell didn’t go as planned.”

“I got it,” assured Sister Grimm, placing one hand on her chest and the other on Daredevil. “SYMPATHY FOR THE DEVIL!”

The spell worked correctly this time, healing both of them of any wounds they had received. Daredevil stood up and flexed his newly mended muscles. He noticed that the medical personnel surrounding them gave them plenty of space. They acted like they never saw his costume before. That meant there wasn’t a Daredevil in this world, which meant that Murdock’s life had taken a different turn.

“Did the police find a body?” asked Daredevil, looking to the medics. “Did they find a body inside the Murdock place?”

“Cops said they found one but it’s too early to tell who it belongs to,” said one of them.

“There was a man outside the house after it exploded,” explained Daredevil. “He calls himself Blood Rose.”

“The others are checking out Tombstone,” informed Wasp.

“Good,” replied Daredevil. “We’re going after the guy who tried to kill me.”

Ever since he was a boy living on the streets, Tombstone was always a part of the game. Everyone who lived by the code of the streets knew the game, knew how to play it and knew that it could either be your best friend or your worst enemy. The dealers on the corners peddling their meager stock knew the game. The pimps and their stables of human merchandise knew the game. Everyone who played the streets from thug to pimp to dealer to don knew the game and knew how to play it. That was back when he was just Lonnie Lincoln though. Since he became Tombstone, he learned that the game had changed. Superhumans were popping up with more frequency these days, most of them donning colorful costumes and working either with the law or against it. They were changing the game but some rules still held fast. The biggest rule of all was that if you go against a bigger fish then you better have the balls to back up your bragging. Everyone in the game knew that the Kingpin was the biggest fish in the pond that was New York’s underworld.

“You have that ribbon-cutting ceremony in a few hours, sir,” informed his secretary. “They couldn’t push it back as you requested. I was very persistent but they wouldn’t budge.”

“That’s quite alright, Mary,” assured Tombstone, managing what would’ve been a warm smile on the face of a normal man. “I expect my special meeting to conclude before that.”

Mary, used to Tombstone’s chalk-white skin and deathly demeanor, simply smiled and nodded in return before putting some papers on his desk. Mary was a former working girl that Tombstone discovered on the streets back when he was a low-level gang leader. He took her in when he ascended to a higher status and she proved herself a woman of many useful talents aside from the obvious. The two of them shared a very close relationship though they kept their interaction professional while on the job.

Tombstone looked at the papers with little interest before picking up his pen and signing where appropriate. Had he the ability to do so, he would be sweating at this moment. All the pieces of his carefully crafted puzzle were starting to fall into place. This was just the moment that it could all fall apart.

“Mary, I’d like you to stay for a few moments,” he told his secretary. “I may require some of your special services.”

“Of course,” complied Mary.

Tombstone counted the seconds in his head and began mentally preparing himself. The other party in this little “meeting” was off his calculations by two seconds. Still, Tombstone didn’t expect them to be prompt. Their kind was never prompt. He gritted his teeth as his very expensive office door flew off its hinges and three members of the Exiles entered his office. Their kind was never courteous or appreciative of the finer things in life.

“Tombstone,” said Sandman, cracking his knuckles and striding purposefully towards the crime boss. “You and I are going to have a little chat.”

“Mary, please see the gentleman and his friends out,” ordered Tombstone.

Sandman looked at Mary and it took him only a few seconds to place her face. Her hair was a different color and a different length. Her eyes didn’t have quite the same spark of madness he remembered them having but she was no less dangerous.

“Typhoid,” realized Sandman only a moment before Mary employed her telekinetic powers. His body exploded into a shower of sand, the grains flying in all directions. Husk quickly sprang into action, advancing on Mary. The secretary turned and cast her gaze at Paige. The Exile’s body suddenly erupted into flames thanks to Mary’s pyrokinesis. However, the results of the attack were much less than what she desired.

“Didn’t see that one comin’, did ya?” asked Husk, her costume and her skin burnt completely off her body to reveal the steel underneath. Mary stood there stunned and it gave Paige the opening she needed. It only took one punch to take out Tombstone’s assistant.

“I’ve been waiting for a good fight,” admitted Tombstone, calmly stepping out from behind his desk and rolling up the sleeves of his suit. “At least you won’t get any blood on this suit. It’s very expensive.”

“Only blood that’s gonna be on it is yers,” promised Husk. “We came here fer one thing. Who’s the Kingpin?”

