So Many "Coincidences" Together, and a Hammer Fell from the Sky

Edwards Air Force Base.

Rhodey carefully removed the Arc Reactor from Mark II's chest. The major beside him curiously watched the glowing white object in his hand. "Is this their power source?"

"Major, this isn't a science experiment. Could you focus on mounting the weapons?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good, good, good, good. Is it my birthday today?" A cheerful voice came from nearby. Hammer walked over with a lollipop in his mouth, followed by two soldiers pushing crates.

Hammer stopped in front of Mark II, his face full of delight and astonishment. "No way! What did you do? Is this what I think it is?"

"Yes." Rhodey crossed his arms. "Hammer, I need to know what you can do for us."

"What can I do for you? First, I'll upgrade the software, then I think we should—"

"That's not what I mean," Rhodey cut in. "I mean firepower."

"Then you came to the right man." Hammer bit down and crushed the lollipop, then had the soldiers open the weapon-filled crates.

"9mm Semi-Automatic Pistol." Hammer picked up a handgun and displayed it, but neither Rhodey nor the major beside him seemed impressed.

By the time soldiers reached their level, they might not have seen every weapon out there, but they recognized eighty percent of them. And they happened to know this pistol.

"A little old-fashioned, I agree." Hammer set the pistol on the table, then picked up a shotgun. "M24 Shotgun, manual loading, five rounds per magazine."

Seeing the disdain on their faces, he knew they probably did not think much of the weapon, so he continued talking to himself. "You're not hunters, so what am I even saying? I'll toss it aside."

Then he picked up a submachine gun. "This is the Belgian-made FN2000 Submachine Gun. Belgians make more than just