A news reporter gives an account of the foiled bank robbery. Behind her, workers repair the damaged bank and several officers investigate. "I am at the scene of what could have been yet another bank robbery, the third in a recent series of robberies believed to have been the work of a five-man band weilding dangerous explosives." As she gives the report, the news is shown in a prison rec center at Rykers Island, "The robbery was stopped by New York police and the help of this man," a picture of Lucas appears on the screen, "A super-powered bounty hunter calling himself Luke Cage." A few inmates look at the screen curiously, "Cage is under the employ of millionaire John McIver and promises to offer his services to those in need."

"Hey Stryker," one of the inmates calls out, "Isn't that the guy who put you away, man?" Willis Stryker sits up and notices Lucas on the TV, "Damn."

At Burstein's lab the next day, the professor checks Cage's heart with a stethiscope, "I saw you on TV this morning."

"McIver didn't tell you about that?"

"No,... I suppose it has little to do with me."

"Whatcha think?"

"I think you're about to become a celebrity."

"I guess. Hey, I can get a little extra cash and finish my community service doing this, right? Besides, I'm putting bad guys away."

Burstein places the stethiscope around his neck and laughs, "Well, as long as you remain in one piece so I have a mostly-living body for research."

"Don't worry," Cage smiles, "I don't think I'm in any danger."

Cage walks into the police precinct and then the Chief of Police's office, "What do you have for me?". The chief gladly hands him a few files. "These are all fugitives with outstanding warrants," he informs him, "You'll find lists of their possible wherebouts and their rap sheets."

"Cool. Hey, did you guys find out where the bank robbers were from?"

"Turns out, they were all escaped convicts. Bought their weapons from some black market dealers in South America. You don't have to worry about them now. Your part's done."

"Yeah, looks like I'm gonna keep busy," Cage takes a look at the stack of papers in his hand.

"Yep. Bring them in and the money's yours."

Cage looks over the files, "Make sure you have plenty of room in jail."

Cage walks down a sidewalk in New York, ready for action. He knocks on a hotel room door. "Are you Johnny?," he asks the young man who answers the door. "Yeah?" "You have a warrant for your arrest". The man quickly bolts through the room, opening the back window and slipping out into a vacant lot where he tries to run. Moments later, Cage rams straight through the wall, sending debris flying and knocking the man down from the force. He looks up as Cage descends upon him. Later that day, Cage runs into the living room of a rundown house. The two men inside quickly pull guns from under their couch and take aim, only for Cage to stretch his arms out, clothes-lining both of them to the floor. A third gunman emerges from a different room and opens fire with a sawed-off shotgun, blasting a huge hole through Cage's shirt. He looks at him angrily, prompting the gunman to quickly surrender. A man plays pool in a dodgy bar. Cage approaches, "You have an outstanding warrant. I'm here to take you in." The man eyes Cage, "You a cop?" "Not exactly." The man scoffs and returns to his game of pool, "Then how the hell do you expect to bring me in?" Cage snatches the cue ball and squeezes, crumbling it into dust, "I got a few ideas." That night, another suspect sprints down the sidewalk with Cage in hot pursuit. Finally, he catches up with him, tackling him to the ground. Roughly, an hour later, he is placed in a holding cell along with the other suspects Cage had collected that day. The Chief of Police gladly pays him in cash, "Nice work, Cage." "Anytime."

The next day, he is in a car dealership. He points to a yellow Dodge Challenger, pays in cash, and drives it off the lot. Later, he shops for nicer clothes and likewise wears them out of the store.

A reporter approaches random citizens for man-on-the-street interviews. The first interviewee is a middle aged man, "It's good to know there's someone out there cleaning up the streets, y'know? He's strong but he's just a regular guy like us". The next person offers a different view, "Luke Cage is just a hired thug. Why can't the cops do their own jobs?". Finally, a group of teenage girls are interviewed, one of which, exclaims, "I think he's hot".

A group of teenage boys watch the security footage of Luke Cage foiling the bank robbery. "Watch this! Watch this!," one yells just before Cage kicks one of the robbers over the desk. The boys shout in excitement.

A late night comedian addresses his audience. "So have you heard about this guy, Luke Cage?" A few women in the audience cheer. "I'll assume that cheer was for me," the audience laughs, "But no, apparently, the New York police department have hired an actual superhero to help them. Yeah, and apparently, his first mission was a big one: collect all the donuts in the tri-state area." The audience members laugh.

John McIver appears on a news program, "Yes, of course Luke Cage is popular. He's bigger than Iron Man right now but the important thing is, he's here to help."

A New York club at night. Cage arrives in his new car, even parking it in front on the street. He wears a leather jacket and shades as he briefly poses for a few paparazzis. The bouncers let him in ahead of the line and once he enters, several people greet him. One young, attractive woman runs up to him, "Hey Luke, will you sign `im?". She lifts up her top and going by Cage's wide-eyed reaction, has nothing underneath. "Someone get me a marker!," he shouts, "Don't rush!"

Jessica Jones sits at her desk, typing an article when Johnson rushes to her. She immediately stops typing and gives him her full attention. "Luke Cage," he shouts, "Are we on this?".

"Yes. Remember the Seagate Prison experiment?"

"Yeah."

"I've been on the story since then."

"Good," he stammers, "Be sure to interview him."

"Already have."

"Oh... When?"

"About a week ago."

"Can you -"

"Already on that."

"Nice work, Ms. Jones," he quickly leaves her desk.

Tim and Tom Stuart are brought into the visitation room at Seagate Prison. They both sit down and notice Sonny Caputo on the other side of the glass.

"Sonny," Tim says happily, "My man!"

"We got some big plans for the two of you."

"Plans? We don't get out for a few more years," Tom says curiously.

"Don't worry `bout that. You both failed to carry out a mission a few years back. Do you remember?"

"Carl Lucas," Tim growls bitterly.

"That's right," Sonny leans in, "How would you like another shot?"