Cage leaps over his desk while plaster explodes and glass shatters around him as gunfire puts holes through the window and wall. He rolls off his desk and hits the floor with his hands over his head as more debris lands on top of him. Outside, the men begin to reload, "We brought extra ammo this time, smartass!," one of them shouts. The one with the 9mm goes for the office entrance while his partner stays behind with his shotgun ready. He opens the door and peers inside carefully; Cage slams it shut with his foot, smashing the man's head between the door and frame. Cage leaps to his feet and grabs the man's wrist, pulling him inside and as he tries to fire a shot, he raises his arm toward the opened door, popping off a single round at his partner who is forced to retreat momentarily. Cage kicks the door shut behind him and gets an elbow to the face for his trouble and both of them struggle for the gun as they stumble back and fall against the wall. Cage pulls him toward the desk where he slams his forearms against the edge twice, forcing him to drop his weapon. Cage grabs him by the back of his jacket and slams his head into the side of the desk, cracking the wood. "This used to be a lot easier," he sighs to himself.

The man with the shotgun fires another shot through the door, putting a large hole in it. Cage ducks down as another round puts a hole through the plaster wall. He snatches the discarded gun on the floor and leaps on top of his desk where he takes a dive out the broken window and rolls across the small patch of grass, onto the pavement. He fires a shot from a crouching position; the gunman grabs his leg and screams, then falls to the pavement with his shotgun beside him. "I'll take that, thanks," Cage picks the weapon up and marches toward Fish's SUV with both the 9mm and the shotgun. He fires several shots into the rear windows of the SUV with the 9mm, forcing Fish and his partner in the passenger seat to duck down as they get covered in broken glass. Cage tosses the 9mm and hefts the shotgun into his hands as he strides forward. "Get out there and do something," Fish screams at his final henchman. He backs out of the passenger seat and turns just in time for Cage to slam the butt of the shotgun against his forehead, knocking him out.

Fish drops out of the driver's seat and places his pistol on the hood of the vehicle to take aim. Cage brings the shotgun down, knocking the gun from his hand and then swats it off the hood. Fish tries to run after it, but Cage steps in his way, tossing the empty shotgun to the ground. Fish smiles and puts up his fists.

"I don't need no gun," he tells him, "I can take you down myself."

"Just remember, my hands aren't tied behind my back this time," Cage readies himself.

Fish throws the first punch but Cage swerves around it and comes back with a jab to Fish's nose, followed by a right hook. "Try harder," Cage tells him as they circle one another. Fish angrily throws a haymaker, but Cage ducks, giving him a shot to the ribs and then a left hook. Fish falls against the SUV and grits his teeth angrily, then spins into a wild punch that connects and sends Cage staggering. Fish tackles Cage at the waist and they both fall to the pavement where they begin rolling with Cage quickly pinning him. Once on top, Cage gives him another punch to stun him.

"That all you got, Fish?," he asks.

"Don't... laugh at me," he groans weakly.

"I'll cut a deal. Start telling me everything you know and I'll stop hitting you. Can't promise I won't laugh, though."

"Screw it," Fish growls, "I'll tell you what you wanna know."

"Really?," Cage pulls him to his feet, "I thought you'd sweat a little more than that."

"I'm tired of getting kicked around because of the Maggia," Fish leans against the SUV and spits out a tooth, "Maybe it's time I settle the score."

"What can you tell me about that guy with the weird gun? The one who shot me."

"Curtis Carr. The guy's a genius that works at Mainstream Motors. He was doing some kind of research. That stuff he uses is called Chemistro."

"Looked to me like Curtis Carr was taking orders. I know the Maggia isn't leaving a guy like you in charge, so who's running this show?"

"Guy by the name of Matthew Gilden."

"Matthew Gilden? You mean the guy in charge of the Maggia's bank accounts?"

"Yeah. Gilden's blackmailing Carr into working for him."

"So why did Gilden have you people rob a steel mill?"

"The idea is to use Chemistro to make gold, right? They dip the steel itno the stuff and somehow it turns to gold. Don't ask em how it works. They got the stuff at the research center right now."

"The Mainstream Motors research center?"

"Yeah."

"Now, you've lied to me before..."

"Yeah, I lied. The thing is, if I tell you the truth now, I win one way or another."

"How do you figure?"

"You're just a normal guy like the rets of us, now. You ain't got no powers! You go waltzing into that building with a hundred guns all pointed at you, you're not coming out alive. If you do manage to survive somehow, you'll throw a monkey wrench in the works; screw up the Maggia's big plans. The point is, Fish comes out on top for once."

"What happens when the survivor comes after you?"

"What?"

"Nah, I'm sure you'll be fine," Cage takes another swing and knocks Fish out.

Jessica Jones knocks on Dr. Berstein's door. He answers, still in his robe. "Jessica, hello," he greets her. She smiles and gives him a kiss on the cheek, "Hello, Dr. Berstein. I hope this isn't too late." Perplexed but still polite, he lets her inside his house and closes the door behind him, "I was just about to turn down, but I have some time. What seems to be the trouble?"

"I wanted to talk to you about Luke."

"Are you two still avoiding each other?"

"No," she laughs, "He came by this afternoon. He said he was going after the Maggia, but something didn't seem right. Knowing Luke, he wasn't gonna tell me, so I'm coming to you."

"The man can be just as much of an enigma to me."

"The way he spoke to me today. It was as if he wasn't sure he was going to survive this mission. He's been up against the Maggia before and won. The guy's practically invincible. I couldn't understand why he would be so fatalistic. Then something hit me... his powers aren't working."

"What makes you think that?," Berstein tries not to appear nervous.

"He has no reason to think he's going to die unless he's vulnerable. Now, if Luke was having problems with his powers, there's only one person he would turn to," she points a finger at Berstein.

"You've always been good at deduction."

"Dr. Berstein... Noah,... Tell me what's going on with him."

"I'll tell you everything," Berstein says to her softly.