Meanwhile, at the Pulse headquarters, Jessica Jones' phone rings...
"Hello?"
Cage is on the other end, "Jessica, it's Carl Lucas."
"Don't you mean Luke Cage?"
"Whatever. I have some information for you."
"Yeah? I was meaning to tell you my article is finished. I'll be sending it to my editor later this afternoon. I mentioned the McIver/Syndyne connection as well as your incarceration at Seagate. I thought you should know so there won't be any surprises."
"Don't send it just yet. There's one more thing you need to know. You were right about McIver. He's wanting to continue his experiements at Seagate. He wants to turn Luke Cage into a franchise."
"What does Dr. Burstein have to say about this?"
"Burstein quit the project. Meanwhile, my hands are kinda tied at the moment. I'm on parole. I gotta stay in the company or go back to Seagate."
"Geez, that is big," she quickly begins to jot down notes on a nearby notepad, "Thank you for calling me about this."
"You can thank me over dinner tonight."
Jessica is taken aback, "Carl, I -"
"C'mon, let me take you out to dinner just once."
She sighs, "You know my article might land your boss in hot water, right? I'm honestly not sure what would happen to you."
"At this point, I don't care. You've been there for me and besides, when I first met you, I was kind of a punk to you but you still tried to help me anyway. Lemme make it up to you."
She thinks for a moment, "Nothing noisy. I saw some of the clubs you've been going to."
"No clubs. No crowds. Just you and me tomorrow night."
She thinks for a moment, "Sure."
"That's what I like to hear."
"I'll text you directions to my place. Pick me up at eight?"
"Eight o' clock."
"Goodbye, Luke Cage."
"See you then."
A cell door opens. Tim and Tom Stuart are lead out by guards who handcuff them. "What's this?," Tim asks but the guards say nothing; only marching them down the cellblock and outside in the yard, still within the bounds of the gate. There, they leave them and quietly go back inside. The brothers look at each other curiously, only to have two men throw black bags over their heads and drag them away. Hours later, they are thrown into chairs in a dark room. The bags are stripped away and the two brothers notice Sonny Caputo at the other end of the table.
"Sonny?," Tom stammers, "How the hell...?"
"I told you we have connections. That's all you need to know," he reaches across the table with a key, unlocking their handcuffs, "You'll like this. Follow me."
They follow him through a back room where several guns hang along the walls and on the counter in front of them, more weapons are laid out for display. Sonny approaches, hefting one into his hands: a wrist-mounted canon. "These weapons were designed for the military from what I hear. Our connection has been sitting on the prototypes," He slips the launcher on his forearm, "This thing can fire razors strong enough to slice through almost anything." He turns and aims it at the wood mannequin at the far end of the room. He cocks his wrist, firing a single blade that sticks inside it. He sets the weapon down, "There are also darts with explosives and toxic gases in them. Tom, you were called 'Stilleto' back in the day. I figured you'd be good with a different kind of blade." Next, he takes them to the other side of the counter with several metallic discs lined up. "Hey Tim, you ever see the game discus," he recieves a blank stare. "Frisbee? I dunno what you white boys play." Tim nods, "Yeah, I know frisbee." Sonny holds a disc, flipping a switch as several blades pop out of the sides. He throws the disc across the room where it takes the head off the wood mannequin. "They were supposed to cut up armored vehicles," he informs him. Tim picks one up, flipping a switch which emits a red light and a thin whine. Sonny quickly snatches it out of his hand and turns it off, "And those are explosive, man." he warns.
"My man, you came through," Tim clasps hands with Sonny, "So what do we do with all this?"
"First, we go to Ryker's Island and get Willis Stryker out of prison."
Ryker's Island. Night. Willis Stryker sits in his cell, casually tossing a deck of cards at a hat. Outside, a black speedboat makes its way to the rear of the island. Two figures in black masks and dark body suits quickly get out, making their way to the outside fence of the prison. The men pull their masks back, revealing the faces of Tim and Tom Stuart. They are now decked out in the gear given to them by Caputo. Tom wears the wrist-mounted stiletto launchers with spare blades straped to his forearms and legs. Tim wears bandoliers with his discs sheathed in leather. They look over a map of Ryker's Island prison with a red circle indicating Stryker's cell. "We're in the right place," Tom whispers.
They move along the fence and eventually come to a stop. Tom loads his launchers and fires, ripping the fence apart. Once a large section of the fence is torn away, Tim holds a disc in his hands, pressing a sidebutton. A red light shines and there is a thin whine before he hurls the disc at the outer wall. Once it connects, it explodes, blasting a hole straight through to the inner pipes of the prison. Inside, several guards and inmates turn their attentions to the sound, the guards quickly racing toward the commotion. Stryker curiously leans against the bars in his cell as he watches another explosion tear a hole through the wall across from him. Tim and Tom race through, taking aim at the bars. "What the...?," is the only thing he manages to say. "Take a step back, Willis," Tim warns before him before taking two discs in each hand. When he presses their buttons, blades pop out of the sides and he immediately begins slashing at the bars, taking them apart bit by bit. A few guards race down the hall toward them, only for Tom to fire his blades, taking them out before they can raises their guns. Tim kicks the weakened bars in, allowing Willis to get out. "Hurry up," Tom shouts as Tim leads him back through the hole in the wall. A few guards stand on the platform above them and take aim with rifles but Tom fires a few more blades, striking them, their bodies falling over the railing. Outside, they quickly make their way to the speedboat as an alarm sounds across the island. A search light shines down in their direction but they are already speeding away.
Stryker smiles to himself silently as they pass over the dark waters.