Daredevil was perched on the rooftops of New York, pondering the events of the week. The Maggia seemed to be walking on eggshells through out their turf. Matt had barely seen their men out on the streets the past few days. He hadn't expected them to be this reluctant so quickly after he showed himself to them. He'd take it, though. He knew criminals were a fearful sort, but he never thought they were that fearful. At least the down time during his nightly activities gave him time to focus on work during the day. He was involved in a barn-burner of a case representing a victim of police brutality. Matt's client had crossed one of the families, he wouldn't tell Murdock which one, and they had one of the cops under their employ rough him up after a phony drug charge. Matt had no chance at reversing the drug charge, but he had the chance on the brutality side. Of course, they had drawn one of the toughest judges in the city, so who knows what the outcome would be. The lawyer was trying his best, however. Matt took off over the rooftops, beginning to search for anything of note in the city. What he didn't know was that a few rooftops away, three men stood and watched with binoculars. One pushed a large cowboy hat back, letting more light into his eyes, "Well, he's an ornery one ain't he?" "Agile and sure footed, that much is for sure, Montana," the second man, dressed to the nines in a fine suit. He took a pocket watch out of his suit jacket, timing how quickly Daredevil went through traversing the rooftops of this great city. "What do you think, Ox? You think you'd be able to catch him?" "I reckon I'd be able ta, Fancy Dan," the third, massive man grumbled. Ox was nearly seven feet tall and built like a mac truck. He looked like he'd be able to take down a grizzly bear. If the bear was dumb enough to go after him, that is. "We gonna go after him now?" "No, tonight is just to take a look at our opponent's abilities," Fancy Dan shook his head. "The devil gets to survive another night. What are you thinking, Montana?" "What we go here," the cowboy said in his southern draw, "is a tricky beast. We need a trap." "I like traps," Ox chuckled deeply. "I know ya do, big fella," Montana took his hat off and ran his hand through his hair. "Tomorrow night, the devil's gonna get his due."