Cavalry Corp.

Chapter 5

After several hours of being carried across several rooftops, we arrived at one of Cavalry's old shipping warehouses. "I thought we were trying to avoid Cavalry, what are we doing here?" I asked. "Cavalry hasn't used this place in over 18 years. We have the exact same chances of being found here as an ant being found on Mount Everest." The man replied. "Alright so now that we're safe, what's your name?" I asked the stranger. "I'll tell you my real name, later, but as of now call me Blacksmith." The man replied. "Wait, the Zimantium armor, immense strength, the propulsion system. You're that blacksmith. The one who saved an entire town population from a small terrorist group!" I rambled on about the heroic feats of the figure in front of me. Then I began fanboy in over the fact I was saved by a superhero. "Why resurface now? It's been like, 18 years and you haven't been in Berkeley, so why now?" I asked. "Berkeley has been fine on its own, I have just been looking for, a protégé." He said a few more things but I was lost in the potential that I could be at the side of my century's hero.

"Well before we start anything, we should discuss what we need to do." I said. "Fair point, we'll  start by dismantling the N.U.S.S.R, it's still relatively small. About 13% the size of the original U.S.S.R." Blacksmith responded. "Well then at least it won't be to long of a struggle." I said looking at some virtual headlines of recent N.U.S.S.R activity. "Last time you were on the radar, you had a full suit. What happened?" I asked. "It's a long story." He answered, hanging his head. "Well, we have time." I replied.

"It was a simple bank robbery, two armed thugs trying to get rich, at least that's what I was told. I confronted the two, and they pulled out what looked to be a regular switchblade, little did I know they had gotten their hands on Zimantium, that's what the blades were made from, they had managed to pin me down but luckily, only destroyed most of my armor before I managed to knock them out, that was when I decided that it was time to leave the hero business." He told the story like it had just happened, and I really just felt bad for the guy. But now wasn't the time for feeling bad.

"Well if we are going to dismantle a well funded, not to mention armed, terrorist group, we should probably finish your suit." I said as I poked blacksmith on a part of his body that wasn't covered by armor. "Yeah, but where are we going to find spare Zimatium?" He asked. "We hijack as Cavalry truck. One drives by Main Street in 4 hours, 28 minutes, and...32 seconds, carrying about a sixteenth of a ton, which should be enough to not only finish your suit, but it could also be enough for some new toys to help take down the N.U.S.S.R." I said. "I like what your selling kid but there's one small problem, we need to stay away from Cavalry, why would we hijack one of their trucks?" He asked. "Cavalry only puts trackers on trucks carrying staff. And if my memory serves me right, which it does it's completely photographic, no staff is ever on trucks carrying Zimantium it's to dangerous in its unrefined form." I explained. "Alright, fine." Blacksmith agreed.

I told him about my plan I formed while he was telling his story. I would convince the late night Zimantium shipment driver to give me a ride to Cavalry as a distraction while Blacksmith unloads the Zimantium into an old stealth vehicle. After some A-class brooding he agreed.

Blacksmith introduced me to all the weaponry he had used over the years. My eyes directly darted to a pair of prototype pulse gloves, they shot out powerful focused plasma blasts and could shoot even more with some tweaking. I would definitely be using those later but for now I decided to stick with my regular three piece suit instead of a super suit.

"You should probably at least use some body armor in case things go south." Blacksmith suggested. "Things won't go south, it's my plan." I responded. "These guys will probably have Zimantium weapons, ever beat someone with Zimantium weapons." He chided to which I simply responded with; "well neither have you, genius." And he just stood there dumbfounded. After a while we set out to grab,ourselves some Zimantium.

All was ting accordance no to plan until the bodyguard from hell appeared. I had gotten into the seat and stalled enough for Blacksmith to get about 60 pounds of Zimantium into the vehicle before a large figure who I had ran into earlier, Ivan's bodyguard asked "What is the hold up." The bodyguard saw me and made a notion to the driver. I tired to get out but the door was locked by the driver. "Should've worn the body armor." I said as the bodyguard tossed me out the window, I hit the cement with a thud as pain flooded my body. The bodyguard stood over me with a titanium exosuit and I barely had time to think before Blacksmith tackled the bodyguard and began wailing in the poor guy. I figured the plan was out the window so I decided to get as much Zimantium as possible before more super villain security detail showed up.

After securing around 35 more pounds I limped over to Blacksmith just in time to save the bodyguard's life. "Ok man, time to go, we got all we need." I said. "Alright, I think this guy got my point. Ain't that right pal?" Blacksmith replied. A pained grunt is all that escaped the bodyguard's mouth. "Good chat." Replied the armored hero as he grabbed me by the collar and activated his prepulsion pack (and before you ask, no it's not a jet pack, it's powered by a small fission engine which intakes carbon atoms from the atmosphere and yeah ok it's a jet pack.) "When we get back to the base I need to make a call." I told him on the ride home.

"I don't want to talk about it." I grumbled as I heard my new roommate snickering. "You don't want to talk about your 'fool-proof' plan?" Blacksmith joked. "How was I supposed to account for the guy in the titanium body armor." I recoiled. "Well they saw me rescue you so it's no surprise that they would have high security on trucks carrying the stuff my suit is made from." Blacksmith replied coyly. I stood in silence as I took out my phone and dialed James number, I hadn't even called him he must've been terrified.

"Hey James you're probably very nervous but I just want to-" I was interrupted. " Well Mr. Cavalier, it seems you care a lot for you're friends, I propose it's time to see how much. I have them at Turing avenue, alone and they might just live." It was Ivan, the slimy Russian dirtbag had my friends. "That mother-Oh I'm to angry to think about this!" I yelled. "What's wrong?" Blacksmith asked. "That fat Russian meatball took my friends!" I shouted. "And he's leading me towards an obvious supervillian trap." I grumbled. "Well what are you going to do?" Blacksmith asked. I glanced over to the gloves that I had coveted hours earlier. "I'm gonna kick some perogi ass." I growled.