CHAPTER - 14 { Preparing 'THE SUIT' }

In India, somewhere in a mountain range there was a small ashram near a waterfall straight from the mountain top.

Out in the open, under the soft gaze of the melting sun, Creed stretched out his arms and legs. Then performed some basic body movements.

For the past few months he has been staying here in the ashram, for herbal and traditional medicine. The Gurujii of the ashram helped him many times before.

His hitman identity was absolutely hidden, he got help from Gurujii because he was famous in this region.

"Looks like you have returned to your perfect form."

Stepping out of the house, Gururi, an old man wearing only a single layer of orange cloth, said with a happy smile.

"Thank you, Gurujii! It's all because of you."

Creed joined his palms and bowed down to show his gratitude and respect for the Gurujii. His already long hair now reached his shoulder, his beard was full and he looked slightly older.

"You are always welcome here, son. Anything you need help, just come. The doors of the ashram are always open."

Saying this with his smile still maintained, Gurujii walked back inside the house. Creed looked at his back and sighed.

'Gurujii has grown so old.'

He shifted his eyes to his hands, clenching them he thought of how everyone who was born had to die sometime in the future.

Some might leave earlier, some might leave late. But ultimately, everyone would perish.

Later, Creed packed his luggage and bid farewell to the Gurujii before heading back to the nearest city from the mountain range.

* * *

Bam!

Creed laid back on the couch and finally relaxed. Then he remembered, he had a lot of work to do. Since he was away, he couldn't make time to see his reward from the last mission with the S.H.I.E.L.D.

He grabbed the bag, and unzipped it. From inside, he pulled out two objects.

One was the device where the cloaking technology data was stored. The other one was a glass container with a strange thing in it.

Gravitonium, an extremely rare, high atomic number element that possessed unique gravitational properties.

Gravitonium has an atomic number of 123 and an atomic mass of 308. Creed was very lucky and found this single piece of container in the Hydra base.

Even though he didn't know about it, after reading its record and information, he was truly shocked. The Hydra members were trying to experiment on it but unfortunately for them, Creed arrived.

No one has ever tested or experimented Gravitonium, its very existence was ghostly. If Creed was successful, he could be the first one to utilize it.

"Of course! Here's the fucking problem. I don't know shit about this thing other than the fact that it can create gravitation."

Leaning forward, he rested his elbows on the table and supported his chin. On his face, there was a troublesome look.

Continuing to stare at the container for hours, he almost fell asleep.

"I will see this afterwards. For now, let's focus on cloaking technology."

Muttering, he picked up his laptop and connected the device. It was very difficult to understand the fundamentals of cloaking.

It wasn't a one day period. Creed spent most of his time studying and understanding it before he could at least figure out how it worked.

* * *

In a bar, Creed sat before the counter and waited for his beer to be served. On the television, the latest news was being played.

Soon the news channel took a pause and immediately changed the topic to breaking news, causing Creed to raise his eyebrow.

[Tony Stark rescued!]

[Tony Stark called for an interview! Please stay with us to see how the interview went. It will be live in a few moments.]

'Rescued? I thought they would kill him because he created weapons but the military was quite serious and safely got to Stark.'

Creed heard the commotion behind him because of this breaking news in almost every news channel in the televisions and phones.

"Sir, your beer."

The bartender brought him his beer. Creed drank some and watched the live interview. In it, Tony Stark appeared not gravely injured or wounded.

Only one of his hands was injured. Tony Stark then talked about how the Stark Industries manufactured weapons and sold them to every possible buyer.

"From now onwards, the Stark Industries will no longer be making weapons and selling them!"

The entire hall, packed with interviewers, exploded into gasps and shock. Each individual recorded everything that Tony Stark just said.

"Why the sudden change?"

Creed questioned in puzzlement. The only reason Stark Industries was able to become so huge, it's all due to them making weapons like guns and missiles.

'It will only create further trouble for him.'

Shaking his head, Creed quickly finished his beer and left the bar. He had yet to put the cloaking technology in his suit.

That new black suit, it would be his best creation, bulletproof, cloaking and the gravitational distortion if possible.

He would become unkillable.

In his apartment room, he sat on the couch and started uploading the data to a microchip. After careful consideration, he also decided to get black gloves.

And instead of his black metal mask, he would be using a cloth one which covered his entire head.

Now, he needed to visit one of his secret bases to build the suit. Which wasn't in the US, but in Australia.

Going to the top fabric manufacturer, Creed placed an order for the best fabric they produced. Then he purchased a large amount of Sorbothane and other chemicals.

Once these tasks were finished, he changed clothes and went to an electronics store for some hardware.

Two days passed and he was finally done with all the materials required for creating his 'THE SUIT'. Which he planned to name later.

Taking a flight in the morning, he traveled to his destination, Australia.

The secret base present here was located on the edge of the Dampier land. It was an underground bunker built in the year 1977.

Hidden behind thousands of rocks, unnoticed by millions of eyes it stayed there for years totally undisturbed.

Except Creed had made it into his secret base, where he built all his gadgets and custom equipment.

He went there at night time. Once he reached the location, he crouched down and swiped the rocks on the ground.

One of which was a button. Then with silent rumbles a underground passage split opened before his eyes.

The stairs in it extended deep in the dark. Creed quickly stepped down and the passage closed without any trace or track left behind of its existence.

Click!

The lights switched on. The underground bunker, unlike the one of Hydra's, didn't have many floors, just two.

The top one was where he could live and store everything and the bottom floor was where he worked.

The top floor was very wide and spacious. There were furniture like sofas and beds, and kitchen appliances. A bathroom stall on the left and a large television on the opposite wall.

Putting away all his luggages, he went to one particular corner of the floor and pressed a hidden button.

Tu! Tu! Tu!

The concealed door leading to the bottom floor appeared, and opened. Creed walked down and reached a dark space.

Once his presence was known, several lights glowed in the dark space.

"Work time, baby."