The Trickster Book 2 (Iron Man 2)

Vanko

3rd P.O.V

Tony and Caleb walked in a hallway followed by guards.

"Monsieur Stark, on a vérifié ses empreintes et on a rien trouvé." A French man said. "Même pas son nom."

"Où allons-nous?" Tony also asked in French.

"Euh.. par là." The man pointed the way. "On ne sais même pas si il parle anglais. Enfaite, on ne sait pas si il parle. Il n'a pas dit un mot depuis qu'il est arrivé. Pas un seul."

"5 minutes." Caleb said, still in French.

French was not the only language Caleb could speak.

Then they entered and a man closed behind them. They faced a man, sitting, his back turned with only underwears on.

"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." Tony looked at him with hate and confusion. "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."

"You come from a family of thieves and butchers." Said the Russian. "And now, like all guilty men, you try to rewrite your own history. And you forget all the lives the Stark family has destroyed."

"Speaking of thieves, where did you get this design?"

"My father. Anton Vanko."

"Well, I never heard of him." Announced Tony and Vanko froze for a couple seconds.

"My father is the reason you're alive." He said.

"The reason I'm alive is 'cause you had a shot, you took it, you missed."

"Did I?" Asked Vanko with a smile. "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."

"Where will you be watching the world consume my dad from?" Vanko didn't answer. "That's right. A prison cell. I'll send you a bar of soap." Declared Caleb before standing up like his dad did.

"Hey, Tony. Before you go, palladium in the chest, painful way to die." The Russian stated.

Tony turned around and stared. Caleb tugged his arm and Tony turned, knocked on the door and they left.

"It's just unbelievable. It proves that the genie is out of the bottle and this man has no idea what he's doing. He thinks of the Iron Man weapon as a toy. I was at a hearing where Mr Stark, in fact, was adamant that these suits can't exist anywhere else, don't exist anywhere else, never will exist anywhere else, at least for five to ten years, and here we are in Monaco realising, 'These suits exist now.'"

"Mute." Tony said in the plane as Pepper sighed at the senator's words.

Tony and Caleb advanced in the small room.

"He should be giving me a medal." He placed a plate on the ground. "That's the truth." He sat and Pepper asked him what it was. "This is your in-flight meal.  Caleb made it."

He took off the top and it showed an omelette that was burned on one side and the other wasn't cooked enough.

"Liar. I told you I would make one and you said that you wanted to make it yourself." Caleb said.