Cage, Jessica, and Burstein sit around a table at a diner for breakfast. They all sit back, relaxed and celebratory. "A job well done," Burstein tells them, "But I am curious to know what'll happen to you, Carl. With Syndyne exposed and McIver likely to follow, you won't be employed. Won't that interfer with your parole?"

"Well, I won't be going back to Seagate, at least. Chances are, the state will cut me some slack. Y'know, after helping Jessica expose a criminal organization and everything."

"All thanks to you," she gazes at him, "It feels good to finally be vindicated."

"Y'know, I would still be doing commercials if it wasn't for you," he kisses her.

"Don't mention it. Although that spandex costume did look good on you."

"Well, I have to get back to the university," Burstein gathers his things.

"Yeah, I should run too," Jessica stands up, "Do you think McIver will ask you to come into work today?," she jokingly asks Cage.

Cage suddenly hears his text-alert and checks his phone, "Oh, speak of the devil. He wants to see me at his office."

"Will you be okay?," she begins to look concerned.

"I doubt he's gonna pull a hit this late in the game," Cage kisses her on the cheek, "Besides, his weapons are all gone. He's got nothing left."

Not long after that, Cage arrives at McIver's office. He walks in, shutting the door behind him as he enters, "You wanted to see me, boss?," he says dryly. McIver sits quietly behind his desk, silently eyeing him. Cage walks up to him casually, "So should you start or should I?"

"I will," McIver straightens his tie, "I used a weapons dealer. From South America to the Carribean, I was known as the Bushmaster. I would sell weapons to the highest bidder: terrorists, governments, drug lords. It gave me enough eanrings to become a more legitimate businessman."

"Define legitimate."

"I work for the authorities now instead of against them. Otherwise, not much else has changed."

"I guess that is pretty legitimate these days," Cage looks out the window, "Now, since we're finally being so open and honest with one another, you mind if I tell you my theory about your plans?"

"Go ahead."

"You sell weapons to the gangs and criminals in New York. You make a profit. The authorities come to you and ask for help. You let them hire your own personal superhero: me. You make a profit again. The criminals get more dangerous because you're selling better weapons now. The authorities come to you again and you start making more superheroes. You profit even more. Is that about right?"

"That's business, yes. Any arms-dealer will tell you the best way to earn a living is to play both sides against one another."

"And you use Seagate Prison as a way to recruit future buyers. People like the Rivals."

"Very good. In fact, I expected you to be just like all the other criminals. You ended up being nobler than I anticipated."

"Thanks."

"So that's when I decided to turn you into a bounty hunter. No matter what, I knew you could be of use once I had you as a test subject."

"And if anyone caught on to what was going on at Seagate and if anyone realized you actually own Syndyne, you could always use plausible deniability."

"You're very good at this, I must say."

"Now, about Noah Burstein. I know you weren't interested in his medical work but you knew the dangers his technology could bring. You knew there was some chance you could have your very own superhuman."

"Yes. Burstein published his journal. He wrote about the possibility of a test subject with great strength and indestructible skin. I read your file when you volunteered. The rest was as easy as manipulating that guard in sabotaging the experiment in hopes the right outcome would be achieved."

"Rackham."

"The man was an idiot. It didn't take much to push him in the right direction."

"Now, for Jessica Jones. When you knew Jessica was hanging out with me and was on to you, you put a hit on her. You wanted me killed alongside her, right?"

"You were a liability at that point. Besides, the police were already interested in hiring more superhuman bounty hunters. You would've been obsolete once we reopened the nano-experiments. Unfortunately, you were much more difficult to kill than expected."

"Yeah. Sorry to disappoint."

McIver smiles, "Still making jokes. You don't realize how deep this goes. My organization is only one part of a much larger syndicate. Your girlfriend, Jessica Jones, has touched upon it," he stands up calmly and begins to pace around the room, "We're called the Maggia. We're in the cartels, the corporations, even the government. Even if you somehow manage to bring me down, it won't be the end of it."

"I can live with that," Cage starts to leave but turns back, "Just one more thing. Willis Stryker. Where's he at? I expected him to pop out from behind the desk with a bazooka or something."

"You're smart, Carl Lucas, but not smart enough. You think you're invincible but you haven't thought about your girlfriend or the good Dr. Burstein."

Cage stares at him.

"Think about this, Mr. Lucas. Jessica Jones has worked to expose me and Noah Burstein has refused to allow me to use his technology any further. Wouldn't I have incentive to lash out at them? Especially since you are so indestructible, what other choice do I have but to go after those you care about?," Cage lunges toward McIver but he raises a single hand, "That won't solve anything right now. I decided to only attack one of them today. It's entirely a personal matter now. I want you to suffer. Think. Which one did I go after first? The doctor or the reporter? They're in two different parts of New York. Obviously, there probably isn't enough time to make sure both are secure, so you should make up your mind quickly."

Cage darts out of his office. McIver smiles as he watches him go. Jessica or Burstein? Which one is in peril? Cage ponders this as he races out of the building.

Cage bounds through Jessica's front door ripping it completely off its hinges. In the living room, Jessica leaps off her couch and shouts, "What the hell!" Cage looks around the room, "Are you okay?".

"I will be once you buy me a new door."

"McIver's going after you and Burstein."

"Everything's fine here. Oh God, that means..."

"Burstein."

At a parking lot at Empire State University, Busrtein walks to his car. He gets in, starts it, and pulls away. He drives out of the lot just in time for a truck to plow into his front end hard enough to send the car into a spin. The truck doesn't even slow down as it speeds away, leaving a badly damaged car and Burstein inside.