They had worked frantically to finish their escape plan. But finally, they were ready. Tony wrapped his hands in gauze. He knew he'd need it. Biela set up the pieces, then helped him into his jacket and gloves. She strapped the neck piece around his neck.
When they were sure that Tony was protected, Biela began getting Tony into the suit. "Knights always needed a squire, to help them get their armor on," Biela mentioned as she worked. "Does that make you a knight, if I'm the squire?" Tony smiled at her. "Sure, Bee. When we get out of here, I'll get you your own set of armor and everything." "Knight's armor, or tech armor?" Biela asked dubiously. Tony thought a moment. "Both. I'd be dead without you." Biela smiled and went back to her work.
"You okay?" she asked as she latched the chest piece on. "Can you move?" Tony wiggled his fingers. "Say it again," Biela ordered. "Forty-one steps straight, then sixteen, that's from the right, thirty-three steps, turn."
Biela was still putting Tony into the armor when the eyehole slid open. "Biela! Biela!" a man yelled. He yelled something else in a different language. "Say something," Tony urged. "He's, he's speaking Hungarian! I don't speak Hungarian!"
"You speak over forty languages and you don't speak Hungarian!" Tony hissed. "Say something, then!" "Okay, I know something," Biela admitted. "What do you know?" Tony asked. Biela took a few deep breaths. She yelled something back, just a single word, repeating it.
Tony knew that if they came in, they'd set off the bomb, and that would bring the terrorists down on them. Finally, they did open the door, and it certainly made a big boom.
"How'd that work?" Tony asked. "Oh my goodness, it worked all right," Biela said. "Start it up," Tony said. "Let me finish this," Biela argued. "Initialize the power sequence," Tony ordered. "Okay," Biela said as she rushed over to the computer.
"Now!" Tony said. "Tell me, tell me," Biela urged. "Function Eleven," Tony ordered. Biela clicked it. "Tell me when you see a progress bar," Tony urged. "It should be up right now." "Yes!" Biela said. "Talk to me," Tony ordered. "Tell me when you see it." "I have it," Biela said.
"Press control, I." "Control, I," Biela repeated. "Go ahead. "I, enter," Tony finished. Biela hit it. "Come over here and button me up," Tony urged. The progress bar moved steadily. They could hear the people yelling as they came.
"Get this last button," Tony said. "They're coming!" Biela said, beginning to freak out. "Calm down," Tony ordered. "Remember the plan." "They're coming!" she said again. "Remember, when I get done, just get out." "They're coming," she repeated.
She moved back to the progress bar, which was only halfway complete. "Remember to make sure the checkpoints are clear before you follow me out," Tony told her. "We need more time," Biela said.
"Hey," she said, turning around to face Tony. "I'm gonna go buy you some time." "Stick to the plan," Tony ordered. "Stick to the plan! Bee!"
Biela ran to the dead bodies and grabbed a gun. You can't live on a terrorist base for four years and not learn how to shoot. She shot out the cameras as she pretended to continue running down the hall.
Instead, she dove behind some metal boxes, thankfully, not flammable, and aimed her gun at the hall the terrorists would come through. She was a pretty good shot with a gun, and she wasn't going to let that go to waste.
Those weapons needed to be destroyed, and Tony could do that. If she died, she died for a good cause. Tony would change, and fix what had been done. It was all part of the plan.
The terrorists came down the hall, but only a few. Biela shot them to the ground and watched as the last three ran back. When she heard their return, she heard many, many more feet. She gulped. She couldn't shoot that many that quickly. She moved to the other side of the room and waited to shoot.
She cursed in Russian as they came through a different hall and straight into the room Tony was in.
The progress bar reached 100% and the lights dimmed. The terrorists came into the room cautiously in the darkness. Tony clenched and unclenched his fingers.
As a terrorist came around the corner where Tony was, he found himself bathed in white light. He turned, and Tony punched him, knocking him off his feet, and causing him to fly and land in a heap.
