In Burstein's lab, Jessica leans over his shoulder as he examines the wrist-launcher. "It's really well made," he admits as he inspects an empty cartridge, "I'll take it apart and see if I can trace it back to its owner." Jessica smiles, "Great. Let me know as soon as you learn something. Remember, don't let anyone else know you have it. We don't want you getting into trouble" Burstein turns to her, "I think I already am."

McIver enters his weapons' room. His pace is businesslike and pureposeful. Sonny Caputo turns in his direction. The place is now housing several Rival members.

"I didn't expect to see you here," Caputo admits.

"I came by to meet Stryker personally. After all, he has one of my best weapons."

"Yeah, he's still trying it out."

Sonny directs him to the backroom. There, Willis Stryker is wearing the exoskeleton over a black body suit. He uses the gauntlets to strike a concrete column like a punching bag. With each hit, another chunk is broken off and crumbles to the floor. At this point, half the column is gone. Once he notices McIver, he stops.

"What's up?"

"Hello, Mr. Stryker. I see the suit fits well."

"Yeah, man. I can't wait to see Carl Lucas again."

"And the coil mechanisms? Have you learned how to use them yet?"

Stryker turns and flicks his wrist, sending a metal coil out of its chamber where it cuts a large swathe through the wall. McIver nods in approval. Stryker smirks and cocks his wrist again as the coil reels itself back into its chamber.

Sonny pulls McIver aside, "What about the last part of our deal?"

"I hire Stryker for a job and you get the shipment. Nothing's changed."

"Good. What about the Stuart brothers? You hear from them, yet?"

"Still in police custody, I'm afraid," McIver begins to leave, "I wouldn't worry about them."

Cage enters Burstein's office. Jessica Jones leans along the bookshelf next to the canister of nanos while Burstein sits behind his desk. Cage quietly closes the door, "So what do we got?".

"I found a serial number," Burstein takes the wrist-launcher from his desk drawer, "I traced the manufacturer to a company called Hammer Industries."

"And I did some research," Jones tells him, "Hammer Induistries was bought up by Syndyne once its CEO got into trouble of his own. The company builds weapons."

"So McIver basically owns this stuff?"

"Yep."

"Can we track the exact location where these things were built?"

Jessica hands a few sheets of paper over to him, "I have the address of their research facility. Authorized personnel only, of course."

"That's not gonna stop me from paying them a visit. Is your article ready?"

"Yeah. I never thought I'd say this, but I'm lucky my editor in chief is such a slave-driver. He has us working out of our homes until our office is repaired."

"Get the word out, first. It's time to let the public know what Syndyne and McIver have been up to. Tell `im everything."

"Everything? Even your past?"

"Even my past. I can take it," he turns to Burstein, "And Dr. Burstein?"

"Yes?"

He motions to the canister of nanos, "Keep working on those nanos. John McIver won't be a problem for much longer."

"That's good to hear."

Cage takes the wrist-launcher, "We'll keep ahold of this until just the right time."

Jessica sits at her home computer, putting the finishing touches on her article. Once she is finished, she send it to Johnson for publishing then sits back and sips her cup a tea. Cage sits at his own computer with the address Jessica gave him and the wrist-launcher sitting next to his laptop. He checks the location online, eventually finding the facility just outside the city. He smiles and prints it off.

An anchorman looks at the camera, "Early this morning, The Pulse reported an investigation into the dealings of Seagate Prison and its parent company, Syndyne. According to reports, the prison has been attempting to conduct human experiments under the guise of medical tests. One of these test subjects was one Carl Lucas, better known to the public as Luke Cage," Luke Cage's picture appears onscreen, "Lucas was experimented on, endowing him with his signature strength," a picture of John McIver appears, "Since that time, billionaire John McIver, has employed Cage as the famous bounty hunter. According to the Pulse, Syndyne is a subsidary of the McIver International congloermate, which is owned by McIver."

Later that afternoon, Mr. Johnson calls Jessica Jones at her home. He raises his hands happily, "Jessica, you're a pain in the ass sometimes, but you're still my favorite."

"Um, thank you?"

"The article has had eighty thousand hits this morning and is being discussed on all the major news networks. Good job, kiddo."

"Thank you, sir."

"But don't think I believe in your conspiracies."

"Of course not."

"Good talk."

He hangs up and the smile fades from her face. She sits back in her chair and gazes at her computer. There is her article: "Caged Truth". A picture of Cage is next to Carl Lucas' mugshot. She sighs and slumps down in her seat, "Hope you know what you're getting yourself into."

Different New York residents once again give man-on-the-street interviews. "It doesn't matter, he's still a hero in my book. What's in the past is in the past," one man tells the camera. Another woman scowls angrily, "So it turns out he was no different than the people he was fighting." Another person is interviewed, "Human experiments in privately owned prisons? I can't believe corporations are getting away with this sort of thing." The late night comedian addresses his audience, "So Luke Cage is in the news again. Turns out he was a former inmate at Seagate Prison. Yeah, so I guess we now know his only weakness: dropping the soap." This gets a laugh from the audience.

Cage turns off his TV with a bored eye-roll. Suddenly, there's a knock on the door. He quickly answers it, seeing McIver in the doorway. "Mr. McIver," he says dryly.

"You've been talking to the press. Not a good idea."

"Oh, are you camera shy all of a sudden?"

"Noah Burstein and Jessica Jones have no idea what they're talking about. I'll need you to stay away from them for a while until I can fix this."

"Why'd you lie about Syndyne?"

"My business is none of your concern."

"You basically owned Seagate Prison this entire time and then lied about it. It kinda is my business."

"Look, do you want out? Is that what this is about?," McIver's tone becomes even more aggressive, "If you want to stop working for me, Mr. Lucas, go ahead. You'll be in violation of your parole and you'll go right back to Seagate where you'll still be under my authority one way or another. This is not a fight you can win!"

"Maybe, maybe not, but it's worth fighting for anyway," Cage remains in a state of calm anger, "Oh, and that authority you were talking about? It won't last forever."

"I see," McIver begins to leave, "Take care of yourself, Mr. Lucas."

Cage closes the door and walks over to his closet. He opens it and takes out Tom Stuart's wrist-launcher, "Now for my ace."