The only answer she received was Tombstone’s rock-like fist in her face. No sooner had she hit the floor than Tombstone felt a trio of pumpkin bombs explode against his chest and throw him backwards over his desk. As he got back to his feet, he saw a swirling sandstorm appear in front of him as Sandman pulled himself back together.

“I’d answer the lady’s question if I were you, Lincoln,” admonished the unofficial Exiles leader, cracking Tombstone across the jaw with a hammer of hardened sand. “We just wanna know who the Kingpin is. Give us that and we’re out of your hair or what little there is of it.”

“What makes you think I know?” inquired Tombstone, slowly getting up from the blow and rubbing his jaw.

“You’re his biggest competition,” said Sandman, grabbing Tombstone by the collar and slamming him against a wall.

“You’re the biggest idiot on the planet,” retorted Tombstone after laughing at Sandman’s statement. He looked past the Exiles and saw his backup enter the room. “You really think I’m the Kingpin’s competition? He’s the one who helped me get where I am today.”

“Morning, kids,” said Hammerhead as he, Rhino, and the Constrictor stood to face the Exiles. “You’ve been stickin’ yer nose in our boss’s business and we’re here ta stop ya. We call ourselves the Enforcers.”

“Great, like we didn’t have enough problems already,” muttered Sandman before unceremoniously dropping Tombstone and taking a run at the Enforcers. “I got O’Hirn, you guys handle the others.” He made his body as tough as he could and his charge managed to take Rhino off his feet and into the hallway beyond the office door.

“You good, Paige?” asked Goblin, shooting into the air to avoid the Constrictor’s coils.

“Peachy,” retorted Husk sarcastically, grabbing one of the electrically-charged cables and yanking Constrictor into her fist. “You get the one in the bad suit.”

“Oh joy,” commented Goblin, sparkle beams flying from his fingertips at Hammerhead.

He knew the crook from his own world and had fought him enough times to realize what his main form of attack was. As long as he stayed in the air, Harry would be safe from anything the chrome-headed criminal could dish out. Of course that was assuming he didn’t have a gun with him, an assumption that proved incorrect as Hammerhead pulled out a firearm and aimed it at Goblin.

“I’m not gonna make it that easy fer ya, kid,” he warned before firing at Goblin.

“When do any of you ever do that?”

The question barely rose over the crack of the gun. Goblin swooped low to avoid the bullets but that put him right in Hammerhead’s line of sight. The leader of the Enforcers lowered his head and ran towards Goblin. He rammed Harry in the chest with his steel-plated skull, throwing him through the air. The Goblin formula in his system saved Harry’s ribs from shattering on contact but Hammerhead charged towards him again. Goblin took the charge in the chest, setting his feet and praying his super strength would do the rest of the work. He hooked his arms around Hammerhead’s chest and unceremoniously picked up the thug, slinging him into one of the office’s walls.

“Thought I was back home watchin’ tha boys watch pro wrestling,” commented Husk.

“Pays to have some Goblin muscles,” remarked Goblin. He didn’t have further time to gloat. Tombstone’s fist in his face took care of that.

“He knew at least some of you would come,” said Tombstone as Husk rushed him.

Husk never got the opportunity to lay a finger on him. Constrictor’s coils lived up to his name, snaking around her throat and her ribcage. The crushing grip of the metal cables didn’t hurt Paige since she was in a very durable form. Unfortunately, the electricity emitted from the coils didn’t do her steel body any favors.

“I’m almost tempted to let you go and take out Kingpin for me,” admitted Tombstone while he watched Constrictor shock Husk into submission. “However, I’ve already paid someone a very large sum of money to take care of that for me.”

Sandman always liked Rhino, at least when they were both on the same side of the line. Will always saw Rhino as something of a kindred spirit. Both of them came from roughly the same blue-collar background and neither of them had any real grand inspirations for their villainy. They were just working stiffs trying to make some money the only way they knew how. Things had changed for Will Baker though. He had cleaned himself up and part of that was realizing that most of his old “friends” weren’t worth keeping.

“Things must not’ve changed that much, O’Hirn,” said Sandman after tackling Rhino through the opposite wall of the hallway. “You’re still a tough bastard.”

“I don’t even know who tha hell you are,” replied Rhino after picking himself out of the hole in the wall.

A stream of hardened sand hit him full in the face and never let up for a second. Sandman knew he had to stay on Rhino if he wanted to put the big lummox down. O’Hirn’s hide didn’t give him many options for breathing. Baker knew that choking out his larger, stronger foe was the only hope he had for ending the fight quickly.

