Jessica Jones comes into the office at the Pulse along with other reporters, greeting them as she sits at her desk. At the entrance to the building, two figures in dark coats walk into the lobby, briskly moving to the elevators. Johnson walks through the office, looking over some paperwork. Behind him, the elevator doors open. Tim and Tom Stuart rush out, dropping their coats, displaying their black uniforms and high-tech weapons; Tim shoves Johnson into the office, on top of a desk. Jessica stands up at attention as Tom waves his wrist-launchers at the crowd, "Everyone get on the ground, now!" Jessica and the rest of the people in the office comply. Tim rushes into the next room and shouts, "Into the office! Move! You think we're play'n?", he flips a disc into his hand, extending the blades. He corrals them into the office, brutally shoving a few as they go. With his brother covering everyone, he quickly rushes down the stairs, moving to the front doors of the lobby where he locks them. Upstairs, Johnson tries to rise to his feet, "What's this about?". Tom shoves him aside and moves through the frightened crowd until he reaches Jessica Jones. He smiles and pulls her up to her feet.

Just then, Tim enters the room, "You got her?".

"Yeah, I got her," he turns to one of the office workers, "Oh, you can call the cops now."

Police squad cars race through a Manhatten street, eventually coming to a screetching halt in front of the Pulse. Tom looks down at them from the top story. "They're here," he calls to his brother. Tim puts his foot through a window, breaking it. He then takes a disc from his belt and presses a side button, igniting a red light as a thin whine emits from it. Then, he hurls the disc out the window where it is embedded in the hood of a squad car. The officers quickly exit the vehicle moments before it explodes in a massive fireball. Tom loads his wrist launcher and cackles gleefully as he fires a few blades through the windshield of another squad car. As the cops gather themselves, the brothers drape a tarp out the window with a message: WE WANT LUKE CAGE.

Cage gets a call on his phone and right when he picks up, he hears McIver, "We need you at the Pulse."

Several minutes later, Cage arrives on the scene. The police have it sectioned off and several bystanders stand outside the building. As he approaches, they cheer loudly for him and a few reporters snap pictures. He barely acknowledges them, instead, fixing his gaze at the top floor of the building. Inside, Tom peaks out a window, "It's him!".

Cage enters the lobby and heads toward the stairwell. He carefully walks up the steps, heading toward the top floor. Tom bursts through the door of the second floor, entering the stairwell and opening fire, "Payback time, asshole!". Cage raises his hands as the razors shred through his jacket and shirt but otherwise, do no harm. Cage braces himself by clutching the banister and finally gets a good look at his assailant. "Tom Stuart, that you?," he calls out. Tim dashes into the stairwell behind his brother, "Remember me too, Lucas?", and hurls a bladed disc, slicing the banister in front of Cage. Tom continues to fire the blades as Tim throws a second disc, slicing through the part of the banister behind Cage, forcing him to break it away and fall to the bottom floor where he lands hard enough to crack the tiles. Tom loads a dart into his launcher and fires it. Cage raises his head just in time to see the dart strike the floor directly in front of his face, exploding a second later in a cloud of gas. Cage arches back, clutching his eyes painfully as the brothers retreat into the main part of the building. Cage rises, rubbing his eyes as his vision becomes blurry.

On the top floor, Tim and Tom rush in, waving their weapons. "Okay, show's over!," Tim shouts. "Everyone out!," Tim continues as he pulls one worker to his feet and pushes him out the door. Tim follows up by pulling two more people to their feet. Getting the message, everyone quickly scrambles for the exit. Jessica gets up but Tom quickly snatches her, "Not you." Johnson notices this and turns back, "Jessica!". Tim pushes him out the door along with everyone else, "Move your ass, old man!". As Cage makes it out of the stairwell, he is met with a flood of running, screaming civilians. He jumps back as they rush past him, quickly moving to the stairs. He shakes his head as they shove around him, his vision still a bit of a blur from the gas. Outside, the hostages rush out to the awaiting cops who try their best to contain the paniced crowd.

Cage continues on his way just in time to see Tom loading his launchers with two more darts. He fires one, which emits a small explosive charge that slams Cage against the wall. He fires another which blasts Cage through the wall, into the stairwell where he hits the banister hard enough to dent it. Cage grits his teeth, "This is getting old," and races back into the hallway and enters the office. There, he notices Tom holding Jessica with one launcher to her temple.

