NOVPUBNorthern Mali, 2023.
The sand kicked up in clouds as the Osprey transport touched down on a cleared ridge overlooking the small insurgent-held village. Captain Ross sat inside, arms crossed, helmet on, waiting for the green light.
Across from him, three more operators sat strapped into the benches, each wearing a Titan Mk-I exosuit. Fully activated. Fully synced.
The deployment brief hadme through two nights ago—rapid rn andmbat sweep. Intel flagged the location as a key logistics node for a growing insurgency. No civilians, no infrastructure worth preserving. Just a target.
"Thirty snds!" the crew chief called out.
The interior lights shifted to red. Ross gave a curt nod to his team.
"Final sync check," he said, voice flat through themms. "Call it."
"Cruz, green."
"Donovan, green."
"Price, green."
Ross took a breath. "Ross, green. Let's go."
The rear ramp opened with a groan, letting in the blinding desert sun. The air was hot, dry, and laced with grit.
The four Titans stepped out.
Heavy, deliberate footfalls. But not clunky. Smooth. Purposeful.
They weren't just wearing machines.
They were the machines.
—
At the edge of the ridge, the team spread out into formation. Their heads-up displays pulsed with data—infrared overlays, drone feeds, and tagged positions for enemy activity.
Cruz's voice came through. "Thermals show about a dozen bodies in the mainmpound. Some movement outside. Looks like patrols."
Ross nodded. "Copy. We move on my mark. Same plan as rehearsed. Sweep, secure, extract. Keep it clean."
They advanced. 𝓷ℴ𝓋𝓅𝓊𝒷.𝒸𝓸𝓶
Moving down the slope, the terrain flattened out. Sparse vegetation, half-crumbled stone walls, scattered debris. The village itself was mostly single-story clay buildings with tin roofs. Windows were dark. Doors shut.
They hit the outer perimeter in under three minutes.
Ross raised his hand. "Stack up."
The squad moved into position outside ampound wall. Cruz set the breach charge, silent and efficient.
"Ready," Cruz said.
"Execute."
The wall popped with a muffled thud, and they poured in.
Gunfire erupted immediately. Muzzle flashes lit up the shadows, rounds cracking through the dust—but none of them reached their marks.
The suits absorbed the impacts like nothing.
Ross raised his weapon and fired two quick bursts. One target down. Then another.
Price's voice came through. "They're running!"
"Let 'em. We're not here to chase," Ross replied. "Sweep and clear. Push left."
The team moved building to building. Every step calculated, every movement reinforced by servo motors and predictive feedback.
Cruz kicked in a door, swung his rifle left, then right.
"Clear."
Donovan moved around back, climbing to the snd floor of thempound with ease. The servos in his legs let him vault higher than any of themuld have without the suit.
"Top floor's empty," he called down.
In ten minutes, it was over.
Nine bodiesnfirmed. No friendlies harmed. No hostiles escaped.
Ross stood in the middle of theurtyard, chest rising and falling inside the suit. "Command, this is Titan One. Objective secured. No resistance remaining. Awaiting further tasking."
Back at Fort Hanley, General Reed sat behind a bank of monitors. His aides exchanged glances, impressed.
Reed leaned forward. "Tell them to hold position and prep for extract. I want full data uplink from every suit before wheels up."
"Yes, sir."
—
Inside one of the captured buildings, Ross removed his helmet, letting the heat hit him full force. Sweat ran down his face, but he was smiling.
Cruz nudged him. "Feels like cheating, doesn't it?"
Ross laughed. "I'll take cheating if it keeps us breathing."
Outside, Donovan and Price were cataloging the enemy's weapons—old AKs, dusty RPGs, nothing sophisticated.
"Same junk as usual," Donovan said. "These guys never stood a chance."
Ross's smile faded a little. "Yeah, well… next time, it won't be this easy."
—
Eight hours later, the Osprey lifted off with the team and the suits. The mission was logged as amplete success. No injuries. No malfunctions. Clean engagement.
At Fort Hanley, the post-mission debrief was already underway.
Dr. Elaine Ng stood in front of anference screen, breaking down the telemetry. "All four units performed within expected thresholds. Sync drift was negligible. Servo heat remained below danger zones. Rilmpensation operated as designed."
One of the Pentagon observers asked, "Any glitches?"
Ng shook her head. "None. There was a slight calibration delay on Donovan's aim assist, but it selfrrected within two snds."
Reed leaned back in his chair. "Good. Because we're not shelving this anymore."
The room went quiet.
Reedntinued. "I want three more squads outfitted within the month. Start integrating with Ranger and Marine units. This isn't a test anymore. This is doctrine."
—
Back in Manila, the news hit Matthew's inbox at midnight.
He skimmed the after-action report, saw the zero-casualty line, and finally allowed himself a brief smile.
Angel walked in withffee. "Good news?"
"They deployed it," he said. "Livembat. North Africa."
Her eyes widened slightly. "Already?"
He nodded. "And it worked. Perfectly."
Angel sat across from him, setting theffee down. "That'll make waves."
"Yeah," Matthew replied. "Big ones."
Daniel appeared in the doorway. "Saw the report. We're going to need to scale. Fast."
"We will," Matthew said. "I want another twenty units ready for shipment by Q3."
Angel raised an eyebrow. "That's aggressive."
Matthew looked up. "So is war."
—
Two days later, the footage leaked.
Grainy, shaky cam. Someone on the edge of thenflict zone had caught part of the operation on a phone. A massive black figure sprinting through smoke, weapon up, moving like something out of a video game.
It hit social media before the Pentagonuldntain it.
#IronmanSuit
#NewWarfare
#GhostOfAfrica
Analysts speculated. News anchors scrambled for details. Defensentractors panicked. Rival governments paid attention.
In one underground bunker half a world away, a group of hostile leaders watched the clip in silence.
One of them muttered, "We're going to need better guns."
Another shook his head. "No. We're going to need one of those."
—
Back in Manila, Matthew watched the headlines scroll by.
Angel stood next to him, arms folded.
"You know what this means, right?" she asked quietly.
He nodded. "Yeah."
The world just met Titan Mk-I.
Now it would try to catch up.
And Matthew had no intention of letting it.
