Feedback Interference

Elsewhere in an underground cavern dwell three menacing living robots. One of them cackles as he watches the holographic monitor.

 

Shrapnel: 'You may have found our tunnels, humans, but our clones will ensure that you will never get inside *inside*!'

 

Another battered robot approaches the holo-display and points.

 

Kickback: 'That's no normal human, Shrapnel! That's Tony Stark! Ironman!'

 

Shrapnel looks closely at the human his cohort identified as 'Ironman'.

 

Shrapnel: 'So it is *is*.'

 

Kickback: 'If the news on this planet is anything to believe, Ironman could very well have the technology to turn our clones against us. He is a man of near limitless resources.'

 

A voice suddenly echoes from the distance.

 

Voice: 'Bring your toys home, Shrapnel. Our work doesn't allow for playtime with humans.'

 

Shrapnel turns, looking genuinely disheartened. He turns back to the controls and the clones begin to disperse as the voice gets closer. The screen suddenly erupts in static.

 

Shrapnel: 'Feedback interference *interference* You were right, Kickback *Kickback* The human is resourceful *Resourceful*!'

 

The sound of metallic footsteps stops as Bombshell enters the fray, dragging with him a reluctant prisoner.

 

Bombshell: 'Re-establish contact with the clones, Shrapnel. Have them monitor the humans from far if necessary. The integrity of our tunnels must not be compromised!'

 

 

Done