Gloyd was walking down the desert for ten hours straight. Until he heard US helicopters come by.

"Hey!" Gloyd called out.

One of the helicopter landed not far from Gloyd and five US soliders, including Gloyd's friend, Swizzle Malarkey, run towards Gloyd.

"How was the 'fun-vee'?" said Swizzle. "Next time, you ride with me, okay?"

Swizzle brought Gloyd up in the helicopter.

(6 Hours Later)

A plane landed in the runway of a military area. The back door of the plane open and Swizzle was helping Gloyd walk off the plane. Gloyd then sees his personal secretary, Candlehead Potts, and walks towards her.

"Your eyes are red." said Gloyd. "A few tears for your long-lost boss?"

"Tears of joy." said Candlehead. "I hate job hunting."

"Yeah, vacation's over."

Gloyd and Candlehead gets inside a car, with Happy Hogan in the driver seat.

"Where to, sir?" said Happy

"Take us to the hospital, please, Happy." Candlehead replied

"Nah-uh" said Gloyd

"Gloyd, you have to go to the hospital." said Candlehead.

"Nah-uh is a complete answer."

"The doctor has to look at you."

"I don't have to do anything. I've been in captivity for three months." said Gloyd. There are two things I want to do. I want an American cheeseburger, and the other . . . I want you to call for a press conference now."

"Call for a press conference?" said Candlehead

"Yeah." said Gloyd

"What on earth for?"

"Hogan, drive. Cheeseburger first."

A press conference was held somewhere and people were outside.

A car pulled by and out came Gloyd Orangeboar with a bag from McDonalds. Then, coming out of the crowd of people and reporters was Obadiah Stane.

"Look at this!" said Obadiah

Gloyd gets out of the car and Obadiah gives him a hug.

"We were going to meet at the hospital"

"No, I'm fine." said Gloyd as he took out a Big Mac

"You had to have a burger, yeah?" said Obadiah. "You get me one of those?"

"Oh, you wanted one?" said Gloyd. "I didn't know"

Gloyd and Obadiah walk in and a whole crowd of reporters were there. Standing besides Candlehead was Cody Banks.

"Miss Potts?"

"Yes."

"Can I speak to you for a moment?"

"I'm not part of the press conference, but it's about to begin right now."

"I'm not a reporter. I'm agent Cody Banks, with the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division."

"That's quite a mouthful." said Candlehead

"I know. We're working on it."

"You know, we've been approached already by the DOD, the FBI, the CIA . . ."

"We're a separate division with a more specific focus." said Cody. "We need to debrief Mr. Orangeboar's about the circumstances of his escape."

"I'll put something in the book, shall I?"

"Thank you."

The press conference was about to start and Obadiah was standing in front of a podium. And then he sees Gloyd sitting behind the podium.

"Hey, would it be all right if everyone sat down?" said Gloyd. "Why don't you just sit down? That way you can see me, and I can . . . A little less formal and . . ."

Swizzle comes in and sits next to Candlehead.

"What's up with the love-in?" Swizzle asked

"Don't look at me. I don't know what he's up to." said Candlehead

"Good to see you." said Gloyd

"Good to see you." said Obadiah

Gloyd then started to speak.

"I never got to say goodbye to . . . well, anyone. Never did. There's questions that I would have asked. I would have asked how he felt about what this company did. If I was conflicted, if I ever had doubts. Or maybe I was every inch the man we all remember from the newsreels. Anyway, I saw young Americans killed by the very weapons we created to defend them and protect them. And I saw that I had become part of a system that is comfortable with zero accountability."

"Mr. Orangeboar!"

"Hey, Ben."

"What happened over there?"

"I had my eyes opened. I came to realize that I have more to offer this world than just making things that blow up. And that is why, effective immediately, I am shutting down the weapons manufacturing division of Intelligent until such a time as I can decide what the future of the company will be. I think we're gonna be selling a lot of newspapers. What direction it should take, one that I'm comfortable with and is consistent with the highest good for this country, as well."

Gloyd walked out of the press conference. Obadiah was on the podium, talking to the reporters.

"What we should take away from this is that Gloyd's back! And he's healthier than ever. We're going to have a little internal discussion and we'll get back to you with the follow-up."

Obadiah arrived at the factory, where he saw Happy there.

"Where is he?" said Obadiah

"He's inside."

Obadiah went inside and sees Gloyd there.

"Well, that . . . That went well." said Obadiah

"Did I just paint a target on the back of my head?" said Gloyd

"Your head? What about my head? What do you think the over-under on the stock drop is gonna be tomorrow?"

"Optimistically, 40 points." Gloyd replied

"At minimum."

"Yep."

"Gloyd, we're not just future creators, we're also a weapons manufacturer."

"Obie, I just don't want a body count to be our only legacy."

"That's what we do." said Obadiah. "We're iron mongers. We make weapons."

"It's the name on the side of the building."

"And what we do keeps the world from falling into chaos."

"Not based on what I saw." said Gloyd. "We're not doing a good enough job. We can do better. We're gonna do something else."

"Like what? You want us to make baby bottles?"

"I think we should take another look into arc reactor technology."

"Come on. The arc reactor, that's a publicity stunt!" said Obadiah. "Gloyd, come on, they built that thing to shut the hippies up."

"It works."

"Yeah, as a science project. The arc was never cost effective. We knew that before we built it. Arc reactor technology, that's a dead end, right?

"Maybe." Gloyd replied

"Am I right? We haven't had a breakthrough in that in what? Thirty years.

"That's what they say." said Gloyd. "Could you have a lousier poker face? Just tell me, who told you?"

"Never mind who told me. Show me."

"Who? Swizz or Candlehead?"

"I want to see it."

Gloyd unbuttons his shirt and reveals his arc reactor chest.

"It works."

"Listen to me, Gloyd. We're a team. Do you understand? There's nothing we can't do if we stick together"

"I'm sorry I didn't give you a heads-up, okay? But if I had . . ."

"Gloyd, no more of this "ready, fire, aim" business. You understand me? You gotta let me handle this. We're gonna have to play a whole different kind of ball now. We're going to have to take a lot of heat. I want you to promise me that you're gonna lay low."