Matt hears that heart rate spike. "You know the guy following us?" That couldn't be good. Personal vendettas were never good. Take it from someone who had one.

Daredevil hits his second (possibly third) adrenaline rush of the night and swings up into a tree. "Keep going, I've got a plan."

He unscrews one of his batons, a line coming out in the middle between the two pieces. When the man with large flat feet comes running by, he snaps the line with precision as it twirls around the man's ankles, causing him to trip.

The masked man lowers to the ground on one side of the line as the investigative reporter goes up by his feet on the other. "H-hey...don't think I've had the pleasure," McGee tries to be glib even as he's hanging upside-down.

Even without his eyes uncovered, it seems like his gaze narrows in his own silent reply. "....I don't like being followed." A flick of his wrist and the other side of the rope whistles around McGee's body, tying him up like a trussed goose. It'll take him awhile to get out of that one.

Matt jogs off in a different direction than David did, knowing his way well enough to double back and find where he ran to.