Chapter 17: The Cybersecurity Summit
The AI hologram spoke on a loop, welcoming guests
into the Metropolitan Ballroom at the Sheraton New York Times Square Hotel.
“Unleash the power of cybersecurity at the 2024 New
York Cybersecurity Summit, sponsored by Stark Industries. This flagship event
brings together industry leaders to explore the latest threats, share innovative
defence strategies, and forge strategic partnerships. Discover how to fortify
your organisation’s defences and harness the potential of AI and automation.”
Tech moguls, cybersecurity experts, and government
officials all gathered for what Tony had promised would be "the next
revolution in cyber tech." As you always did when nervous, your fingers
absentmindedly traced the security badge hanging from your neck. A gentle reminder
of how far you’d come from that mysterious duffel bag in Times Square. It was practically
a full circle moment for you.
Tony's hand landed on your shoulder, pulling you
from my thoughts. "C'mon, kid, we've got work to do and a show to
steal."
This wasn't just another Stark product launch. OmniSight
was different. It could have even been thought of as your project, the
culmination of weeks analysing Avengers’ mission data, identifying patterns,
and building something that could make the difference between life and death in
the field.
The ballroom had been transformed into a high-tech
wonderland. Stark Industries logos projected onto the walls pulsed in time with
high-tempo EDM music, while holographic displays showcased the previous year’s
highlights. But the centrepiece was the massive stage where OmniSight would
make its debut. Your heart raced just looking at it.
"Nervous?" Tony asked as you weaved
through the crowd. A waiter offered champagne; he grabbed two flutes and handed
you one.
"Should I be?" You countered, accepting
the drink but not really tasting it.
The encrypted tablet in your jacket pocket suddenly felt
heavier. It contained OmniSight's core algorithms, the ones you’d written while
piecing together your own identity alongside the program's development.
"You're asking the guy who announced, 'I am
Iron Man' to the world." He chuckled jovially, but then his expression
grew serious. "What we're unveiling today… it's not just tech. It's trust.
The team trusting you, trusting your judgment. That's worth more than any
gadget."
“No, I know.” You swallowed hard, letting his words
wash over you. “Except we’re launching your invention and providing
intel to the team. Simultaneously.”
A notification flashed on your phone: fifteen
minutes until drop-off, fifteen minutes until presentation.
Around you, security teams performed final sweeps,
and the crowd began gravitating toward their seats. You caught fragments of
excited whispers: "Stark's new AI", "game-changing
capabilities", "who's the new analyst?"
“Listen to me… You focus on the team and the analytics,
I’ll do the rest. Once you slip on those goggles, it’s just you, alone, in the
Tac Ops Centre. Alright? Leave the flair to me. On stage under the spotlight?
It’s where I thrive.”
You took a deep breath, straightened your shoulders,
and followed Tony toward the backstage area.
As promised, he let you take your seat on the
platform while he took centre stage behind several monitors, linking the video
feed from your headset straight to the big screen for the audience, sure to
mute the audio to prevent potential intel leaks.
Your fingers hovered over the sleek surface of the
OmniSight goggles. Through the curtain, you could hear the growing murmur of
the crowd, the occasional camera flash illuminating the fabric like distant
lightning.
Tony caught your eye from his position, giving you a
subtle nod. The same nod you'd seen him give Nat before a stealth op, or Steve
before a tactical play. You secured the goggles over your eyes, and the world
transformed into a grid of data streams and tactical overlays.
Through your headset, you heard Tony’s voice. By his
tone alone, you knew his presentation had begun. He was in full-on performance
mode.
“Y/N, your headset projects the feed from each team
member’s perspective as separate, layered windows. You can switch between
perspectives with hand gestures or voice commands.”
“Gestures and voice commands. Got it.”
Multiple screens flickered to life, each one
streaming a live feed from the team—Steve, Sam, Clint, and Nat. And for this
particular exercise, Tony ensured they each wore the accompanying OmniSight
lenses. This was your element. Where instinct met analytics. Here, your
mysterious past didn't matter. Only the mission ahead.
