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Obadiah stood at the railing, hands gripping the metal bars as he glared down at the scene below.
He watched as Pepper, Lemu, and Coulson converged—and then, to his mounting frustration, that blue-haired brat casually waved at him, a silent yet unmistakable taunt.
Son of a—
A damn agent.
They actually called in an agent.
His mind raced.
They must have stolen evidence from my computer.
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At the building's entrance, Lemu turned to Pepper and gave a small wave.
"Pepper, I'll head back to the villa and tell Tony everything. You handle things on your end—be careful."
"You…"
Pepper hesitated.
Would it really be safe for Lemu to go alone?
And… was he seriously planning to just walk back?
But then, she recalled everything that had happened today.
From start to finish, Lemu had been unnervingly composed, as if he had already anticipated every possible outcome.
He had even contacted an agent in advance.
Meanwhile, she—a full-grown adult—had been a nervous wreck the entire time.
Maybe…
Maybe she was worrying too much.
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There's still a chance.
I still have a chance.
Obadiah's expression darkened, his pace quickening as he headed straight for Section 16—the secret lab developing the Iron Monger suit.
All he had to do was—
Eliminate Pepper.
Eliminate the agent.
Eliminate anyone else who might know.
Recover the evidence.
Stage the entire thing as a "robot malfunction."
Then everything would be salvageable.
For decades, he had weathered countless storms.
This was just another hurdle.
And as long as there was no concrete evidence, not even the CIA or FBI could legally detain him.
Obadiah Stane was no ordinary citizen—no easily crushed pawn.
His status. His influence. His connections.
They would buy him time—give him leverage.
And if push came to shove—
He could always trade the suit's technology to the U.S. government or the military for protection.
Or…
Flee the country.
There were plenty of places to disappear. Plenty of governments willing to harbor a man of his genius in exchange for what he could offer.
Hell—
Why stop there?
If it came to it—why not get rid of Tony Stark as well?
As the sole surviving expert on powered armor, he would become an irreplaceable asset.
With that kind of value and influence, there would always be people willing to protect him—people who would raise him even higher than he was now.
Because this was America.
There was no right or wrong.
Only power and profit.
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"We can't miniaturize the Arc Reactor… It's beyond our capabilities…"
The balding lead scientist, William, spoke with an apologetic grimace, delivering the bad news to Obadiah Stane.
A suit without a power source was nothing more than a massive, immobile toy.
Obadiah resisted the urge to strangle the man on the spot, his fingers twitching.
Then, after a moment of thought—
There was only one option left.
He would have to take one from Stark.
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In the shadows, Lemu extended his right hand, the limb melting into a pale blue vortex.
From its depths, a towering, blue-and-white armor emerged—carrying a massive sword on its back.
The Ghost Armor.
With a mechanical click, the armor shifted and reassembled, enveloping Lemu within its core.
The engines roared to life, and in an instant, he shot into the sky, leaving behind a sharp white streak.
His destination?
Stark's villa.
He needed to ensure Stark stayed alive—
And at the same time, make sure the Arc Reactor ended up in Obadiah's hands.
This entire "Iron Man debut incident" was a golden opportunity for profit.
He couldn't afford for things to go off course.
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By the time Lemu arrived, Obadiah hadn't shown up yet.
Stark was alone, emerging from the basement, rummaging for a midnight snack.
Lemu crossed his arms, leaning against the hallway wall, waiting.
A few moments later—Obadiah finally arrived.
Lemu watched as the man pushed open the front door and strode inside like he owned the place.
J.A.R.V.I.S remained silent.
After all, Obadiah had access permissions.
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Without hesitation, Obadiah moved behind the completely unsuspecting Stark.
From his pocket, he pulled out a tiny, USB-shaped device—
A subsonic neural paralyzer.
He placed it near Stark's ear.
At that moment, black veins spread across Stark's face, his entire body instantly paralyzed.
The effect would last for fifteen minutes.
Lemu's eyes gleamed, his fingers instinctively twitching.
Good tech.
He'd definitely get one for himself later.
Obadiah then pulled out a mechanical claw, reached into Stark's chest, and extracted the glowing Arc Reactor.
And then—he didn't leave.
Instead, he sat down—completely at ease—and started chatting with the immobilized Stark.
Not a shred of urgency.
He actually looked relaxed.
"…When I ordered your assassination, I was afraid I was destroying a goldmine…"
He held the Arc Reactor up, watching the soft white glow flicker in the dimly lit room.
A glimmer of fascination appeared in his eyes.
"…Oh… how beautiful…"
Obadiah's gaze shifted back to Stark's pale face—his eyes wide, filled with shock, anger, and helplessness.
"Don't be upset… This will be the greatest legacy you leave behind."
His voice was almost soothing, as if trying to comfort a dying man.
Then, he sighed.
"Such a shame… You had to drag Pepper and Lemu into this. I never planned on killing them."
He shook his head, his expression full of mock regret.
"If only your father had been as selfish as you are…"
For several minutes, he continued rambling, casually chatting with Stark like an old friend reminiscing over the past.
Then, with a satisfied sigh, he finally placed the Arc Reactor into a briefcase and stood up.
And just like that, he strolled out the door, relaxed as if he had just finished a countryside picnic.
What was there to say?
The elegance of a villain?
Lemu, still leaning against the corner, let out a small sigh.
The light from the living room chandelier illuminated one side of his face, while the other remained shrouded in shadow—a perfect diagonal divide between light and dark.
What a pity.
He had originally intended to let Obadiah live—
For the sake of good bread.
He swore it.
On the honor of all food lovers.
But then—
Obadiah had looked him right in the eye and said, "I want you dead."
Well.
That meant he had to die first.
Simple logic, wasn't it?
The quiet clicking of footsteps echoed through the silent living room.
Lemu emerged from the shadows, his expression unreadable as he walked toward Stark.
Stark was still paralyzed, slumped on the couch.
Stopping in front of him, Lemu gazed down, his voice calm and even.
"I was about to come back and warn you about this… but it seems I don't have to anymore."
Stark's ashen face twitched slightly.
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