Iron Man Page #6

I actually almost bought it,

hook, line and sinker.

I was out of town for a couple

of months, in case you didn't hear.

Is this what you call

accountability?

It's a town called Gulmira.

Heard of it?

- When were these taken?

- Yesterday.

- I didn't approve any shipment.

- Well, your company did.

Well, I'm not my company.

- Please, do you mind?

- Have you seen these pictures?

- What's going on? - Tony, you

can't afford to be this naive.

I was naive before,

when they said:

Here's the line, we don't cross it,

this is how we do business.

If we're double-dealing

under the table... are we?

Let's take a picture.

Come on.

Picture time!

Tony... who do you

think locked you out?

I was the one who filed

the injunction against you.

It's the only way

I can protect you.

The fifteen miles hike

to the outskirts of Gulmira

can only be described

as a 'descent into Hell'.

Into a modern day

heart of darkness.

Simple farmers and herders

from peaceful villages

have been driven

from their homes

displaced from their

lands by warlords,

emboldened by

a newfound power.

Villagers have been

forced to take shelter

in whatever ways

that they can find.

In the ruins of other villages

or here, in the remnants of

the old Soviet smelting plant.

Recent violence has been

attributed to a group

of foreign fighters, reffered to

by locals as the Ten Rings.

As you can see, these men are

heavily armed and on a mission.

A mission that can prove fatal to

anyone who stands in their way.

With no political will or

international pressure,

there's very little hope

for these refugees.

Around me, a woman begging

for news on her husband

who was kidnapped

by insurgents.

Either forced to

join their militia...

...to anyone who will stop

a child's simple question:

"Where are my

mother and father?"

There's very little hope

for these refugees,

refugees who can only wonder

who, if anyone, will help.

Faster!

Women on the trucks!

The weapons here!

Abandon houses!

Hurry up!

Hold this rebel!

Put him with the others.

Father!

What the hell is this?

Kill this bastard!

You are incopetent!

Turn your head!

Father!

He is all yours.

AIR BASE EDWARDS,

CALIFORNIA:

- What the hell was that?

- Are we clear to go in there?

No, sir. They were

using human shields.

We never got the green light.

Department of State,

they're gonna be all over this.

We got a bogey.

Is CIA on the line?

I got them on line,

they wanna know if it's us.

No, that definitely

is not us, sir.

- It wasn't navy.

- Wasn't marines.

I need answers! Can I please

get eyes on target?

Get me colonel Rhodes

from the Weapons developement

down here now!

We ran an ID check

and crossed reference

with all known databases.

We have nothing.

Any high-altitude surveillance

in the region?

We've got an AWAC and

a Global Hawk in the area.

So this things just

appeared out of nowhere?

How come it didn't

show up on the Radar?

It's got a minimum Radar

cross-section, sir.

- Is it stealth?

- No, sir. It's tiny.

We think it's an

unmanned aerial vehicle.

Colonel, what are we

dealing with here?

I'm gonna make a call.

- Hello?

- Tony?

- Who is this?

- It's Rhodes.

Sorry, hello?

- I said it's Rhodes.

- Speak up, please.

- What the hell is that noise?

- I'm driving with the top down.

Yeah, well I need

your help right now.

It's funny how

that works, huh?

Yeah, speaking of funny,

we got a weapons depot

that was just blown up

a few cliques from where

you've been held captive.

- Well, that's a hot spot.

Sounds like someone stepped in

and did you job for you.

Why do you sound

out of breath, Tony?

- I was just jogging at the canyon.

- I thought you were driving.

Right, I was driving to the

canyon where I'm gonna jog.

Are you sure you don't have

any tech in that area...

...I should know about?

- Nope.

Bogey spotted!

Okay, good, cause I'm

staring at one right now

and it's about to be

blown to kingdom come

War room, this is Whiplash One.

I've got the bogey in my sight.

- Whiplash One, what is it?

- I've got no idea.

- You have radio contact?

- Non responsive, sir.

Then you are clear to engage.

Bogey just went supersonic.

I got a lock!

Incoming missile.

- Flairs!

Wait a second!

Bogey deployed flairs.

Deploy flaps!

Holly... this thing just

drove off the Radar, sir!

Satellite image has been lost.

- No way that's the U.A.V.

- What is it?

I can't see anything.

Whatever it was,

it just bought the farm.

I think bogey has

been handled, sir.

- Hello? - Hi, Rhodey, it's me.

- It's who?

I'm sorry, it IS me. You asked

what that was, and it was me.

No, see.. this isn't a game.

You do not send civilian equipment

into my active war zone.

You understand that?

It's not a piece of equipment.

I am in it. It's a suit. It's me!

Rhodey, you got anything for me?

Mark your position and

return to base. - Roger that.

On your belly!

It looks like a... man!

Shake him off!

Move, move!

I'm hit!

I'm hit!

Eject! Eject!

Whiplash One down.

- Whiplash 2, do you see a chute?

- Negative! No chute! No chute!

My chute's jammed!

Sir, I've got a visual

on a bogey.

Whiplash 2, reengage. If you

get a clear shot, you take it!

Major, we don't even know what we're

shooting at. Call off the Raptors.

That thing just took out an F-22

inside the legal no-fly zone.

Whiplash 2, if you have

a clear shot, take it.

They've been reengaged.

Execute evasive maneuver.

Keep going!

Got a chute!

Got a chute!

- Tony, are you still there?

- Hey, thanks.

Oh my God, you crazy

son of a b*tch!

You owe me a plane,

you know that, right?

Yeah, well, technically

he hit me, so...

Now are you gonna come by and

see what I'm working on? - No, no.

The less I know the better.

Now what am I supposed

to tell to the press?

Training excercise.

Isn't that the usual BS?

It's not that simple.

An unfortunate

training excercise

involving an F-22 Raptor

occurred yesterday.

I'm pleased to report that

the pilot was not injured.

As for the unexpected turn of

events on the ground in Gulmira,

it is still unclear who

or what intervened,

but I can assure you that the U.S.

government was not involved.

Oh, it isn't that bad, sir.

Sir, the more you struggle,

the more this is going to hurt.

Be gentle,

this is my first time.

I designed this to come off.

Please try not to move.

What's going on here?

Let's face it, this is not the worst

thing you've caught me doing.

Are those bullet holes?

Welcome.

Compliments of Tony Stark.

If you killed him when you were

supposed to, you'd still have a face.

You paid us trinkets

to kill a prince.

Show me the weapon.

Come. Leave your

guards outside.

His escape bore

unexpected fruit.

So this is how he did it.

This is only a first crude effort.

Stark has perfected his design.

He has made a

masterpiece of death.

A man with a dozen of these

can rule all of Asia.

And you dream of Stark's throne.

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