“Are we live?” you heard Steve ask.
“Live but muted, I think.”
The feeds stabilised, giving you a panoramic view of
New York City from four different vantage points. Nat's feed captured the blur
of traffic as she wove her motorcycle through the morning rush, her subtle
movements keeping her inconspicuous among the commuters. Sam and Clint shared
similar perspectives: Sam’s aerial view from a private rooftop; Clint’s directly
from the Quinjet, providing constant surveillance. Steve's ground-level view offered
crucial street intel, but he was slowly inching his way to higher ground.
Your fingers moved instinctively through the air,
organising the feeds into a tactical grid. Ahead of you in the distance, you
could hear Tony's voice growing more animated as he narrated for the audience,
but your focus had narrowed to your data streams. Biometric readings from each
team member scrolled along the edges of their feeds—heart rates, stress levels,
environmental conditions—all flowing into OmniSight's predictive analytics.
“Alright, no pressure, but we've already lost the
compound once..." Steve's voice filtered through your earpiece. "Let's
not let it slip through our hands again."
From his position on the rooftop, Sam's feed gave
you a sweeping view of the congested streets below. "Intel says it's
aboard a 10-wheeler, enroute to its original buyer. Roads are busy, though… Could
be anywhere."
"'Kay, when you say intel, do you really
mean rumour?" Clint's voice filtered through from the Quinjet.
"’Cause I thought Y/N was our source of intel."
"Uh... That's classified..." Sam replied
sheepishly.
You studied the streams of information flowing
across your vision, your hands working quickly across the OmniSight interface.
"Running local traffic patterns… Cross-referencing known routes with
Falcon's intel... Guys, I’ve got a few leads, but I need eyes on the ground to
confirm."
“Y/N, see the blue 10-wheeler heading for the
overpass? That it?” Clint called out, peering out the window.
“Yeah, I see it. Already analysing.”
Your fingers flew across the holographic interface,
pulling up traffic camera feeds and overlaying them with predictive route
algorithms. The audience in front of you faded to white noise as you immersed
yourself in the data stream. Each tap, each gesture, brought new information
flooding onto your screens: traffic patterns, commercial vehicle registrations,
known smuggling routes. OmniSight processed it all, turning raw data into
actionable intelligence.
“Distance, two miles ahead. Weight suggests it's
loaded. Definitely carrying something heavy. Height clearance looks standard,
no military-grade armour detected. Driver’s profile, male, mid-30s…” The
biometric scans flashed red in your peripheral vision. “Four passengers
onboard, all of whom are armed…”
Your mind raced through the calculations,
OmniSight's predictive algorithms confirming what instinct was already telling
you.
"Cap, with the truck moving at 50mph, you can
jump from the overpass 500 metres ahead." A holographic trajectory line
appeared in your vision, mapping the exact path. "Angle of approach has to
be precise. You'll need to time it right or you'll overshoot."
Clint carefully tracked the 10-wheeler from above,
timing Steve’s jump. "Here we go, Cap. Truck's headed for the overpass in
five..."
The familiar swoosh of Steve's shield being swung
into its harness came through your audio feed.
"Four..."
Through his lens, you could see him eyeing the
overpass, already mentally plotting his jump.
"Three..."
The data streaming across your display confirmed he
would only get one shot at this.
"Two..."
Your breath caught as Steve's feed suddenly tilted,
his body launching into a perfect arc through the air. His calculated leap from
the looped bridge, his body a blur of motion against the Manhattan skyline, the
truck moving steadily below. Time seemed to slow as the targeting reticule in
your display tracked his trajectory, even though you knew he’d make it.
In front of you, you heard a collective gasp from
the audience, thoroughly enjoying Tony’s product launch with real-time show of
the Avengers in action.
Steve was mid-air, his body tensed for impact, when
OmniSight suddenly flagged new intel. The monotoned "recalculating"
sent a shiver down your spine.
"Ah, no! Shit!"
"That'd better be a good, 'Ah, no, shit',"
Sam warned.
