Burstein lays in a hospital bed, unsconscious and hooked up to monitors. Cage and Jessica watch over him, Cage distraught. Jessica wraps her arms around his shoulders, "The doctors say he's gonna pull through."
"This ends here," Cage stands to his feet, "He's gone after both of you so far."
"There has to be more to this. He's already gone after me but failed," Jessica tells him, "He didn't try it a second time. He went after Dr. Burstein instead. He chose him tonight for a reason."
"McGiver knew I would try to protect you first."
"Not just that. Look, he wants to create more people like you, right? He needs the nano-technology to do that. Burstein stopped working for him. He doesn't have access to the technology anymore. So how can he give anyone superpowers?"
"He's stealing the nanos!," Cage begins to rush out of the hospital room, "Keep an eye on Burstein."
"Cage!"
"Yeah?," he briefly turns back.
"Be careful."
A pair of metal boots walk down the hallway to Burstein's office. The boots belong to a figure in a longcoat who stops once it reaches the office. A metal gauntlet punches through the door, knocking out the doorknob and lock. The door swings open as the shadowy figure stands in the doorway; a shadow passing over the canister of nanobots.
Soon, Cage comes racing onto the university quad, stopping once he sees someone approaching. Willis Stryker emerges from the science department building, canister in hand and a long overcoat covering most of his body.
"Stryker."
"Lucas."
"Still taking stuff that don't belong to you?"
"Still acting like your shit don't stink?"
"Give me the nanobots."
"Come and take `im."
Stryker shrugs the coat off his shoulders, revealing his black body suit and the exo-skeleton wrapped around him. He takes out the headgear and places it over his face, covering his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose. While he still holds the canister, he flips his wrists, unlocking the chambers on his gauntlets, then raises his arms, unraveling the twin metal coils from each chamber, allowing them to flail into the air. Cage approaches, only for Stryker to whip one coil into his chin, knocking him off his feet. While he is still in mid-air, Stryker whirls the second coil over his head, hitting Cage across the face and sending him tumbling through the quad.
Stryker races under an overhang of another building, wrapping a coil around a pillar and swinging vertically around to a second one as Cage follows. Stryker pulls the coil tightly, breaking both pillars in half. A large chunk of the overhang crumbles along with the a portion of the second floor. It drops on Cage, burying him under tons of rubble just before Stryker runs back across the quad. A few seconds pass as the pile of concrete, bookshelves, and tables remain unchanged. Then they begin to shift, some tables and shelves sliding off the slabs of concrete. Cage pushes the debris off his back, grunting loudly as he strains his muscles, eventually managing to slip out from under it. Meanwhile, Stryker makes his way to a train overpass. He sends a coil up to a maintenance ladder and retracts the cable, riding up toward the tracks. Cage arrives on the scene just in time for a train to pass overhead. Stryker uses a coil to latch onto the it, riding it along the overpass before swinging underneath it, flying up to the otherside of the and latching onto it a second time. He reels himself in, landing on the roof where he digs his hand in with his gauntlet. He looks back with a cocky grin as he rides it out of the university campus. Undaunted, Cage follows, knowing exactly where he's headed.
McIver International. Night. On the top floor, McIver looks out over New York silently. The door opens behind him and Stryker walks in, setting the canister on his desk, "I got your stuff."
"Well done," McIver turns around and examines the canister.
"So what about Sonny and the Stuart brothers? Are we getting them out soon?"
"I assume Carl Lucas isn't dead?," McIver brushes him off as he hefts the canister in his hands.
"I don't know. He didn't follow me after I whupped his ass."
"If you didn't see a body, it's best to assume he's still alive and is coming for us."
"Okay, but what about my boys?"
McIver turns to him, "Let security know to suit up. They should be ready when he gets here. Let them soften him up a little before you engage."
"Yeah,... sure," Stryker leaves, giving McIver a suspicious look in the process.