“I’m just the Sandman come to put you to sleep, pal,” promised Sandman, forcing the stream of sand to mold itself over Rhino’s mouth and nose.

To his credit, Rhino wasn’t the idiot Sandman pegged him as. His massive arms shot out and slammed into a water cooler, splashing its contents on Sandman’s body and causing him to recoil. Whether it was part of Rhino’s plan or just dumb luck, the attack caused Sandman to release his hold and allowed Rhino to catch a much needed breath of air.

“Gonna take more than that ta stop tha Rhino, ‘pal’,” warned Rhino, gasping for air before lowering his head and warming up for a charge. “Once I start going, I don’t stop.”

“Don’t I know it,” grumbled Sandman, backing himself into a better position. Rhino’s fatal flaw was his stupidity and Sandman was going to exploit it to his full advantage. “Come get some if you’ve got the balls.”

Rhino reacted predictably and charged Sandman. Baker’s body exploded into sand on impact but, true to his word, Rhino didn’t stop. He barreled through the door to the stairwell and stumbled down said stairs even as the particles of sand began to congeal all around him. By the time Rhino hit the landing of the stairs, Sandman had wrapped his entire body around him, making sure his mouth and nose were once again covered.

“This is definitely a first for me but you are a special case,” admitted a voice that made the non-existent blood in Sandman’s body run cold. He felt something break apart against his body and that something had water in it.

“Oh you’ve got to be freakin’ kidding me,” said Sandman, realizing that Bullseye was hitting him with water balloons. “The Kingpin hired you too, Lester?”

“Nobody calls me that name and keeps breathing,” said Bullseye after using the last of his special arsenal and realizing Sandman wasn’t down yet. He smashed open the glass on a nearby panel and yanked out the fire hose hidden behind it.

Sandman turned to his new threat after choking Rhino into unconsciousness. His sloppy, muck-like body barely responded to his command as he contorted it around the stream of water threatening to put him out of action. He hardened the front end of his body and hit Bullseye in the chest, knocking the wind out of him and probably cracking a few of his ribs.

“I don’t have time to play around with you,” said Sandman, stretching his hand up the stairs and grabbing onto the wall of the doorway he and Rhino had smashed through. Baker hauled himself back to the hallway and saw what was going on in Tombstone’s office. Goblin and Husk were in trouble.

“I told him you people were nothing to be scared of,” stated Tombstone, poised to deliver a possibly fatal blow to Paige’s steel skull. “It’s further proof why I’m the one who should run this city.”

“We don’t die so easily,” promised Sandman, compacting the lower part of his body and then expanding it in an explosion that propelled him through the doorway and into Tombstone.

“I got him,” promised Constrictor, launching his coils at Sandman.

“You got nothing,” retorted Sandman, a duo of sandstone spikes shooting from his back and spearing Constrictor in the gauntlets that housed his coils. The cables went limp before they ever got the chance to touch Sandman.

“He got a lucky shot,” commented Goblin, setting his jaw back in place so it could heal properly.

“We’re through here,” stated Sandman. “Best thing to do is find the others, make sure they haven’t gotten the same wonderful welcome we did.”

“We’re back ta square one then,” realized Husk. “Unless . . .” She brushed past Sandman and half-collapsed into the chair behind Tombstone’s desk. She looked at the computer and hoped it wasn’t damaged.

“Understood,” said Sandman, turning his attention to realize that Tombstone wasn’t down yet. “Make it quick.” He morphed his body into a box around Tombstone and hardened it as much as he could. He knew Lincoln’s condition meant he didn’t have to breathe so he couldn’t suffocate him.

“Ah’m tryin’,” said Husk as she booted up the computer and began poking through its files. “Just gotta burn through some o’ these security measures. Just pray he ain’t smart enough ta scrub this thing all tha time.”

“You’re not making it quick,” said Sandman through gritted teeth, his head poking from the box that was his body as Tombstone pounded on it mercilessly.

“‘Bout ta get something,” said Husk.

With a nice inside line, Paige knew she could finally get some answers as to who the Kingpin was. If Tombstone was one of the Kingpin’s right-hand men, he would’ve kept in contact with the crime lord. All she had to do was trace that communication back to its source and work her way past whatever encryption she knew would await her at the other end. Unfortunately, she didn’t have time for that. She let out a yelp of surprise as a stream of bullets from Hammerhead’s gun punctured the computer. She tried to work around it but it was no use. The screen went dark as the machine sputtered and ceased to function.

“Pull out,” ordered Sandman once Tombstone finally broke through his body and he reformed it. “Full retreat.”

