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The general nodded slowly, clearly impressed.
"This is well designed," he said. "Simple. Clean. Effective."
Sharon inclined her head slightly. "Thank you, sir."
She then opened the same case again and took out several magazines, placing them neatly on the table.
"This weapon supports multiple ammunition types," she continued calmly.
She picked up the first magazine.
"EMP rounds. If used precisely, three shots are enough to shut down a main battle tank. Sensors, control systems—everything goes dark."
Rhodes' eyes narrowed. "Three shots?"
"Yes," Sharon replied. "Any more would be unnecessary."
She set that magazine aside and lifted another.
"Toxic rounds," she said. "On impact, they release a controlled poison cloud."
The general frowned slightly. "Like gas weapons?"
"Similar," Sharon said, "but more precise. You've already seen a version of it."
She looked at Rhodes.
"Lady Violet used a red mist to subdue Ivan Vanko. This is the same base compound."
Rhodes nodded. "That stuff dropped him in seconds."
"The toxicity can be adjusted, the more shots fired the higher toxicity" Sharon added evenly. "Less shots induce sleep or paralysis. More shots are lethal."
She placed that magazine down and picked up the last one.
"And these are pure armor-piercing rounds," she said. "No explosion. No secondary effects. Just penetration."
She gestured toward a thick steel wall panel set up for testing.
"One shot," she said.
A technician loaded the magazine, aimed, and fired.
The round punched straight through the thick steel wall, leaving a clean exit hole on the other side.
Silence filled the hangar.
The general exhaled slowly. "That went through reinforced steel."
"Yes," Sharon replied. "And it keeps going."
Justin Hammer swallowed.
Rhodes crossed his arms, eyes fixed on the weapon. "And this is just a handgun."
Sharon nodded. "A sidearm."
The general looked from the damaged targets to the Iron Man armor, then back to Sharon.
"And all of this fits into a platform this small," he said quietly.
"Yes, sir."
He set the gun down carefully, as if it might explode just from being handled.
"Continue," he said.
Sharon nodded and moved to the next case.
She opened it, revealing a small, cylindrical object resting in foam padding.
At first glance, it looked harmless.
She lifted it and, with a short twist, it extended smoothly into a full-length baton.
"This is a multi-purpose baton," Sharon explained. "We designed it for situations where ranged weapons aren't ideal and melee combat is required."
She tapped a control near the grip.
"It has three modes," she continued.
She switched to the first setting. A low hum filled the air as faint arcs of electricity danced along the surface.
"Electro mode," Sharon said. "Non-lethal. Delivers a powerful electric shock that can incapacitate most targets instantly."
She switched modes again. The baton's surface began to glow faintly red.
"Thermal mode," she said. "Extreme heat focused along the striking surface. It can cut through metal or cauterize on impact."
She changed modes one last time. The glow vanished, replaced by a dull, heavy presence. The air itself seemed to tense.
"And impact mode," Sharon finished. "Pure kinetic force."
She looked at the thick armored slab set up nearby.
"One strike," she said.
She swung the baton down.
There was a sharp crack.
The armored slab dented inward violently, spiderweb cracks spreading across its surface.
Rhodes let out a low whistle. "That hit like a sledgehammer."
Sharon turned and handed the baton to the general.
He took it, surprised. "It's… light."
"Yes, sir," Sharon replied. "Weight-adjusted internally. Easy to carry. Heavy only when it strikes."
The general tested the balance, giving it a few cautious swings.
"It feels normal," he said. "But it doesn't act normal."
"That's the idea," Sharon said calmly.
Justin Hammer stared at the baton, his mouth slightly open.
The general nodded once, clearly satisfied.
"Alright," he said. "What else?"
Sharon nodded and moved to the third case.
She opened it.
Inside were several small bead-like spheres, each no bigger than a marble. They looked simple—almost harmless.
"These are what we call Cages," Sharon said calmly.
Justin squinted. "Cages?" he repeated, half amused.
Sharon picked one up and held it between two fingers. "They're restraint tools."
She glanced at a nearby empty demo zone marked on the floor. "May I?"
The general hesitated, then nodded. "Proceed."
Sharon gently tossed one of the beads onto the floor.
The moment it hit, it activated.
A low pulse echoed through the hangar as a translucent energy field expanded outward in a perfect sphere—about the size of a human body.
The next second, Justin yelped.
"What the—?!"
The sphere snapped shut around him.
Justin was lifted a few inches off the ground, frozen in place, arms locked at his sides. His feet kicked uselessly, but the energy field didn't budge.
"Hey—HEY—this isn't funny!" Justin shouted, trying to move.
Nothing worked.
Rhodes raised an eyebrow. "He can't move at all?"
Sharon shook her head. "No, sir. The cage locks muscle signals and stabilizes the target in place."
She walked closer to Justin, who was now sweating.
"As you can see," Sharon continued, "it functions like advanced cuffs. No pain. No injury. Just complete restraint."
Justin strained harder. "I swear, I'll sue—!"
Sharon tapped a control on a small remote.
The energy sphere collapsed instantly.
Justin dropped to the floor with a thud, stumbling back a step, breathing hard.
"That was not funny!" He said staightening his coat.
No one laughed.
The general looked impressed. "Effective. How long can it hold someone?"
"Up to twelve hours," Sharon replied. "Longer if needed. It also adapts to strength levels. Superhuman targets included."
Rhodes crossed his arms. "Portable, non-lethal, instant restraint."
"Yes, sir," Sharon said. "Ideal for crowd control, arrests, or high-risk captures."
Justin stayed very quiet this time seeing no one is even listening to him.
The general nodded slowly. "Alright."
He looked toward Ethan for the first time since the demonstration began.
"So far," he said, "this is… very convincing."
Rhodes glanced at the Iron Man armor, then back at Sharon.
"What else does Arasaka have?"
Ethan finally stepped forward.
"What else do you need?" he asked calmly.
He looked around the hangar, then back at Rhodes and the general.
"You've seen ranged weapons," Ethan continued. "Close-range weapons. Lethal and non-lethal options. Crowd control and restraints."
He folded his arms loosely.
"So tell me," he said evenly. "What else are you looking for?"