A listening device?
Since when did S.H.I.E.L.D. resort to this sort of thing?
John picked one up and examined it.
Did Natasha plant it?
That girl wouldn't give me a moment's peace even after she left.
He crushed the listening device between his fingers and glanced at the sky, which had brightened only to begin darkening again.
"Another day gone, just like that."
He wasn't tired. Or rather, he had far too much energy.
Sweeping the shattered listening device into the trash, John considered what to do today.
Honestly, spending half a month drinking tea seemed a little too mundane.
"Forget it. I'll go see Matt."
There was still someone in Hell's Kitchen he hadn't dealt with, and John decided to go see how he could get rid of him.
His driver was on leave, so John had to make his own way there.
Hell's Kitchen wasn't so bad that no one dared venture there in daylight.
After getting into a taxi, John spotted the car following him again.
"These people really won't leave me alone."
The taxi drove to Hell's Kitchen and stopped.
John shut the door, but instead of heading straight up to Matt's law office, he approached the car that had stopped behind him and tapped on its window.
The window rolled down, revealing Ray's embarrassed face.
"If you've really got nothing to do, why not look into Fisk?"
John smiled. "Consider that a tip from me."
"Fisk?" Ray froze, only to see that John had already turned and walked into the Nelson and Murdock Law Office.
After a moment's hesitation, Ray decided he needed to look into the man John had mentioned.
Beside him, Dax wore a somber expression, madness and reason locked in a constant struggle in his eyes.
John didn't mind the FBI following