Unfinished Gems

Iron Maiden - 6

Jazz knew that Stane wouldn't stand for his plan to fall apart so easily, especially with an unknown variable like her at the center of it.

Which was why she was fully prepared for when he tried to dirty her name after the donation of several improved body armor and face masks for the Malibu police department and several other high-crime areas, along with people fully trained to teach the cops how to put the armor on and what the new features were.

Though perhaps sending along a new coffee maker that was easy to use and capable of brewing large amounts of caffeine with all the units she was sending was a bit much. The police weren't complaining though...far from it. Once they realized what was in the mystery box, quite a few of them were singing her praises.

Which was why she was fully prepared for him to arrange a discreet meeting late at night. Rhodey was under her invisibility cloak, armed with the counter device and a video camera that would record everything.

Stane was far too predictable. He was reliant on the device to paralyze his victims, and he was too used to dealing with Tony.

He expected to be dealing with a young inexperienced kitten, not a full grown panther all too happy to rip him apart who had been watching from the shadows the entire time.

Rhodey waited patiently for the signal. Jazz went down, pretending to be affected by the frequency. Stane sneered at her, and went to the computer to plant evidence to be found later by reporters who wanted to find dirt on the new head of Stark Industries.

Which was why he never saw the blow to the back of the head coming.

"I fucking hate traitors," said Jazz, resisting the urge to spit on Stane's downed form.

She reached for the phone.

"I want security up here immediately, and someone call the police. We have a traitor in the office," said Jazz coldly.

By the time Stane woke up from the rather nasty concussion Jazz gave him, he was chained to a hospital bed in an isolation room with armed police outside his door.

With Jazz...

The local cops were a bit stunned to get the call from Stark Industries, but answered anyway. They sent their senior detectives, mainly because of who had sent the call for backup.

More than a few of the older officers like the new head of Stark Industries, if for no other reason than she had common sense and was more than happy to make their jobs a bit safer.

"You're saying that a senior member of the company tried to attack you and plant false evidence?" asked Detective Stabler.

"I have security footage to prove it, and the device he used to immobilize me. I would be more than happy to demonstrate what it does and why it's so dangerous. Especially since the traitor had the only official counter device on him and no one even noticed. We've suspected there was a traitor in the company for a while now, which is why I never announced my heritage to the public until it was necessary."

Stabler nodded. It certainly explained the 'security reasons' that the young woman mentioned in the conference.

"What would you like to have done to Mr. Stane?"

"After his unprovoked assault on me, I am having all his files seized and every project he was part of gone through with a fine toothed comb. When we discover any evidence of more crimes, I will be sure to file them appropriately with the proper authorities. If your department needs any help putting Stane where he belongs, please let me know. I don't abide by traitors," said Jazz.

Stabler took her statement, the device used to try and paralyze her and left with a healthy respect for her. She was sensible and far more respectful to the police than her father ever was.