Goblin fired a sparkle blast at Hammerhead that stunned him into unconsciousness. He set off some gas-filled pumpkin bombs and the three Exiles let the green mist cover their escape. With Sandman leading the charge, they crashed through the huge window of Tombstone’s office. Goblin stayed in the air and grabbed Husk to stop her from making a crater on the pavement below. Sandman hit the street and exploded in a wave of sand that reformed itself on impact.

“Please tell me you got something,” said Sandman, looking to Husk.

“Whoever tha Kingpin is, he or she works outta tha mayor’s office,” replied Husk.

“Fisk was our best bet all along then,” muttered Sandman. “If I ever see Gallo again, I’m gonna punch him in the face for being right.”

“Looks like that locator spell did the trick,” said Wasp after zipping through a hole in the broken window of the warehouse and returning to normal size. “A guy wearing the costume you described is definitely in there. Guess this is where he hangs his hat when he’s not out blowing things up and shooting at people.”

“I do good work when I’m not suffering from post-concussion syndrome,” replied Sister Grimm.

“We’re going to have to do this carefully,” decided Wasp. “That guy’s got a lot of firepower in there and if we’re not careful . . .”

“Should’ve thought of that before he tried to kill me,” interrupted Daredevil, leaping and crashing through the broken window.

“Or we could just yell ‘Charge!’ and smash down his door,” decided Wasp. “You’re going to have to talk to him about that, Nico.”

“Like he’ll listen to me,” replied Sister Grimm as both girls moved to back up their teammate. “BURNIN’ DOWN THE HOUSE!”

The door to the rundown warehouse spontaneously combusted and melted before instantly cooling off to let Wasp and Sister Grimm inside. Wasp was the first through the opening and she let a sting blast fly from her fingertips, knocking the gun out of Blood Rose’s hand before he could fire at Daredevil.

“You brought friends,” realized Blood Rose, his hand moving to the workbench he was standing in front of before the intrusion. “You also seem to have me at a distinct disadvantage.”

“Turnabout and all that,” said Daredevil, launching a d-disc at Blood Rose’s hand to keep him from grabbing a weapon off of the table. “It’s been a long time since I was left for dead like that. You should see what I did to the last guy.”

“If we could stop with all the guns and the explosions for two seconds,” suggested Sister Grimm, stepping towards Blood Rose with her hands exposed to show she was unarmed, “I’m sure we can work this out.”

“There’s nothing to work out,” said Blood Rose. “I’ve been doing my own investigation into the Kingpin’s identity. Whoever it is, the Kingpin has a heavy line into the mayor’s office. I was at Murdock’s place last night doing some digging. Apparently, I was getting too close.”

“So was Murdock,” said Wasp.

“Or at least someone wants us to think that,” countered Sister Grimm. “I think we all want the same thing here. Can we agree not to shoot each other and work together?”

“The Kingpin is mine,” stated Blood Rose. “I don’t know who you people are but I’ve been fighting this war for a long time, longer than you. I’ve wanted him from the start and nothing’s going to stop me.”

“Why’s that?” asked Daredevil.

“Because I have a suspicion he’s my father,” replied Blood Rose, taking off the mask to reveal the face underneath. “My name is Richard Fisk. I believe you can guess whose son that makes me.”

“You do impressive work.”

Bullseye looked up from the mangled corpse that was his latest victim. At one time, the corpse’s name was Hammerhead but now he was nothing more than a rapidly cooling body. Human beings weren’t human to Bullseye. They were just targets, things to provide him with entertainment or monetary gain.

“You get what you pay for,” replied Bullseye simply, turning his attention to Tombstone. “I had an interesting chat with him before he died.”

“You know who the Kingpin is?” inquired Tombstone. Even he didn’t know the Kingpin’s true identity and he had been with the organization for a decent amount of time. The only thing he knew about the Kingpin was that it was a man and a very powerful one at that.

“I’ll take care of him tonight,” promised Bullseye, “I have a feeling I’ll be spending the rest of the day indoors.”

“The police will look the other way,” stated Tombstone. “Kingpin has his fingers on the pulse of this city and his men are everywhere. When you kill him, I’ll be the one assuming the throne. Once I’m in power, you’ll be welcomed into the fold with open arms if you want.”

“I’ll be taking a vacation,” decided Bullseye with a grin, pulling his sai dagger out of Hammerhead’s chest and wiping the blood from its blade on the carpet. “You might want to check out all the Kingpin’s assets after they become yours. You never know what might go missing.”

