CHAPTER - 15 { Silent Death }

In the dark space, lights glowed and filtered the shadows. Creed raised his chest and felt a sense of warmth in him.

Tu! Tu! Tu!

The lights turned on. There in the spacious floor, just slightly smaller than the top floor, various machines and equipment were stationed.

Here he had everything he needed to create his suit. Creed stepped and checked all the machines and equipment. None were damaged or in any bad condition.

Without further delay, he went to the top floor and brought down all the materials necessary for the suit.

"Let's see."

Standing before the wall, with many screens, he switched them on and saw the screens flashing lights.

A smile bloomed on his face, the screens all lit up and displayed the home side. He uploaded the cloaking technology data in them and viewed it once again.

Seeing nothing wrong, he connected the monitors with all the machines on the other side. Everything in this bunker worked with wired internet.

And it was impossible for any network from outside to connect with the internet inside. It was designed to be this way. Everything was wired.

Creed then put the different materials in different machines to be processed and refined before being used.

In the middle of the floor, Creed pushed a large table and placed all his plans and designs of the suit.

"The suit must be electrically linked and tough enough to take hits from an assault rifle. And grenades as well."

He laid out sheets of paper on the table. Picking up a pencil, he started drawing the basic look of the suit.

Like anyone of his normal black suit, this one had to appear nothing out of ordinary. And perfectly fit him.

The impact absorber would be on the surface and the cloaking technology would be in between. The innermost layer has to be smooth and soft.

Hours passed as Creed drew the designs of the suit. After many mistakes and redos, finally when the sun rose from the sea horizon outside, the designs for the suit were complete.

* * *

Year- 2010.

Somewhere up in the skies, floating were white clouds. The daylight shone on the land.

SWOOSH!

Suddenly something flew in the clouds with extremely fast speed, just like jet fighters but this 'something' was too small to be one.

Red and yellow it was colored, humanoid in shape, reflecting the sunlight it was, hard like metal it looked.

Inside this unseen armor, Tony Stark reviewed all the files he had about Gulmira in Afghanistan, which was currently facing terrorists.

The terrorists were the Ten Rings, led by Abu Bakaar. Gulmira was also the home town of Ho Yinsen, Tony's dead friend.

With the super fast flying capabilities of the armor, Tony reached his destination in a matter of minutes. Down on the land, the terrorists were gunning down civilians.

Bam!

With a burst of flames from his feet and palms, he sped up to the land. Creating an arc in the sky, his body descended down very quickly.

THUD!

He did a proper landing unlike his past practices with the armor. Tony then grabbed one of the terrorists and threw him up in the air.

Bam!

He fired an energy blast from his palm and knocked out another terrorist badly. Energy blasts were very deadly but when in control, shouldn't directly kill the target.

One after another he stopped the terrorist from killing the innocent civilians.

BOOM!

Tony flew up in the air again, this time going towards the center of the problem. It was the supplements, Jericho missiles and weapons from Stark Industries.

'That is it.'

Tony thought, as he saw the missiles from Stark Industries. He sped up and flew towards it but out of nowhere a shot hit him.

BOOM!

It was a missile from a tank down there. Tony was surprised, did a tank with no targeting system just knock him down from the sky.

The aim for doing something that must be praised. Unfortunately Tony didn't have any time to waste. From the deep crater, he stood up and dodged another round from the very tank.

Then he raised his right arm and shot a small missile at the tank. It was very small, almost harmless looking.

The tiny rocket bomb, stuck on the tank. Then with Tony's walk to the opposite direction, the tank exploded to bits.

BOOM!

Huge pieces of metal and some human flesh chunks flew with flames and smoke.

Da! Da! Da! Da!

The terrorists, taking cover behind barricades, rain bullets at Tony. But with the armor as protection, only scratches were given.

He flew above the ground and locked his energy blasts at the Jericho missiles.

BOOM!

With the energy blasts, the Jericho missiles exploded engulfing the entire place including all the terrorists residing there.

WOOSH!

Tony flew away from the place, leaving behind the walls of flames visible from the skies.

* * *

Australia, Dampier.

The underground bunker, inside the bottom floor. Creed sat down on the chair with an exhausted body.

His hair now fell past his shoulders, his beard dense, dark circles around his eyes, his face colorless and pale.

Before him, enclosed behind a glass container. Displayed was a black suit, with black gloves and a black mask which covered the entire head.

"Silent Death! Hahahaha! A masterpiece!"

The suit featured cloaking technology, super impact absorption, assault rifle bullets and medium explosion proof as well as providing silent movements.

"No one will know. No one can see, no one can hear, no one can notice and no one will trace."

Wiping away the droplets of tears from his eyes, he stood up and stepped up the stairs to the upper floor.

First he needed to rest, and eat food. His body was really facing malnutrition. Creed slept for an entire day before waking up with a grumbling stomach.

He ate his fill, then took a shower. Shaving his dense beard and trimming his long hair to chin length, he was now much better in looks.

In the past few months, he rejected two deals. One from S.H.I.E.L.D., and the other from Wilson Grant Fisk.

'I lost a lot of time.'

Creed thought. He stretched his arms and legs, then exercised his body. After working out of a few hours, only then did he feel good.

The suit has been made, now it has entered the testing period. He had to see if the suit could be put to use in his missions.

"Unfortunately, I couldn't understand Gravitonium. From my progress with it, I will need at least two years before I can make use of Gravitonium."

He sighed and sat on the sofa. The only time he went out of the bunker was to get food.

Since he was done with all the work, Creed packed his bag and luggages. He was planning to leave Australia now.

A day later he boarded a flight going to New York City. Then taking a taxi, he returned to his apartment room.

The rent was paid on the first day of each month, which of most time was wasteful but he had no other option.

Or he had? He could forcefully take the property but it would make him suspicious.

The news channels were as persistent as ever. News about Tony Stark and Stark Industries still were in discussion.

Recently, terrorists increased in number. Many public transports were hijacked and people died. The US government was doing their best to cope with it.

Creed walked the street near Central park. Some protesters were protesting against the military, feminist were stupid as always.

The rainbow flag on the footpath made Creed disgusted. He circled around it and disappeared in the crowd.

By the time he came back to his apartment, it was sunset. Just as he was about to open his room door, the door next to it swung open.

A woman, likely in her early twenties, stepped out of the room. She saw Creed and was a little surprised.

"Hey, I am new here. I thought I should greet my neighbors but you weren't there so… Nice to meet you, my name is Karen Page."

"Hello, nice to meet you too. My name is Guston Creed. It's nice to have a beautiful neighbor like you."

He returned the greetings and showed his charming smile to Karen. They both talked for a minute then Karen mentioned she was going to a party and left.

Creed was pleased to meet Karen, she was very social. He entered his room and closed the door behind.