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Carson wakes. He's tied to a chair. He's in a dojo. He's being patrolled by two captors: a yellow sensei and a black cyborg.

He hates that cyborg. And he's going to get her...if it's the last thing he does...

Wing and Knight seem very much at ease. They're smiling. Carson's smiling too. The Daughters of the Dragon have NO idea what they've gotten themselves into by taking him captive...

They ask him the usual bullshit, of course. What he was doing at the docks. Why he tried to kill Wong. Why he tried to kill Knight with noticeably more force.

Wing's fists sure took a beating that night, by the way. Her qi won't be awakening for a while.

Carson doesn't talk, of course. He tells them to kiss their own asses-and that he would certainly kiss both of theirs if he was ever the lucky man who owned their hearts.

Knight rushes forth, and tries to hit him, of course. Wing intervenes, and reminds her that this crazy shrinking man WANTS her to attack him. Knight sighs, and resumes her post. She checks the new messages on the telecomms on her arm.

The Black Ant's suit is sprawled out, and folded, on a low-lying table near a wall. Knight can't help but admire it. She still isn't sure how it's possible. If she knew how to make the suit interface with her arm, she'd try to wear it herself.

Beneath the bonds, Carson wears a black shirt with the big white letters "DEA" on the front. Wing scoffs, thinking that older men would be able to dress less like youths.

She reminds Carson that he said something about a Deathlok while at the docks. She invites him to elaborate on what a Deathlok is, and why he wants to kill one so much.

Carson scoffs. He always knew that Garrett loved torturing him, but to think that he'd program every single specimen of his legacy to not know who he was, or why he ever mattered, seems extreme for even him.

Knight assures him that she's never known anyone named Garrett. And even though she's never called herself Deathlok...that doesn't sound like the worst heroine name she could have for herself...

Wing stops her right there. She reminds her that if she gets a heroine name, they'll both have to have one.

Knight has stopped...but not for the reason Wing thinks. She's gotten a new message on her arm...from Jones.

Carson reminds them that he's the Black Ant. And one way or another, he will resume his duty, and he will topple a world government, and he will have his revenge against the cyborg supersoldier who dared make a fool out of him in the eyes of the cause.

Wing informs him that he's not the first captive who's ever been held in this dojo. (She doesn't tell him, of course, that that captive was an old lady, or that she escaped...)

Wing knows that Murakami is out there. And she's pretty sure he's plotting something...

Knight flags Wing's attention, and puts Jones's message on speakerphone. They and Carson listen.

It's Jones. She has a new client. She says that Davos is in jail and free at the same time. The client might be delusional, but Jones is looking at photo footage of Davos on the streets of the Big Apple that have eerily recent dates on them.

Knight and Wing trade insecure looks. Carson only smiles.

Knight visits Jones in a separate room, just to be sure. Jones shows her Madani's photos. She can't believe what she's seeing. She remembers helping Wing beat Davos into submission. Both halves of him should be in the Raft-as the DHS decided to send him, having labeled him a known threat to homeland security. She borrows a few, to show to Wing.

Jones is going after Free Davos. She tells her and Wing to stay at the dojo. She's aware the Daughters of the Dragon have a history with Davos, and therefore they shouldn't be expected to put him away again so soon after having done it before. Knight understands, and thanks Jones.

Knight shows Wing the photos. She can't believe it either. She's learned about some pretty crazy things since meeting Rand. But if Davos doesn't have the Iron Fist with him-if he does have the Fist with him-he shouldn't be able to be in two places at once.

Carson only smiles. He knows what's going on, of course; but also of course, he won't tell his beautiful captors anything.

Jones yells over their amusement, and bids them adieu. She'd hate to crash this tempting "girl talk" moment, but Davos has a doppelganger out there she needs to find.

Jones briefly acknowledges Carson...who sends a flirtatious look her way, of course. Jones flips him the bird, and leaves the dojo in...as much peace as she can, considering that Wing and Knight are holding Carson in it against his will.

Or, is Carson as unwilling as he seems? The ends will soon justify the means...however long they take to come to pass...

Wing tells her partner to get some rest. She hasn't since they caught Carson. She needs it more than Wing. Plus, it's apparent that Knight needs as much protection from Carson as she can get-as Carson needs as much from himself, because of Knight, that he can get.

Knight agrees, and goes to lie down. Wing stands firm, and patrols Carson's chair. Carson grins. The Daughters of the Dragon have NO idea what's coming.

The sun sets. The moon rises. Outside, it's a quiet night in Chinatown. TOO quiet...

Wing listens. In his chair, Carson appears to be asleep. The lights are on. Wing is tired, and anxiously awaits her own turn at some rest.

She hears something. She looks around. She thinks she sees a shadow outside...but it passes. She tries to calm the qi energy in her fists.

Knight comes back. She's ready to pick up Wing's slack. Wing tells her to be quiet. Knight understands her signal, and raises her guard. She arms her arm. In the chair, Carson doesn't move.

Someone is outside. And Wing, at least, is about to get haunted by a VERY dangerous ghost from her boyfriend's past...