Chapter Eight
“Hi there Turk.”
“Jesus fuck!” Turk whirled around from the door of his shop to see the all too familiar armour of Daredevil. He threw his hands up and groaned, already exhausted with the masked vigilante. “You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me man! I’m legit now!”
“We’ll see about that.” He pursed. “You hear anything about fancy weapons on the street? Real high-grade, would cost million to make and buy.”
Turk scoffed. “Go to hell. I don’t know anything, all I do is run a shop!” Daredevil listened to his heart and sighed.
He was telling the truth. Time to go with lawyer tactics.
“But you’ve heard of them?”
Turk looked away. “Maybe. Why?”
“Friend of mine got lost because of them, and I’m trying to get her home.” He explained. “We’d appreciate it if you told us what you know Turk.”
The ex-arms dealer scoffed and turned away. “Well then give the bitch a map because it’s none of myShit!”
In a flash Jitterbug was in front of Turk and webbed his wrist to his storefront.
“What the-who the-”
Jitterbug flitted her fingers at the man. “Hi there. Turk, was it? Well my name’s Jitterbug, and I’d love it if you helped us out here bud. As you can see uh,” She looked around and gestured to herself in her purple suit and mask. “I’m not from here.”
At the sight of the masked woman he began to stammer. “Listen, I don’t know anything. I swear, all I heard was some talk of some Tony Stark type shit hittin’ the streets, that’s it!”
She took another step towards him. “You know anybody who’s buying?”
“No!”
“He’s lying.” Daredevil grabbed Turk by the neck, pulling him back before slamming him into the wall behind him. The wall of his own store no less. “Talk. Now.”
“Listen I don’t know much. Just a name and a possible location. That’s it!”
“Then tell us!”
“Theo Aimes! In Harlem!” He shouted, Daredevil took a stepback and air once more flowed through his lungs. “Some warehouse in Harlem, real gangbanger type of guy. Alright? That’s all I know. Nothing else.” He wiggled his wrist. “Now please, get this shit off!”
“No time, thanks for the info” Jitterbug shot a web onto the building across, pulling her into the air with grace as she jumped and flipped toward Harlem. “Let’s go!”
“That a new girlfriend a yours?” Turk looked at her flying through the air and to Daredevil who clamored up the wall to catch up.
He looked back at the webbed ex-con and smirked. “She’s an associate.”