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Someone's outside Wing's dojo. And they might not be alone...

Wing powers her fists. They glow white. Knight arms her arm. She gives Black Ant's suit a sad look.

Carson smiles. He doesn't dread this one bit.

Murakami falls from the dojo rafters. Wing's fists darken. Knight gapes. Murakami greets them in Japanese.

Wing and Knight surround Carson. They insist that Carson's their prisoner, and he's not leaving this dojo.

Murakami nods, admitting he understands. But then, that's why he's brought backup.

"STEP AWAY FROM HIM!"

Without trying to, Knight and Wing back away from Carson. They look around, and at each other, confused.

"Pretend to be statues," she orders. "And keep your weaponry sheathed!"

Both Daughters obey. They still don't know what's going on...

Murakami smiles, and walks past them. Neither Knight nor Wing flinch. And he walks right past their arms... He cuts Carson loose, of course, with a dagger-the same one he once almost killed Jones with.

"You died," Wing says, while still standing still. "A building fell on you."

Murakami starts to say something in Japanese. The strange feminine voice orders him to speak English.

Murakami hesitates, but speaks. "The Daredevil survived, didn't he?"

Carson doesn't take long to put his Black Ant suit back on. He swaggers next to Murakami, who's drawn a pair of tonfas.

A woman appears, next to Murakami. She wears purple clothing. She's brunette...like her father, Kevin Thompson. Jones would know him as Kilgrave.

Knight asks who she is. Wing's wondering the same thing.

Thompson just smiles. "Let's just say that I'm only here for the money. And so far, it's been fun. I've gotten to ride a dragon, and everything!"

"So," Wing sneers, "you're the Purple Rider. Not to be rude, but...why did you run?"

Thompson tells them that they're not her targets. Her boss only wants her and the dragon to kill specific people. He never says why; he just gives her their names and descriptions, and sends the dragon to where they are. She reminds them that she still owes Wong an execution...if he isn't dead already.

Here, Carson admits that he shouldn't be. As badly as his army of ants ate up Wong, they could've done worse.

And here, he takes the opportunity to enlarge his fists to the size of boxing gloves, and punch Knight-several times, as if she were a punching bag. He shrinks himself, and goes rappelling into her boobs. He spelunks in her panties. He crawls into her prosthetic arm, and sabotages it.

Thompson sighs, lumbers over, and kicks Knight in the ass. "Hey, Carson! You about done in there? The boss expects us back soon!"

Black Ant leaps out of Knight's boobs, and re-sizes himself back to normal. He slaps Knight on the ass, really hard, and admits that Garrett might not have made a bad choice choosing a hot black girl to be his next protege. With some luck, she should be the only thing he made better than Grant Ward. But with a lot of Carson's luck, however, he's going to find out who Knight's next fiance's going to be, and he's going to show up at the wedding, and make himself look like a hero while...

Thompson puts her hand on Carson's shoulder, and reminds him that there'll be better times. Carson sighs, shrinks himself, and stows away in Thompson's bra.

Thompson walks in circles around the petrified Wing, and sighs. "Those fists," she mutters sadly. "You remind me, a bit, of the targets I've thus been sent to kill. Too bad I haven't seen you open portals to faraway places...like my boss has." She leans in. "SO cool," she whispers, "by the way..."

Wing's eyes bug slightly. Knight's narrow...along with the leak of "rape tears" already running from them.

Murakami walks around the frozen Daughters, flipping his tonfas in his hands. He reminds them that they once tried to withhold the Iron Fist from him and his fellow Hand leaders.

With that, he uses one tonfa to knock Wing unconscious. He uses the other, of course, to do the same thing to Knight. On the upside, they don't have to tire themselves to stand still anymore. On the other hand, this is not a very strategic place for either of them to lose consciousness.

Murakami re-handles his tonfas. He admits that if he didn't already know of a way he and the Hand could get what they still need without having to kidnap Rand again, he wouldn't leave Wing or Knight alive.

The Daughters don't hear this, alas. They're both unconscious.

Thompson smiles, and asks Murakami what they should do about the Daughters. Wing might be one of the boss's targets...

Murakami shakes his head. He knows Wing, and he knows the boss's targets, and she isn't one. Nonetheless, they're a liability as long as they've seen as much as they have. But still, they're both WAY too pretty to just dispose of on the spot...

Black Ant raises his arm, from between Thompson's boobs, signalling that he agrees. Thompson sighs, and uses her finger to stuff Carson back down between them.

Thompson admits that as strong as they both are, she could use her powers to turn them into weapons against anyone who dares oppose her, Murakami, and the rest of the team. Murakami likes the sound of that...but admits he doesn't anticipate anything that might happen to him, or Free Davos, if Thompson can't keep them in line.

Thompson assures them both that she is the daughter of Kilgrave. Only one person has ever resisted her father's mind control and succeeded...and the chances are one in seven billion that she lives anywhere in the Big Apple.

And here, it's pretty clear that Thompson's father was SO bad at fathering, that he clearly never taught his daughter the difference between slim chance and no chance...