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Chapter 10 "Enter Zhang Khan."
While the three friends chatted amiably, meanwhile at the top floor of Stark International, a red-faced figure paced the long length of his office, muttering angrily to himself and wringing his hands in fury.
"-That no-good, backstabbing, lying, cheating piece of SCUM!" to punctuate that last word, he kicked a wastebasket over, spilling its contents all over the floor, but he paid it no heed, pacing faster. "I paid him over five million dollars to kill the boy, and he betrays me! Takes the money and sides with Hammer! Now where'll I get the power core the Iron Man Armor needs? Ask him to make one for me?" Stane fumed, picking up the scattered newspaper he had spilled onto the floor, still cursing Ghost under his breath.
An all-black clad figure stood in the shadows, watching his boss's rampage with amusement. He was scarecrow-thin, with long gray hair, a goatee, and a moustache. Long, sharp and extremely unkempt fingernails were on his old and weathered hands. He had the looks of an old man who had recently begun pro wrestling.
"I know what you need." He said, in a Chinese-accented voice. He stepped into the light. Stane wheeled around in alarm, but relaxed when he saw who his visitor was. He didn't seem bothered at all that he had been watched for the past few minutes.
"Zhang! Good, you're here. Now, you know why I hired you from jail." Zhang nodded. "I need a little 'job' done. I'm NOT going to let Hammer one-up me! You know what I'm going to ask." Zhang nodded again. "In exchange for your freedom, and a job here at Stark international, I need you to execute Tony Stark before Ghost does. When you do, bring his body back here so we can extract his mechanical heart for the Armor. And I want it to be in working condition, Khan! If it's too damaged to be reverse-engineered, you've lost your job offering. Oh-and one more thing," He said, eyeing Zhang's ominous expression. "Make sure that none of this leads back to me. Nobody will know that I told you to do this, is that clear?" once more, Zhang nodded, his upper lip curling into a sneer.
"I will need several men, all fully armed, but suited for silence and stealth. This is no war mission; just a small squad is all I require."
"You'll have all you need, just hurry up with it!" Zhang slowly stalked around the room, admiring the view from the wall-sized windows, turning over some thoughts in his mind. He stopped, turning his back to Stane. "To kill Tony Stark, we can't use brute force. He is Iron Man, after all, but he still has a great weakness. We must attack his heart. Oh, no, not physically," He mused, looking over his shoulder back at Stane.
"But emotionally. He is always with his friends, yes? Particularly Miss Potts, or, as friends call her, Pepper. We must weaken him; make him feel deep, deep grief, sadness, and despair. It is then that we shall strike. But to do this, we shall first harm Pepper."
He concluded. There was a brief silence as his words sunk in. Stane cleared his throat.
"So what will you do?" Zhang smiled.
"You'll soon see." There was a hasty knock at the door, and four muscular, heavily armed and dressed in all black men entered. Zhang looked them over in approval. He turned to face his boss. "Well!" Stane demanded impatiently.
"The plan shall be carried out immediately. Let's go." He said to the small squad, and they filed out of the room, Zhang chuckling malevolently.