Turk Barrett sits behind the counter of his head shop as a couple walk out with pipes. He doesn't notice the door to the backroom opening to reveal Frank Castle. Frank puts a hand around his mouth to muffle the ensuing scream, then pulls him inside and shits the door. In the backroom, Turk falls against a shelf.

"Shit, man! I haven't done anything! I swear!"

"I know that. Otherwise you'd be dead already," Frank tells him.

"Then what do you want, Castle? Last time we met, I damn near got killed by the Russians."

"I just want information today, Turk. Tell me about Rosalie Carbone."

"Yeah, thick Italian chick. Head of the Carbone family. They do business out of Harlem. I can tell you where she lives if it'll get you the hell out of my shop faster."

"Her family tried to buy guns in Jersey. I wanna know who she's been doing business with and where."

"I know some of her paisanos contacted me yesterday to see if I still sell guns. Which I don't."

"Carbone lives in Harlem, but she went all the way out to Jersey to do business. Now she's back in her own neighborhood. Why's that?"

"If I had to guess, it's because of Luke Cage."

"What's he got to do with this?"

"He's taken over. No buying or selling guns in this part of town. So people go elsewhere."

"Carbone doesn't seem to be following the rules anymore if she's buying guns in her own backyard."

"I guess Rosalie Carbone got over her Jungle Fever. I don't know what to tell ya, man. Anyway, if they're trying to buy from me, they're trying to buy from everyone. Most folks don't have weapons anymore on account of Luke Cage but I'm sure there are a few idiots out there who have a couple of glocks in their basement they're willing to sell."

"Any idea where the Carbones do business?"

"When I supplied for them, we'd meet out on the East River. Try there."

Frank turns and leaves.

"You're welcome," Turk calls after him, then mutters to himself, "Asshole."

Colleen is in her apartment, practicing against a wing-chun dummy target. She strikes the wooden pegs in a series of punches and jabs before pulling back. Her fist light sup with silver energy and she strikes, ripping the top portion of the dummy off. She breathes heavily, surprised at her action.

"I see the dojo's making a comeback," Misty says as she enters.

"I just cleared space to practice," Colleen assures her, "If I'm gonna be the Iron Fist, I have to stay sharp."

Misty looks at the wooden splinters on the floor, "Looks more like you're out your aggressions."

"That too. Thanks for stopping by. I didn't wanna tell you over the phone in case some might be keeping tabs on me."

"Let me guess,... the Hatchets?"

"I overheard them talking about the Carbones. They're going to war. They can't fight in Harlem, so -"

"The war's coming to Chinatown?"

"And likely the whole goddamn city, yeah. The Hatchets are apread out throughout the city, so wherever they are, the Italians will be on the attack. Can you do anything about this?"

"It's not my jurisdiction. I could make some phone calls, however. The cops in this part of town don't like me too much since the last time I stuck my nose out this far."

"They don't care for me too much, either."

"The alternative is to bring the fight to the Carbones."

"How's that?"

"The Carbones are more likely to attack the Hatchets. That's their style. Head them off at the pass and you could avoid a fight between the two. At least for the tie being."

"What about things on your end? How's Luke?"

"Stubborn as ever. I've talked to DA Tower and the mayor and they are okay with me putting together our special task force."

"I'm in. You know that. Are you sure the others will join up?"

"They won't have much of a choice before long."

In a Chinese restaurant in Hell's Kitchen, a young man is shoved against a wall and a hatchet is placed at his neck. His parents plead in Mandarin for the young man to be left alone, but two more men hold them back with hatchets. "I told you, I'm not joining!," the young man shouts at his attacker and receives a punch to the face for his troubles. A second later, the man wielding the hatchet is yanked back and is hurled over a table. The remaining two Hatchet Gang members turn and face Daredevil who is still wearing his black costume. The two remaining triads waste no time in attacking.

They swing their hatchets as Daredevil dips around the blades, eventually pivoting around to a nearby table where he picks up a metal tray and uses it to deflect an axe strike. He push-kicks the first triad in the gut, knocking him into a table. The second triad decides to hurl his axe, but Daredevil swats it out of the air with his tray then throws it as a projectile, striking the man across the bridge of the nose. The first triad climbs back to his feet and comes at Daredevil with a kick, which he blocks. Daredevil delivers a quick flurry of punches, catches the next punch, then slams the man's head into the table. The second triad attacks again, now with a bloody nose, but Daredevil spins around into a kick that sends him against the wall. With the attackers unconscious, Daredevil turns to the young man who is now embracing his parents.

"Why were these men attacking you?"

"They're with the Hatchet Gang. Yangsi Gonshi," the young man explains, "They're recruiting. I said no so they came t my parents' restaurant to force me into their gang."

"Triads don't force recruitment unless there's a war brewing. Who are they in conflict with?"

"I honestly have no idea. I didn't ask."

Daredevil listens to the man's heartbeat quicken, then continues, "I know you're afraid, but you can tell me the truth. I'm here to help/"

He hesitates before answering, "Word on the street is there's some sort of dispute between the Hatchet Gang and the Italians. The Carbone Family, I think. It's all I know."

"Thank you," Daredevil turns and leaves, "I'll be stopping by this place every night until this war is over."