The internal workings of Fisk tower resembled a maze, having been built to specifications by the Kingpin himself. From his video room, he tried to stop the pair of them by closing automated doors in their path, but none could hold up to the cold gun.

Sounds were starting to filter through the ringing in Matt's ears slowly. It hurt but not nearly as bad as the noise room had put him through. Somewhere deep down, he found the strength to help keep his balance as they moved through the endless same looking corridors.

"....Left," he rasped hoarsely, knowing the way was clear that direction. He could hear footsteps chasing them coming from the right.