Run it again, FRIDAY. What do we actually have?

Compiling. Nineteen confirmed sightings over a six-week period. Thirty-one witness statements. Approximately four hours of fragmented CCTV footage. No matches in facial recognition, gait analysis, voice database, or any agency biometric records.

We know the pattern. They’re not a professional. They don’t clear their scenes. They leave the criminals for NYPD with zip ties and printed evidence packets. And they don’t speak on camera.

leaning back, arms crossed So we’ve got someone who’s obviously trained, obviously local, and hasn’t made a single mistake we can use. That’s not “not a professional.” That’s better than a professional.

Or they’re just new enough to be lucky. Statistically, someone gets lucky for a few weeks.

Luck doesn’t account for never showing up on a single clear frame. You know what that takes?

rubs his jaw Could be multiple people. Shared costume, hand-offs between sectors. That would explain the inconsistent physique in some reports.

Didn’t we send a drone to trace one of their rooftop runs?

Drone A-7 was redirected by a false police dispatch to the Hudson waterfront. The signal was traced to a burner phone left at 11th and 34th. No prints.

So they’re not just good at punching. They’re good at digital counter-measures.

Or we’re overthinking it. Maybe they’re just…someone who keeps to the shadows and doesn’t want to be found.

quieter We don’t normally chase people who are helping. Why is this a priority again?

Because unaffiliated vigilantes with no powered oversight cause damage. Because the Mayor’s office is up my ass. Because whoever this is moves like they trained for it, and I don’t like unknown trained people operating in my city.

It’s not just—our city. They’re putting themselves in danger every night. If they get caught, they become a liability for everyone in this room.

fidgeting with a tablet I mean, have we considered just…asking to meet? Like, on a rooftop? That’s how these things usually go, right? You put up a signal and—

Shut it, kid. That’s not a plan.

It’s not not a plan. Hell, it’s better than staring at the same grainy screenshots for another hour.

Boss, Matt Murdock is in the lobby asking for someone.

Someone?

He did not specify.

Matt Murdock? The lawyer? Nelson and Murdock?

You know a blind defense attorney who handles small-time Hell’s Kitchen cases?

I know of him. His firm’s done a lot of veteran work. Pro bono stuff. Why would he come here?

Maybe he got the wrong building.

Or maybe he’s serving papers. That’s usually why lawyers show up unannounced.

pinching the bridge of his nose Nat, go see what he wants. You’re the least likely to scare a blind guy with a cane.

already standing Flattering. Try not to kill each other while I’m gone.

steps out, scanning What the hell is this?

Finally. he tilts his head slightly at the sound of her heels stopping, one hand resting loosely on his cane I’ve been hearing about this for weeks.

Your vigilante. They’re your problem now.