The other soldiers shot the area up. When they were done, and all was silent, one of them turned and said something to their leader. Suddenly, Tony appeared and smashed them. The other man tried to shoot him, but the bullets bounced right off his armor. Tony killed him as well.
He marched out towards the shooters, bullets bouncing off his armor as he walked calmly. Several men walked towards him, but he knocked them away. He judo-flipped another man to the ground and followed them as they ran away in terror.
The men furthest away closed the heavy steel doors, leaving one man stranded with Tony. He screamed, until Tony broke his neck. Tony hit the doors, four times until they burst open. The men behind them ran away in terror.
Tony hit one to the ground, but his arm became embedded in the rock. He didn't even notice the man come up behind him until he heard the gunshot hit him and then bounce off. He turned to see the man dead, gunshot wound in the head. He snorted. Idiot.
He finally succeeded in pulling his arm out and continued his march down the hall. He turned to see the entrance. He felt a smile cross his face.
"TONY!" a voice screamed. "Watch out!" Tony turned to see the big leader shoot at him with a missile launcher. He leaned back, narrowly missing it. The missile hit the wall beside him. Tony flipped up his arm guard and fired his own missile, a smaller one, but with more firepower. It hit, starting a fire and knocking the leader to the ground under debris.
Tony turned to see Biela, who stood with a frightened but determined look on her face, holding a gun in her hands. "Good job," she said. "I see it works." Tony flipped up his mask and gave her a saucy grin. "C'mon, time to go. We got a plan, let's stick to it," he said.
Biela gave a saucy salute. "Sticking with it," she grinned. "Ready to go see the world?" Tony asked her. She smiled. "Ready as I'll ever be."
Tony came out of the cave, into the sunlight. The guards immediately started shooting. Tony stood relatively still, knowing the bullets would bounce off. When they stopped, he said coldly, "My turn."
He raised his arms and activated the flamethrowers. He hit the men, the tents, and especially the weapons. His weapons. Not theirs.
He walked along the path, flamethrowers ablaze, destroying the weapons he had created. Biela was following behind him, ahead of the flames but using a makeshift oxygen mask to breath inside the smoke, as well as infrared goggles, so that she could stay hidden.
A sniper began shooting at Tony, followed by more gunmen. One got a lucky shot in his leg and Tony went down. They continued shooting. He got up again.
"Biela, now!" he yelled as things began exploding. He felt the girl run up behind him and jump on his back. He opened up the plate on his forearm and hit the button that activated the rockets on his feet.
He flew up out of the explosion, feeling like a superhero until the rockets failed. Then he began to yell, and Biela began to scream as they fell towards Earth, pieces of the suit falling off as they went. "When I say now, jump!" he ordered Biela. She could only scream as they continued to fall.
"Jump!" he ordered as they neared the ground. Biela jumped, landing and rolling a few yards away from where Tony crashed. Pieces of metal surrounded him. He sat up, pulling the rest of the armor off and groaning. "Not bad," he said.
"Are you okay?" Biela asked as she ran over. "Fine," Tony said. "Just a bit sore. You?" She looked herself over. "I've got a few burns on the backs of my legs, my outer arms, and my back from the explosion. Some of us don't have metal armor protecting us. And I got hit with a bullet in my upper arm, but I'm pretty sure it's superficial. And I'm a doctor, so you'd better believe it."
"You're a doctor?" Tony asked, raising an eyebrow. "Medical prodigy," she replied. "How do you think I saved your life?" They began to walk through the desert. "I thought you were a linguistics prodigy," Tony said. "Since you speak over forty languages, not including Hungarian." "I'm…special," Biela admitted. "Quadruple prodigy, in linguistics, medicine, literature, and psychology."
Tony smiled. "Me too, but in mathematics, physics, computer science, and mechanical engineering, but I'm pretty good in the other stuff too." Biela smiled shyly. "Me too."