“You plan on stealing from me?” inquired Tombstone. “I’m paying you enough already. Don’t forget, Bullseye, you can’t kill a man who’s already dead.”

“Fun to try,” replied Bullseye before taking his leave, his work complete for the moment and his murderous urges sated. The police would be here soon to check on the disturbance the Exiles had created. He wanted another shot at them before he completed his contract. They had embarrassed him and he wasn’t going to stop until he had killed all of them.

Tombstone waited until Bullseye was well out of earshot before turning to his secretary. He didn’t trust the hired assassin and he didn’t plan on making space for such a loose cannon in his new organization.

“I want him followed and I want you there when he confronts the Kingpin,” he told her. “Make sure he gets the job done and make sure he doesn’t live long enough to collect a dime.”

“Of course, sir,” agreed Mary, grinning at the chance to kill the greatest killer who ever lived.

Tombstone looked at the destruction the fight had caused. Inside, he seethed with rage towards the Kingpin. Lonnie Lincoln never grew up with a father. He grew up an angry, bitter young man lashing out at the world. When he was approached by members of the Kingpin’s organization after his transformation, Tombstone thought he had finally found a father in the Kingpin. As it turned out, Tombstone didn’t even know who the Kingpin really was. His only contact with the man was through phone conversations, emails, and the occasional meeting with his other top subordinates. Tombstone was middle-management at best and he could tell the Kingpin didn’t have any faith in his abilities. This lack of trust angered Tombstone to no end and it was this anger that drove him to concoct his plan. The Kingpin valued his privacy too much and this lack of faith from his surrogate father made Tombstone’s non-existent blood boil with rage. After tonight, the Kingpin’s true identity wouldn’t matter because the Kingpin would be dead and he would be the one in control.

Sandman looked at the rest of his team gathered in one of their hotel rooms. They managed to regroup after their separate fiascos and decided it would be best to plan their next move and wait until nightfall to execute it. The news reports coming out of the bombing indicated that the body recovered from the scene was Matt Murdock’s. He wasn’t completely sure he bought that and he knew there were others on his team that thought the same thing.

“Good thing ya brought ‘long this stuff,” said Husk, sitting in front of the laptop that Blood Rose had brought with him at the behest of the Exiles. “This is damn sure better than some lousy cyber cafe.”

“Have you confirmed the Kingpin’s identity?” inquired Blood Rose, looking over her shoulder as she continued typing.

“Looks like it’s yer dad,” confirmed Husk. “Finally got a chance ta look at tha Kingpin’s books. They line right up with yer dad’s.”

“How’d you learn how to do all this stuff?” asked Daredevil, keeping one eye on Paige’s work and the other on Blood Rose.

“Mah uncle ran an electronics store in tha big city,” explained Husk. “Used ta spend summers with him learnin’ how ta fool with this junk. When Ah got ta Massachusetts, Miss Frost put me on tha fast track fer a computer science degree. What, ya thought Ah was just some dumb, hick blond?”

“Kinda,” he admitted.

“Yer terrible, Johnny,” she declared with a sigh. “Not much more Ah can do now.”

“We need to go over what we’re going to do,” stated Sandman. “I’m not walking in there without a plan.”

“Pretty simple,” replied Daredevil. “We break into Gracie Mansion, confront Fisk, and take him out just like the Tallus said.”

“That’s a very loaded phrase,” commented Goblin. “The Tallus wasn’t specific on what that meant. Then again, it seems like it’s never specific on anything.”

“If my father is the Kingpin then I want nothing short of his blood,” said Blood Rose, the iron determination in his voice letting everyone know his intentions. “You people agreed to help me with that.”

“We agreed to help you bring the Kingpin down,” corrected Sandman. “I don’t think any of us wanna kill this guy. We just want to complete the mission and move on.”

“And if killing him is what it takes?” inquired Blood Rose, glaring at the Exiles’ leader.

“Mah daddy always said that ya cross yer bridges in yer own time,” said Husk. “Maybe now’s tha time we hafta cross this one.”

“If we kill a bad guy then what does that make us?” asked Wasp.

“The Punisher,” cracked Sister Grimm, “but he’s an asshole and crazy. I don’t want to be either of those things.”

“Paige is right,” decided Sandman. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. For now, let’s just work on getting inside. Their security may not be able to deal with us but that doesn’t mean we just waltz in there. Everybody get ready. We’re moving out as soon as the sun goes down and it gets dark.”

Next Issue: The Kingpin’s true identity is revealed as “Made” concludes.