A Triad member stands vigilant on top of a shipping container, rifle in hand. A baton flies into the back of his head, rendering him unconscious before he even knows what happened and as the baton falls back to the Earth, Daredevil catches and holsters it. Frank stands behind him, surveying the area.
"Three men are patrolling the dock," Daredevil explains, "Four more are standing guard among the shipping containers. Two-by-two formation."
"They're definitely waiting for something. I'll take the right. You got the left," Frank informs him.
"Remember, no killing."
"Still a pussy."
They race forward. A few yards away, a Triad stands near a container. He is pulled into the shadows behind him and a few seconds later, a second Triad is similarly pulled between two containers and disappears. Daredevil and Punisher regroup behind a storage shed. "Two men on either side," Daredevil whispers. Frank nods, "Ready when you are." They leap out at the same time, taking their targets from behind. Daredevil takes out his gunman with a flying knee while Frank takes his gunman down with a running tackle. Matt finishes with a palm-heel and Frank finishes with a headbutt. With both men down, Frank notices a discarded pistol next to him. He hefts it into his hand and contemplates for a moment. A second later, Daredevil is alerted to a heartbeat and turns in Frank's direction, "Behind you!". Frank spins around just in time to see a Triad member leaping down from a crate, a hatchet in his hand. Frank catches the man's wrist and they roll together with Frank coming out on top. He takes the discarded pistol in his hand and slams it hard into the man's face, shattering his nose and then gives him another hit to put him down. Daredevil turns as he hears another opponent racing toward them. A gunman races along a row of crates until Daredevil somersaults over one, taking him out with a kick. The final gunman takes aim and opens fire with a spray of bullets, forcing Matt to leap back behind the crates and duck for cover. Frank comes out of the shadows, crouches, and lets off a single round with the pistol. The gunman grunts loudly and falls to the ground. "Dammit, Castle," Matt stands to his feet, "I said no killing." Frank casually dismantles the pistol, "He sound dead to you?". Daredevil tilts his head and listens. In the distance, the gunman groans in agony as he clutches a bloody kneecap. Daredevil sighs, "Fine. Let's clean up here before their friends arrive."
At the Bayard Community Center, Misty's car squeals to a halt and both her and Colleen get out. Misty is on the phone while Colleen draws her sword. "Yeah, we're at Bayard now," Misty speaks into the phone, "Hopefully, Sherry Yang is here. Thanks, Luke." She hangs up and the two race inside. They make their way up the steps and enter the gymnasium just in time to see a room full of dead Triads. In the center, they see a familiar figure having a sword fight with one last Triad member who quickly loses and gets run through. "Mary?," Colleen calls out, "Mary Walker?". The familiar figure wipes the blood from her machete and smiles, "Wrong on both counts".
Sherry Yang crawls out from under a table and races toward the two women who raise their weapons, a gun and a sword respectively. "Freeze, Walker," Misty calls out.
Typhoid strolls toward the group of women, "You haven't been paying attention. I'm not Walker."
"Are you hurt?," Colleen asks Sherry.
"No," she croaks as she gazes at the dead men around them.
"I don't know why you came back to New York, but you're gonna wish you hadn't," Misty continues to train her gun.
"I've never been to New York."
"It's her third alter," Colleen mutters.
"Bingo."
"We can figure that shit out later," Misty fires a shot.
Typhoid tumbles and rolls along the floor, making her way to Misty just before swatting the gun out of her hand with a machete. Colleen brings her sword down, blocking the next strike and pushes her back as Misty pulls Sherry Yang toward the door. "You get in your car and you get to your home," Misty warns her, "We'll meet you there." Sherry leaves as Colleen continues to parry at Typhoid who blocks every strike. They lock blades and Typhoid headbutts Colleen, then throws her to the floor with a push-kick. Misty tries to strike with her metal arm, but Typhoid slaps it away with the flat side of her machete, spins, and elbows her in the temple. Then she choke slams Misty to the floor and Misty barely rolls out of the way as she stabs her machete into the ground. Colleen ignites the Iron Fist, ready to strike, which elicits a wide grin from Typhoid, "That's interesting." She raises her machete and begins to bring it down, but Colleen strikes the blade, shattering it. The force of the blow sends Typhoid into the air and she rolls back onto her feet. Misty and Colleen gather themselves and begin to go for another round, but Typhoid removes a flash-bang from her coat and laughs, "Come find me," then disappears in a cloud of smoke once she drops it. Misty and Colleen are left alone with a room full of dead bodies.
A boat approaches Red Hook Pier and docks. A Triad member stands at the bow and curiously looks out over the empty dock. He carefully pulls a gun form his jacket and calls out, only to have a grappling line wrap around his head and pull him off the boat and onto the hard wood below. Daredevil's line snaps back into his baton and he holsters it once again. Frank stands behind him, "What's in the boat?". Daredevil shakes his head, "I'm not sure but there's one more person below deck." The boat sits quietly with the lower deck windows facing the dock.
"Any guns?," Frank asks.
Daredevil shakes his head, "No. If there are any weapons, they're close range."
Frank steps forward to get a better view. A window shatters and something hits his chest, knocking him to the ground. "Frank!," Daredevil calls out and stoops down. Frank sits up and notices the throwing knife sticking out of his kevlar vest. "The hell?," he mutters, "No one can throw a knife that hard." A concerned look crosses Daredevil's face and he turns back in time to see a figure leaping from the top of the boat to the dock. Daredevil runs after him and the two begin racing along the dock. Daredevil leaps onto a crate, ready to pounce just as the figure snatches a wrench from a tool bench. In one fluid motion, he spins and throws the wrench, striking Daredevil in the chest as he drops. He coughs and winces in pain while on the ground but manages to choke out a name, "Benjamin Poindexter!". Ben 'Dex' Poindexter turns and looks at Daredevil, his face exposed in the light.
Just then, Frank tackles him to the ground and the two roll along the dock with Frank sitting on top of him and rains down a sharp punch to the face. Dex reaches out, snatching a rope on the ground and slaps it across Frank's face, forcing him back. He whips the rope up, snapping it across his face a second time to stun him before wrapping it around his neck. Daredevil stands to his feet just in time to see Dex pull Frank over the side of the dock and into the water with the rope still around his neck. Daredevil quickly leaps into the water water as Dex makes his escape.