frank has worked with PLENTY of other vigilantes before. although some have proved they’re trustworthy, other times he felt as if they were MOCKING HIM instead if HELPING HIM. he was done with the rachel alveses, the jimmy pierces and the lynn michaelses., even the nigel higginses were ENOUGH. the last thing he needs is another pointless team-up, but he doesn’t think this one would be TOO BAD. mostly because he doesn’t see it happening whatsoever. the brothers have each other. if that isn’t enough, then they’re LOST. he watches murphy carefully, awaiting his answer. when he gets it, he nods a few times. he processes the new information, leaves out what he doesn’t need. ❛ you’re asking them the WRONG QUESTIONS. ❜ he doesn’t mean to tell these boys how to do their job, but he’s going to have to. ❛ i know their kingpin. THE kingpin. wilson fisk. big ole shit-eatter that i can’t fuck with just yet. i need to know what they’re DOING. what they’re planning. WHERE THEY ALL ARE. let me talk to one of them. ❜
the lack of changing expressions he currently has indicated him giving frank a chance to lay down everything he knew. even if they think of themselves as professionals in their own ways of justice, there were some things murphy and his brother have not excelled in yet. as a matter of fact, the challenges, although some of them are nothing but ill-fated mistakes leading to near-death experiences, influenced him to embrace them. embrace the consequences, his faults, and his deed god had bestowed upon him within his dream. ( he took his word for it: cleanse the city of sin, crime, and corruption. ) despite his open-mindedness towards the conversation between him and frank, he quirked an eyebrow for a full minute. indeed, not a lot of folks do not take orders if they're not under certain authority, even if they do need a lesson or 'food for thought' for their jobs. the irishman cleared his throat then nodded a few times, chewing the inside of his cheek while he gathered his thoughts. at this point, the other man had a point: there was no reason to take offense when he's well aware his own tactics didn't work. his clasped hands pried away from each other only to signal him with a casual, light shrug. "wilson fisk is a big fuckin' deal in t'is, t'en? a'right - but if t'ey won't take our fuckin' word o' threat t'e second time, ye're more t'an welcome t' come in an' make 'em give ya wha' we all need. 'm certain it will not take long."
