Elektra was suspicious of everyone she met. It was a side effect of growing up the way she had, the end result of years of betrayal and ulterior motives. Everyone she met was little more than a potential enemy, and that included beautiful women answering the door of Matthew’s apartment. And if there was a twinge of jealousy in her chest at the sight, she could pretend it was just a part of that. “I understand,” she said, though the woman hadn’t finished her sentence. She didn’t need to. There was no small amount of fear written into her features, and considering the fact that she’d been unable to reach Matthew, Elektra didn’t have to wonder what that meant. This woman cared for him, too, and he was in trouble.
She watched the woman shift as she spoke, noted the way she moved the bag and jacket to reveal a familiar cane. She certainly wasn’t an enemy, at least not to Matthew. “My name is Elektra Natchios,” she replied, introducing herself as Selina had done. “I’m an old… associate of Matthew’s.” Friend wasn’t the right word, not anymore. Lately, she and Matthew had been anything but friendly. That was her own fault and she knew it.
Her heart dropped into her stomach as Selina continued. She’d known something was amiss, of course, but Matthew being taken… It was worse than she’d thought. “Who took him? Do you know? Did you see them?” The questions were rapid-fire, far more desperate than Elektra typically allowed herself to be. When it came to him, when it came to Matthew, she couldn’t help herself.
“Two heads might be better than one, don’t you think? I have connections throughout the city. You’d do well to let me help you.” She couldn’t very well ask Fisk what had happened to him, but she could see if any of his lackeys knew anything. He might notice if a few of them disappeared, but with Matthew missing, that was a chance Elektra would need to take.
Selina continued to observe the woman. This Elektra didn’t pose a threat, she didn’t seem like someone who had been involved in the incident if she could, she’d let out a sigh of relief but showing any signs of weakness in such a dire time was something she just couldn’t afford. “Good. I—“ She tried to compose a coherent thought—one that didn’t make things any more awkward. “Admittedly, Matthew and I have been friends for a short couple of months. I’m glad to be meeting an associate of his, anyone that’ll help me figure out what happened.
“I did. I saw a couple of men. No more than ten, dressed in dark colors carrying guns. They were there for him though because they went straight for Matt. No hesitations whatsoever. On a mission. Like…soldiers.” She ran a hand through her hair and took a deep breath. At least this woman seemed to care about Matt. That was important. She was in good company.
“You’re right.” She wouldn’t deny the help. Not in a moment like this. “Of course. I see that. Forgive me, trusting others isn’t a forte but I can see that you’re a friend of Matt’s. We’ll figure this out together. Is there anything I can do?”