"What're you doing with her?," he asks casualy, "It's me you want."

"We want you but someone else wants her. We figured the least we can do is make you watch as we finish her off."

"Her? I don't know who she is."

"Don't play the fool. We all know about you and your little girlfriend."

Cage then becomes serious, "Fine. No more playing. You hurt her and I'll..."

Tim jumps out from behind a desk, two discs in his palms. Popping the blades on each one, he throws them; they fly down the length of the office, heading toward Cage. He backhands one disc away from him but as he does so, the second one bounces off his ribcage,... which gives him a long red scratch. Cage drops to one knee in pain.

"No," Jessica screams in horror.

"Looks like we finally found something that makes him bleed," Tim raises his final disc: an explosive one. He presses the button and hurls it at Cage. He stands and throws his hands out, catching it between his palms. At that point, he notices the red light and the strange whinning sound. A moment later, he is engulfed in a huge fireball that blows half the office away. The other three turn their heads as black smoke and debris blow past them. Jessica's expression turns to terrified sorrow as she gapes at the billowing smoke and the large hole in the wall. Tim stands in front of the smoke and flames, "That settles it. Now, the girl."

A second later, just over Tim's shoulder, a burnt desk flies out of the dark hole. He is swept away as Tom stares in disbelief. Cage steps through the smoke and flames, his shirt and a large part of his pants now torn away and burnt. Tom pushes Jessica aside and opens fire with both wrist-launchers. Cage runs toward him, allowing the blades to bounce off his chest. Tom angrily continues to fire in futility as his target gets closer. Soon, he runs out of ammo as his launchers snap, exposing empty chambers; then Cage snatches both launchers in his hands and headbutts Tom into submission.

He turns to Jessica, "You okay?".

"Yeah."

Cage turns to his unconscious opponents, "Good seeing you boys, again. We gotta do this again sometime."

"You know them?"

"I was in Segate with `em. How they got out and where they got their toys... I don't know," Cage walks over to Tom, removing one of his wrist-launchers. He hands it to Jessica, "Something's up here. Take this to Dr. Burstein. Let him look at it but don't let anyone else know you have it."

She shoves it into her bag, "Just when I think I've finished my article."

Cage pulls Tim and Tom to their feet, waking them up, "Rise and shine, boys. I would ask you a buncha questions but I know you ain't talking."

"Guess you got smarter since you been out," Tom snarls.

"This is bigger than you even know," Tim continues.

"I'm sure it is."

Moments later, Cage escorts both Stuart brothers out of the front door of the Pulse, followed by Jessica. The crowd cheers as Cage lets the police take the the brothers away. McIver quickly pushes through the crowd.

"Cage..."

"These boys were from Seagate," Cage cuts him off, "They're with the Rivals."

"Really?"

"A few days ago, Willis Stryker escaped prison. Apparently, some guys with high-tech weapons did that too. My guess, is that Tim and Tom Stuart got `im out. We have a lot of gangsters escaping and getting weapons," he looks at him accusingly, "Have any idea how that's possible?"

"No," McIver says innocently, "But you better let me have a look at those weapons. I'll figure out where they came from."

"There might be some scraps upstairs. A lot of their stuff got busted in the fight."

"... Are you sure?"

"I'm sure you won't find much."

Jessica clutches her bag tightly as police officers lead her away. Cage turns to her, the two of them nodding siltently. McIver notices her and glares angrily. Just then, the Chief of Police rushes to them.

"You did it again, Cage," he gladly shakes his hand.

"It's what they pay me for," his voice is now in a defeated tone.

The Chief turns to McIver, "Y'know, I've been thinking about your plans on hiring more guys like Luke over here. It's a great idea. With these criminals getting better weapons, we'll need all the muscle we can get." Cage turns to them as he overhears. McIver notices this and quickly pulls the chief away, "Let's talk some place quieter." The chief continues as he's practically dragged along, "If you need extra funding, I can always talk to the mayor." Cage watches them go, furious.

A police squad car drives down the street, turning into a derelict warehouse. It parks inside and the officer gets out, opening the backdoor, revealing the Stuart brothers. They look out the car door curiously. "Where the hell are we?," Tom asks. The cop says nothing as he unholsters his gun, the two men, still handcuffed and in the car, stare in horror. Outside the warehouse, two shots can be heard.