Go make an appointment with the assassin

[technophantom]

WHO: saicopath & technophantom
WHERE: The City Scrapyard where a ton of razor sharp detritus just waits to be used as offensive weaponry
WHEN: Some obscene hour of the morning when no man or woman should have to be conscious
WARNINGS: Two really unstable guys having a chat perfectly normal nothing to see here.
SUMMARY: Ghost invites Bullseye to come chat with him away

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[saicopath]

The City Scrapyard. It couldn't get any more stereotypical bad guy than that.

Bullseye approved.

Well, despite the fact it put him in a place brimming with sharp implements that were useless against intangibility...that was a dick move. He wasn't sure if Ghost had done it on purpose to taunt him or whether Ghost thought he was extending some gesture of goodwill toward him, but he was sure he'd find out soon enough. The smelly creep wasn't stupid, at least.

Yeah, it was probably just an unfortunate, ironic coincidence.

He ditched the fedora and trench coat on a pile of tires and leaped atop the cab of a excavator to reach the boom. From his vantage, he easily spotted the white suit through the dim light. Folding his arms across his chest, he grinned down.

"Boo."

[technophantom]

The voice startled him out of his reveries, and he turned to look directly up, blinked behind the mask. "Heh. Sneaky. At least I don't have to worry you were followed."

He tapped a slow tattoo, metal on metal, and asked, "How was your encounter with Daredevil?"

Ghost had debated the merits of letting Bullseye know he had seen the conversation of Daredevil's, or leaving it vague - he was nothing if not well-informed, if it hit the Network - but playing it by ear like this to see how much Bullseye would intuit from his words seemed best, for the moment.

[saicopath]

Bullseye narrowed his eyes. Where was Ghost going with that train of thought?

At least from the height he was at he couldn't smell the nutcase.

"Eavesdropping on Hornhead and his friends?"

oh whoops some vital words missing

[technophantom]

Well that was hardly an answer, but it was fine, as far as he was concerned. He wanted Bullseye to suspect he knew a good deal more than most. "One of the first things he did was attempt to warn select individuals of the Network of your presence. Heh. Noble. But not many encryptions can keep me out."

After a second, he kicked off away from the car, floated up a little higher to get a better look at him.

"Trying to figure out if you're the Bullseye from my world - you're close enough, that it wouldn't matter, I think."

A pause.

"Would you like help with him or not?"

[saicopath]

He wasn't surprised. That's what Daredevil did. Who he was. With lots of people to care about.

Lots of them to hurt.

Bullseye lit a cigarette and took a drag, waiting to hear out Ghost before he spoke. He wanted that list of individuals. Names, numbers, connections. All of it would greatly expedite his recon. Slogging through inane post after post to study Daredevil and his allies, though rewarding, was tedious. All these people were annoying.

He just wanted to kill them all.

Bullseye blew a smoke ring at Ghost.

"What do you want out of this?"

[technophantom]

It almost amused him, that Bullseye was asking the same question of him that Daredevil had asked, and that he was readying a similar answer.

"This world, while superficially similar, is very dangerous to our kind. There are forces working unseen; the government, Vulcanus, numerous countries that do not exist where we are from."

A pause, as the smoke curled around his mask, and he didn't seem to mind, making an obscure gesture with both hands like he was in the process of dropping something invisible to the ground far below.

"Therefore I won't insult your intelligence. The last thing I need is superhuman interference in my affairs, no matter how well meaning. The more distracted he is by you, the better."