Biography | Quentin Beck

Monday, April 28th, 2009

05:45 AM. Month Three.

Quentin still hasn't been sleeping but, he wasn't as bad as he used to be. He still looked like shit but at least he wasn't on the verge of death like before. Him and Jarvis made a deal that every 2 hours he'd have to drink a bottle of water and eat a simple meal. Every 6 hours he'd have to take a cat nap for at least thirty minutes. He didn't like these terms but they were at least fair and gave him enough time to work.

Click clack click clack went the keyboard keys as he was typing as fast as he could in an attempt to save time.  It was actually making it harder since he was misspelling every word. I guess it is hard to see when tears and lack of sleep blind 30% of your vision. Rhodey and him had been texting each other back and forth, sharing what they found and what they knew. Which wasn't as much info as they wished but info was info and every bit helps.

08:00 AM.

Quentin had to leave the workshop since he had actual work. Everyone wasn't as understanding when he stumbled into meeting rooms looking like he just crawled out of a grave. Three months with no sight or hearing from Tony? He must be dead was everyone else's mindset, but not Quentin and Rhodey's. They knew their friend and they knew a pathetic little bomb wouldn't take him down. 

That was when it had hit Quentin. A childhood memory that was. There had been a time where the two were fooling around after hours at school and actually got locked inside. Quentin at the time was panicking instead of thinking but Tony had made something to pry the door open. It's possible that Tony was taken back to a hospital with no service to recover but he didn't think that was the case since nobody alerted anyone that they had Stark. That must mean it was a terrorist attack and a kidnapping.

Quentin spun in his chair over to his computer to turn it on. He looked up Tony's articles, how he made an engine at age six and other impressive pulls for a child. He thought back to his Robotics class and how little time he could make something absolutely amazing. If Tony was kidnapped he's most likely always being held at some type of point to make sure he doesn't sneak away or escape. Which must mean he'd have to make some type of weapon to shoot his way out.

Kill or be killed.. Quentin pushed everything off his desk and set up a little pencil and pen scenario. Tony was the pencil in this situation and the pens were the bad guys. "If pens were only in the front a rocket blaster would do the trick, but then Tony wouldn't be protected." He said to himself before scrapping that idea and moving the pens to around the pencil. 

"If they surround him he'd have to be protected head to toe.." He paused and leaned back, examining his setup. "Head to toe.. like armor?" He sat up, eyes wide, armor.. an armored suit sounded right. Quentin looked down at the floor and grabbed a sharpie, replacing the pencil with it. Wait.. if Tony did build a suit of armor to shoot his way out that must mean he'd be seen in the open. 

10:30 AM.

Research after research and memory after memory Quentin was sure that he had cracked the code of what happened. Tony makes powerful weapons making him a powerful man. People would want that. So terrorists scheduled an attack to kill Tony's protection before grabbing him and holding him hostage. They must want him to build a missile for them but instead Tony is going to build an escape. It has to be in the middle of the desert where nobody can see easily. Tony was a fast builder so in three months...

Quentin quickly fished out his phone and called up Rhodey. He had a gut feeling about this and he knew. He knew that today would be the day. Three months seemed long and it was enough weeks for Tony to figure out, frame and make a full escape. 

"Quentin I'm kind of in the middle of-"

"Send search and rescue helicopters out to that desert where Tony was last seen, now!"