Your fingers worked across the holographic
interface, goggles flashing as you analysed the incoming data. "OmniSight
just flagged something. There's an 82% probability the compound isn't on that
truck."
"You couldn't have figured that out before I
jumped?" Steve's voice was strained as he gripped the side of the truck,
his feed showing the rushing pavement below.
"Sorry, Cap." You kept your voice
apologetic but focused, never taking your eyes off the data streams. "The
data just came through. I'm tracking heat signatures and material
densities."
"If it's not on the truck, where is it?"
Natasha cut in, her voice sharp and, as always, no-nonsense.
Your hands moved rapidly across the interface,
cross-referencing new intel. "What we're looking for is a Terradyne
Armoured Vehicle, five miles north." The tactical map before you lit up
with a new target, OmniSight's algorithms already calculating optimal intercept
routes. "Nat, you're two clicks away if you cut through the next alley and
intercept at the east exit ramp."
In the distance, you could hear Tony smoothly
incorporating the sudden change of plans into his presentation, his voice never
betraying the tension filtering through the team's comms. He really was
every bit the performer he claimed to be. He had them eating out of the palm of
his hand.
The Terradyne Armoured Vehicle barrelled down the
road, its reinforced exterior menacing even under OmniSight's live feed.
Through your tactical display, you watched Natasha's motorcycle weave through
traffic, her vital signs steady despite the high-stakes pursuit. Your fingers
danced across the interface, analysing every variable, every potential outcome.
Natasha was in the clear.
"The Terradyne's packing heat. Six men
onboard," you reported, watching their heat signatures pulse on your
display. "First five are likely to engage. They'll prioritise protecting
the sixth. He's carrying the compound."
Through Nat's feed, you watched the confrontation
unfold like a deadly ballet. She braked hard, the motorcycle sliding in a
controlled arc directly into the oncoming attack. The first attacker barely had
time to raise his weapon before she was airborne, using her momentum to turn
his own bulk against him. They hit the ground together, but Nat was already
rolling to her feet, her movements fluid and precise as she charged straight
for attackers two and three.
Your eyes darted between the biometric readings
flooding your screen. "One more thing..." You tracked the elevated
vitals of the final target. "The guy with the compound? He's scared. Heart
rate is through the roof. Might be leverage if things get dicey."
"Good to know. Leverage is my special–"
Nat's voice carried a hint of satisfaction, but your attention had already
snapped to a new threat emerging in your peripheral display.
"Nat, behind you!" Your warning came just
as a fourth attacker emerged from Nat's blind spot, his weapon raised.
Through her feed, you watched as she reacted with
lethal precision. Her foot whipped up in a brutal arc that connected first with
his jaw, then pivoted down to strike his solar plexus. The man folded, but Nat
was already moving, grabbing attacker five and using him as a human shield
against the final target. The sixth man, the one carrying the compound, hesitated
for a crucial second.
That was all she needed.
In one fluid motion, Nat slammed her human shield
into his companion. As both men went down, the compound flew from his grasp.
Your heart stopped as you watched it arc through the air. But Nat was already
moving, her hand shooting out to snatch it mere inches from the ground. She
completed the movement with a perfect front flip, landing in a ready stance.
"Compound secure," she reported, breathing
hard but satisfaction and pride evident in her voice.
The entire sequence played out on the massive
screens behind Tony, your urgent communication muted but the drama of the
moment captured perfectly for the spellbound audience. You could hear the
collective intake of breath from the crowd, followed by a surge of excited
murmurs.
Through your feed, you watched as Nat straightened her
posture, the compound safely tucked away. She turned toward Sam's Redwing drone
hovering nearby, knowing it was one of your live stream sources. A familiar
smirk played across her lips as she looked directly into the camera.
"By the way, I'm not giving you credit for
this."
Your scoff-laugh was lost in the thunderous applause
that erupted in front of you. On stage, Tony was taking an elaborate bow, but
you caught the quick wink he threw in your direction. From mission control to
product demonstration, OmniSight had proved itself in the most dramatic, most
fantastical way possible. Even if Nat would never admit it.
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