No, Corruption

Fisk sat next too his lawyer in the crowded court house, tension was in the air while the room fell quite waiting for the judges verdict.

The judge cleared his throat "To the contaminated evidence and police errors. All charges here against Mr. Wilson Fisk are declared dropped."

Fisk rose from the wooden chair, with a smug grin on his face. Big Ben Donovan shook Fisks hand firmly. The crowd errupted in boos.

As the pair walked out the court house. Fisk fixed his pristine suit as he leaned over too Donovan "Good work in there." Fisk whispered.

As they reached the outside of the courthouse, their shoes hit the pavement the sun made a shadow against Fisks 2020 silver Ford Crown Victoria Limo.

As Fisk slid into the leather seats, he grabbed two thick envelopes handing them too Donovan. As the Limo left cigar smoke circules could be seen getting blown out the windows.

***

Down in a alleyway oppisite the courthouse, Jessica Jones was lurking, she had her mobile phone in hand, taking steady photos of Donovan and Fisks envelope transfer.

Her tight jeans and leather jacket hugged her athletic body, her fingers tapped furiously in a new text message. She was directing the message too Ben Ulrich.

Jessica was about too leave, but thats when she heard footsteps approaching they hit the concrete and wet puddles from previous rain. Jessica hid behind a concrete beam hoping too be out of sight too whoever is approaching.