“Sir the reports have been confirmed, the presence of a miniature arc reactor unmoving located in upstate New York”
“So presumably there is an armor attached to that reactor, and even if there isn’t MECH obtaining that efficient a power source, will no doubt further expand our operations. Gather the helicopters and the men, we are taking that reactor by force.”
“Right away sir.”
Silas smirked. Long had MECH sought the Iron Man Armor, and now they would have it, with even an out of date model, their troops could easily become the most powerful in the world. This coupled with the DiNGuS earlier this week, and the future appears to be a favorable one.
“So what brings you out here today Mr. Stark?”
“Just checking in on some of our factories, after that snafu with Justin Hammer, I’m paying a little closer attention to where I leave tech lying around, I have an old Mark VII lying around here, and I’m going to take it home with the rest of the suits. That way it’s not out for somebody to waltz in and steal it.”
“So you won’t be needing the car boss?”
“No happy, I’m going to ride back to New York after this. This armor has been sitting unused for a while now. I don’t want to fly back only to have it short out on me.”
“Sir, the reactor is moving, but only at about twenty five miles an hour”
“Change course, looks like this won’t be as simple as we thought. Inform some of our automotive forces to intercept.” The half-dozen modified Hueys then turned to their new Easterly course. “With any luck, Stark will be too preoccupied with the Avengers to come and stop us.”
With a lot of sudden swerving in and out of traffic, Tony was jolted back awake.
“Something wrong Happy? You aren’t falling asleep on me here?”
“No boss I think we are being followed, see those green cars-” Happy was cut off as one of the sporty cars rammed the limo, and a black clad figure wielding a futuristic gun popped out of the sun roof.
“Looks like this old thing will be getting a test run after all. Buy me a minute or two Happy”
“You got it boss” Happy began accelerating and swerving to avoid the attacking MECH agents. He was gaining distance, when a helicopter came over the ridge and flipped the limo with a near missing missile.
“Happy are you ok?” A groaning from the front indicated he still lived, albeit unconscious, donning the helmet, Stark was now armored and ready to do battle, ripping Happy out of the front seat he set him aside. “Gah!” Stark was hit in the back by one of MECH’s energy weapons, it packed a formidable punch. “Alright no more Mr. Nice Billionaire Playboy”
So Iron Man in the Mk. VII (Silver Centurion) Armor
53 MECH Agents lead by Silas in a half dozen helicopters and a dozen cars. (3 people to a vehicle)