“Thank you. Congratulations on another paycheck.”

“Keep him in sight. We must allow him to believe he is making progress.”

“Castle is making a move tomorrow night.”

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Midday wine.

Thank you kindly.

Wesley will have one for you on the way out. You will be paid handsomely.

Do not let him see you. A tracker in his van, or something close —- need to find where the rat is hiding.

Frank Castle.

I need a man trailer. Can you do that?

What is your intentions here, child.

Are you asking me for work?

Hm. Things go as usual.

What.

City so nice they named it twice.

“Then.” Finally, Wilson stood. Pouring a glass of whiskey for the other.

“Long may you rule.”

The smile on his large lips grew sinister. “You’re looking at the last proof of it. My friend. I can route you the coordinates —- since you’ve been such a help here in New York.

But tell me, what do you plan to do with him?”

“Serbia.”

“After Captain America’s resurrection 7 months ago, he and The Avengers knocked almost all U.S. and Foreign based Hydra Cells out of commission. The one in Serbia was abandoned, with almost records burned for tracking.”

“And with that, you receive the first part of what you were after.”

He moves, opening a drawer in his desk, and placing a file on it —- sliding it across to Hemlut’s end. On its face it read:

зимний солдат.

Wilson’s elbows rested upon his desk, leaning forward so that Zemo could get a view of his eyes between the cuts of shadow in the office.

“Madame Gao arrives on the weekend. She, and her soldiers, will begin to disrupt the underground drug trade until it is officially mine.”

“That would be preferred.” Wilson snapped. “Castle is a deranged animal —- he believes I had something to do with the murder of his family. I did. In someway. But not to the finality it became.” He clasped his hands together. “Then the second part of our deal is in motion, Baron.”

His lip curled to a snarl, watching Helmut carelessly take the glass from its coaster. “Hm.” Wilson cleared his throat, leaning back in the chair that was large as a throne. Riddled with black wood and purple cushion. “And it all leads back to Owlsey?”

New York.
Kingpin’s Penthouse.
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A glass of whiskey sits idly on his desk. The New York skyline drapes behind him with window and city lights that look like stars.

“So. Is it finished?”

Sorely missed.

That it is. A city that will break you down unless you have the strength to hold it up. I believe I see that strength in you, April. And I only hope you see it in me.

I can count on your vote, come November?