War Machine Iron Man Armored Adventures Novels & Stories

National Guard Humvees and armored vehicles had set up layers of roadblocks, but beyond the roadblocks were even more, even more frenzied "enemies." The "Ragnarok" bounty was now in effect. Hundreds upon hundreds of armed men—street gangs, retired mercenaries, lunatics wielding fire axes—all roared with greedy rage upon seeing the pink armored vehicle (highlighted on the wanted poster)! “It’s them! It’s Jack Sterling!” “Immortal! Grab him!” “Bang! Bang! Bang!” Bullets rained down on the armored vehicle’s bulletproof glass, creating a dense clanging sound. “They’re insane!” Ben Carter stared in horror at the horde rushing towards them like zombies outside the window.

As the vanguard of the New Dawn emerged from the morning mist, the true horror of Malik’s industrial war machine was finally revealed. They did not look like soldiers. They looked like an army of iron juggernauts. Four hundred Actives marched up the highway in a tight, disciplined phalanx. They were completely encased from head to toe in seamless, dark grey armor forged from the melted hulls of naval frigates. The steel had been molded directly onto their bodies by Class-5 metallurgical mutants, leaving no gaps, no weak points, and no exposed joints. Their helmets were featureless domes of thick steel, save for a narrow, reinforced horizontal slit for vision.