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Matt was hyper aware of everything going on in Hell's Kitchen down to knowing where every last rat was at any given time. So when an unknown person entered what he knew to be an empty warehouse, Matt followed them. He was on edge because of Fisk and he believed it was better to be safe then sorry. He leaped from roof top to roof top until he reached the right building. The man had a distinct smell of metal and fear and it was practically screaming "I'M RIGHT HERE"
Sliding into the building through an upper window, Matt padded down to the main floor of the former workshop on silent feet. He followed the scent to one of the smaller rooms and stopped dead. He couldn't be sensing what he was sensing it wasn't possible. He waited hoping the man would speak first and Matt could ask him the foremost question on his mind. "Why?"
Sliding into the building through an upper window, Matt padded down to the main floor of the former workshop on silent feet. He followed the scent to one of the smaller rooms and stopped dead. He couldn't be sensing what he was sensing it wasn't possible. He waited hoping the man would speak first and Matt could ask him the foremost question on his mind. "Why?"
