Chapter 19: CHAPTER 19 BONUS CHAPTER
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In flight mode, Aidan Parker reached the desolate mountain range in record time. He circled once, his sensors mapping the terrain below, then banked his silver-white Archangel wings and descended, landing silently on a weathered grey rock outcropping. The Ten Rings stronghold was near. Flying higher would be like lighting a flare in the dead of night.
The magnificent wings dissolved into a silent, flowing river of black metal, the micro-robots cascading down his body to form a low-slung, ground-hugging vehicle beneath his feet. He glided quietly over the rocky terrain, a phantom moving through the shadows. This is good, he thought, but it has limits. He mused on the possibilities of bio-integration. True survivability comes from adaptation. Self-repair. Active camouflage. Life. But that was a project for another time, another world. For now, this would have to be enough.
He soon reached the perimeter of the enemy camp. Hiding behind a cluster of boulders, he activated his sensor suite. The world dissolved into a wireframe of heat signatures and structural data. He mapped the patrol routes, the guard posts, the ammunition depots. And then he found him. A single, strong life sign deep within a cave, another fainter one beside it. Tony Stark and Dr. Yinsen. He had his targets.
He waited. Night fell like a thick, black blanket over the desert. The camp was lax, its inhabitants overconfident in their isolation. As the patrol shifts changed, Aidan began his work.
From his position in the darkness, he put on a pair of optical lenses connected to his neural headband. The world became a transparent map of enemy positions. Three of the electromagnetic arrow cones on his waist lifted silently into the air. His mind painted the trajectories, and with a thought, he gave the command.
The arrows launched with a faint, almost inaudible hiss. Three guards on a patrol route crumpled to the ground without a sound, a neat, cauterized hole drilled through each of their chests. Before they could fall and make a noise, inky black tendrils of micro-robots shot out from Aidan's position, catching the bodies and lowering them gently into the shadows. Aidan glided past them, a wraith harvesting lives in the dark.
He repeated the process, methodically and silently eliminating the outer patrols. But perfection is impossible. A terrorist, stepping out of a tent to relieve himself after a card game, stumbled upon one of the bodies lying in a pool of blood. He didn't even have time to unbutton his pants. His eyes went wide with terror, and he lifted his AK-47, spraying a panic-fueled burst of gunfire into the night sky.
The camp exploded into a chaos of shouts and running feet. "What is it? What happened!" the Ten Rings leader bellowed, storming out of his tent.
"FK! Someone has infiltrated the camp! Find him!" he roared, seeing the corpses. "Check on the others!"
At that moment, from the darkness beyond the campfires, the blue plasma cutters of a sleek, silver motorcycle ignited, casting an eerie glow. A lone figure was sitting on it.
"The enemy is there!" the leader grinned, leveling his rifle. "Light him up!"
A wall of lead and fire erupted from the camp, all aimed at the impossibly futuristic motorcycle. But the next moment shocked them into silence. The bike, defying all known physics, accelerated from a standstill to a blur in an instant. It became a silver-white hurricane of violence, a blue streamer of energy that shot directly toward the main cave entrance. The bullets couldn't even catch its shadow.
Guards at the cave mouth raised their own rifles, but it was useless. As the motorcycle screamed past the explosives they had placed as a final defense, two of Aidan's plasma arrows lanced out, piercing the crates. The resulting chain reaction of explosions served only to cover his entrance. He blasted through the inferno, rampaging down the narrow stone tunnels. Bullets ricocheted with angry whines off his microbot armor, leaving harmless sparks in his wake. Any terrorist who stood in his path was met with a silent, deadly plasma blade to the heart or throat.
He reached the heavy, rusted iron gate of Tony's prison. Without slowing, his plasma cutters sliced through it as if it were wet paper. He crashed into the cave.
The microbots that formed his armor flowed away from his body, revealing the teenager beneath. He smiled at the two dumbfounded men inside. "Mr. Stark. Dr. Yinsen. I presume?"
Behind him, in the tunnel, his electromagnetic arrows danced through the air, their elegant, sweeping motions punctuated by the thud of falling bodies. Any terrorist brave or stupid enough to charge the passage was met with a silent blue light passing through their body. The narrow confines made the arrows lethally efficient.
"…Parker?" Tony finally managed, his voice a hoarse whisper. "How did you get in here?"
"I detected your life signs and came to the rescue, of course," Aidan said calmly. The microbots from his motorcycle flowed to block the shredded entrance, forming a solid, impenetrable wall. He then recalled his three arrows, which zipped back to him, their energy depleted. He swapped them with three fresh ones from his belt, which immediately shot out to take up guarding positions.
"Your situation seems… less than ideal," Aidan observed, walking over to Tony.
"Listen to me," Tony said, his voice regaining some of its familiar authority. "This is not a place for a kid. You need to get out of here."
"Thank you for your concern," Aidan shrugged indifferently. He turned to the other man. "Aidan Parker. Midtown School of Science." He extended a hand.
"Yinsen," the doctor replied, shaking his hand in a daze.
Tony, realizing the futility of his command, just rubbed his forehead. "Not only did you make weapons, you made an army of micro-robots." He stared at the wall his machine had just formed.
"Yes," Aidan said, picking up a damaged microbot that had fallen to the floor. "They're linked by a magnetic-axis servo system. Effective, but the material strength isn't what it could be. They took some damage coming in." If he'd used the jet thrusters, they would never have touched him, but the noise would have been a problem.
"It seems we're saved!" Yinsen said, a wave of joyous relief washing over him.
"Not yet," Tony corrected, pointing a shaky finger at the glowing electromagnet in his chest. "I have to replace this power source first. Otherwise, the shrapnel in my chest will kill me."
"What's wrong?" Aidan asked, feigning ignorance.
"Bomb fragments," Tony said seriously. "Too close to my heart for surgery. This magnet is the only thing keeping them from finishing the job."
"It's alright," Aidan said, gesturing to the sealed entrance where his arrows stood sentinel. "I've already destroyed all of their heavy explosives. All they have left are rifles and grenades. They can't get through." He looked at Tony's workbench, where the pieces of a new, brilliant device were laid out. "Take all the time you need, Mr. Stark. No one is getting through that door."
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