Iron Wolf

Chapter 12~ Home Invasion

Melody's POV

"Why in the actual Hell would you give out our home address?" I asked, walking down into the lab.

"Not now, Mel," Dad dismissed me.

"No, dad. Explain it right now," I growled, my eyes glowing with an Alpha power even my dad couldn't refuse.

"Because I was egged on! Alright?" He snapped.

"God, you are such a child," I scoffed.

"I know it was fucked up, Melody. But it's done now, so can we just move on?"

"For now. But we are talking about this later with Pepper."

"Fine," He agreed.

"I've compiled a Mandarin database for you, sir. Drawn from S.H.I.E.L.D., F.B.I., and C.I.A. intercepts. Initiating virtual crime scene reconstruction," JARVIS said and dad and I started looking at all the data gathered.

"Okay, what do we got here? His name is an ancient Chinese war mantle, meaning "adviser to the King". South American insurgency tactics, talks like a Baptist preacher. There's lots of pageantry going on here...lots of theater. Close," Dad said, as JARVIS virtually reconstructed the crime scene.

"The heat from the blast was in excess of 3000 degrees Celsius. Any subjects within 12.5 yards were vaporized instantly," JARVIS continued.

"No bomb parts found in a three-mile radius of the Chinese theater," Dad said.

"No, sir," JARVIS confirmed.

"How the Hell is that possible? You can't blow things up without a bomb," I said and dad nodded.

"Talk to me, Happy," Dad said, following virtual Happy's finger. "When is a bomb not a bomb?" He asked, When is a bomb not a bomb?" He picked up the virtual image of the dog tags to investigate them. "Any military victims?" He asked.

"Not according to public records, sir," JARVIS answered.

"Bring up the thermogenic signatures again, factor in three thousand degrees," I said.

"The oracle cloud has completed analysis. Accessing satellites and plotting the last twelve months of thermogenic occurrence now."

"Take away everywhere that there's been a Mandarin attack," Dad said and we began looking at all the information JARVIS found before settling on one.

"That. You sure that's not one of his?" I asked, pointing to a case in Rose Hill, Tennessee.

"It predates any known Mandarin attack. The incident was the use of a bomb to assist a suicide," JARVIS replied.

"Bring her around," Dad said and JARVIS obeyed.

"The heat signature is remarkably similar. Three thousand degrees Celsius," JARVIS said.

"That's two military guys. Ever been to Tennessee, JARVIS?" Dad asked.

"Creating a flight plan for Tennessee."

"I told you giving out our address was a bad idea," I glared at my dad.

"Are we still at "ding-dong"? We're supposed to be on total security lockdown. Come on, I threatened a terrorist. Who is that?" Dad asked. At least he knew it was a bad idea.

"There's only so much I can do, sir when you give the world's press your home address," JARVIS told him. Dad ignored him and put his suit on.

"Tails, come on. There could be a terrorist at our door," He told me.