<div class="floatleft">(http://www.thewrap.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/mockingbird-featured.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Karen Cross<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Daredevil<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>0120, 6 Apr 2102<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ruins of New York, Manhattan<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong>Biforst, Stark Tower<br/><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/>Karen did not know the motivation as to why she felt compelled to go on patrol tonight in what she has now labeled the "Daredevil" armor.  Perhaps it was another fruitless and frustrating day at SHIELD.  Karen would not really label herself as an adrenaline jockey or an action junkie.  She knew that for most of law enforcement across the Union would love to have the day that she had were the most dangerous thing encountered was breaking up a group of peaceful protestors that had not filed the proper permits and needed to be dispersed.  What they were protesting?  Hammer Technologies latest personal computer and all the flaws it had with it.  It was something not even important.  It was not lack of basic amenities and public utilities for its citizens, no it was a protest about how the latest piece of social technology was a piece of crap (it was, but that was Hammer Tech).  Still, when Karen knew there were crimes and worse being committed outside of New Haven, beyond where SHIELD considered its jurisdiction, it was difficult for Karen to feel anything positive about her job, or SHIELD itself.<br/><br/>The only satisfaction Karen seemed to be getting for herself of late was when she was out and about patrolling the ruins of New York.  Karen wanted to believe that she was making a difference out there.  At times she tried to tell herself that she was acting much in the same way her namesake did back in the golden age of humanity (that was what Karen called it despite the propaganda of Hammer Tech and other big companies), before the rise of the Sentinels, swinging and running from rooftop to rooftop, correcting the wrongs with his fists and clubs that he could not right as a lawyer by day.  Karen often wondered if he had times of critical self reflection as she was doing at this moment, looking out at the ruins of what was one of the world's greatest cities, that for all of her dedication and effort, in the end she amounted no more than a reed in the wind, a pebble in the way of a river, doing nothing much at all to change the river's course at all.  She might help a family or four on any given night, but that was all it was, a night of respite.  The very next day, it was the same bleak grind that they had to face day in and day out.<br/><br/>Karen was interrupted from her thoughts by the flickering of light happening all about her.  It was like nothing she had ever seen before.  Lights and other items long without power suddenly coming to life, some of the items after decades of not being used.  It was a damn odd thing that put Karen's hackles on edge.  She spoke softly, barely a whisper, letting the sensor she had at her neck feel the vibrations made by her vocal cords and translating those into command that her armors operating system understand and process.  To be honest, that was perhaps the most difficult piece of the whole suit, making that interface work so it would not require some manual input on her part.  Even in an area were all sound was dampened, the sensor was sensitive to still feel the vibrations happening inside her larynx.  A piece if genius if she did say so herself.<strong><em>"Daredevil..."</em></strong>With that word, the enhanced forensic and sensor suite of her armor activated, and Karen looked about once more to see everything happening in the ruins in a new and unique light.<br/><br/>The range on the entire forensic and sensor package was only a hundred yards, but it was enough to let Karen know that power that once has been long dormant was activated once more.   She moved and looked about in awe, and then cursed softly, once more having second thoughts about not putting in an interface to her station back at work and at home where she had access to information and databases.  It was a risk for if SHIELD ever started to deploy agents and resources against her, they could use it against her, use it to figure out just who exactly the person calling themselves Daredevil was, but at times like this when she needed information, such as which golden age power station serviced the greater Manhattan area, it would help cut down on the time and getting her to where she needed to be rather than wasting time to get to a spot where she would be able to do her research.<br/><br/>The next things that Karen noticed as odd and out of place were out of place happened roughly about in the same location several blocks to the north of her current position.  First was a flash of color in the night sky, like a lance of it coming from the heavens themselves, and the other was the flickering and coming to life of the old Stark Tower.   Say what people wanted of Tony Stark, when he built something he built it to last.  Stark Tower still stood despite repeated attacks against the Tower during the Sentinel War.  In fact history recorded that the only reason why the tower was abandoned was because the Avengers did not want to be responsible for civilians caught in the crossfire.  The Sentinels, while programs to protect humanity, were not so considerate, not when their cold logic factored that the death of the Avengers would far out weight the death of a few humans.  The end came when a labor camp full off humans identified as carriers of the "X-Factor" gene was relocated to the base of the Tower.  Those humans, forbidden to marry or have children, were acceptable casualties in the eyes of the Sentinels and the government at the time.<br/><br/>Karen again gave her head a small shake, and whispered softly again.<strong><em>"Murdock, Taskmaster."</em></strong>With those commands, she deactivated the sensor suite, and activated the battle computer that aided her in combat.  Now was not the time to think of ancient history.  There was something happening near Stark Towers and that could not mean anything good.   In fact that location was where one of the biggest weapon suppliers in the ruins was around that location, and the last thing Karen wanted as for them to think that there was anything left at Stark Tower to loot.<br/><br/>So Karen took out her billyclub, and like the Daredevil of old, the grappling line securing to the ruins of the building beside her.  With a running jump, Karen leaped out into the air, the line going taut and basic physics going to work as it swung her out in a wide arc, building momentum.  At a touch of her thumb, the grapple retracted and in mid-air, Karen repeated the process, launching the grapple again and swinging away towards another building, eating the distance away towards her goal of Stark Tower.  It was time for Daredevil to go to work.<br/>