"On a vérifié ses empreintes et on n'a rien trouvé, même pas son nom." (We ran his prints. We got nothing back, not even a name.) The lead inspector said as he walked next to Tony as I was a step behind, casually dressed with a gun now strapped to my thigh.
"Où allons-nous ?" (Where are we going?) Tony asked as he pointed at the doors.
"Par là. En fait on ne sait même pas s'il parle. Il a pas dit un mot depuis qu'il est arrivé, pas un son." (Over there. We're not even sure he speaks English. He hasn't said a word since he got here.) The inspector said as he looked at me for a second and lead us to the doors.
"Cinq minutes." (Five minutes.) Tony said as he looked at me for a second.
"I'll be fine." He said to me as I nodded.
"Non, non s'il vous plaît tout ira bien." (No, no please, everything will be fine). Tony said as the guard at the doors opened them.
"Cinq minutes." (Five minutes.) The guard said before the doors were closed.
"Où puis-je voir ce qui s'y passe ?" (Where can I see what is going on in there?) I asked as I looked at the inspector.
"Par ici." (Right this way.) The inspector said as he motioned at the door and opened it. I entered and saw three screens with three different angles of the holding cell where Tony was with the man from the race track.
"Pretty decent tech. Cycles per second were a little low. You could have doubled up your rotations. You focused the repulsor energy through ionised plasma channels. It's effective. Not very efficient. But it's a passable knock-off. I don't get it. A little fine tuning you could have made a solid pay check. You could have sold it to North Korea, China, Iran, or gone onto the black market. You look like you got friends in low places." Tony said as he later sat down on the bench at the safe distance.
"You come from a family of thieves and butchers. And now, like all guilty men, you try to rewrite your own history. And you forget all the lives the Stark family has destroyed." The man said as he looked up at Tony.
'He is very calm...' I noted to myself as I kept looking and listening to the conversation.
"Speaking of thieves, where did you get this design?" Tony asked him.
"My father. Anton Vanko." The man said.
"Well, I never heard of him." Tony said as he leaned away.
"My father is the reason you're alive." The man said after a few seconds of silence.
"The reason I'm alive is 'cause you had a shot, you took it, you missed." Tony said to him as he was looking at the guy dead serious.
"Did I? If you can make God bleed, the people will cease to believe in him. And there will be blood in the water. And the sharks will come. The truth, all I have to do is sit here and watch as the world will consume you." The man said as he was also looking into Tony's eyes.
"Where will you be watching the world consume me from? That's right. A prison cell. I'll send you a bar of soap." Tony said as he gets up to leave.
"Hey, Tony. Before you go, palladium in the chest, painful way to die." The man said as Tony was walking towards the doors, but before he got out he stopped at the door and looked at these as I now leaned down on the table in shock, while Tony leaves the cell.
'Palladium... That's why he is pale... It's killing him.' I thought to myself as I looked down and shook my head in denial.
"Kid, let's go!" I heard Tony yell as I walked out of the surveillance room and walked over to him.
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IRON MAN 2 (BOOK 7)
ActionWith the world now aware of his dual life as the armored superhero Iron Man, billionaire inventor Tony Stark faces pressure from the government, the press and the public to share his technology with the military. Unwilling to let go of his invention...
