That night he couldn't sleep well, he woke up constantly and not by the nightmares that usually haunted him with the three decapitated bodies that returned again and again for him. Many nights his conscience would not let him sleep in peace but that was totally acceptable , just a minimal price for avenging his parents and also saved a life. If you wanted to carry the banner of justice you would have to make sacrifices. But that was not the problem this time.
Fausto was so anxious to get into the Danger Room and most important : he was anxious to do it alone. Time passed quicker than what he expected and soon he fulfill the requirements . He had spent all last day thinking about different simulations. There was much he needed to improve then it made more difficult to decide which one could be better adapted for what he needed.
He wanted to control his movements as much as Sam but its ultimate goal was to be like Luke's alter ego. He did not like the idea of wear a tight and fancy expanded suit but Luke was undoubtedly the most alike to his ideal hero.
Many times he had imagined ( because in reality he never saw any of this ) how Luke followed him without doing any noise when he entered ¨alone¨ in the devil nest , Luke's stealth capability was many times higher than his own , Luke was actually a shadow, and had helped him tying up the loose ends Fausto itself forget or did not noticed then he avoided more danger for the little avenger. And as if this were not enough, he had done it without leaving a single death corpses, a fact which was appreciated by Sam although the little hero on training did not valued as much as him . Evil must be punished and death is a good punishment for the person who kills. Tit for tat.

It was very early in the morning when he decided he could not wait even one more minute, he hurried to the entrance of the Danger Room that had always been closed to him. Several times he had tried to go in alone but could not find a nonviolent way for opening it . To dissolve all the door was not a good choice, since surely thousand alarms would howl throughout the mansion.
When he entered ,it was all empty as always, it seemed to be smaller while it was not simulating anything as if it suddenly would magnify when someone help ¨her¨ to decide what to display.
The first thing that solidified there where some targets separated at different distances, the closest ones to him were just standing there. More further away were a bunch of object that partially or totally shielded the targets and those that were almost at the opposite corner of the room were swaying from side to side. Everything appeared as He wrote in the small but powerful computer that had a large database with all the available simulations , from Urban settings from different parts of the world to the depths of the amazon jungle.

Iron could oxidate and the accuracy of Iron Mouth was really rusty, it had been so long since he ceased to aim directly to eyes .That trick allowed him to properly melt and blind anyone not fast enough to dodge . And somehow he had a very good accuracy until he stopped using the trick for Sam's training 'cause it was not aimed to kill but to try to defend against the opponent without hurting him badly... but there are circumstances like what happened at the military bases at Columbia where you can not have any compassion for the enemy and you need the dirtiest and trickiest tricks. No compassion toward the enemy even when he survived thanks to a man in the enemy camps that worried about him , he was so nice with Iron ... But the doctor was as much a prisoner as he was.
Fausto yawned without really looking forward to start moving so early, his body did not want to start but it was better to do it early to have a lazy day later . He stopped at a considerably distance , just a few feet away from the first group of targets, anyone thinking that the little boy was about to practice with a gun would think the child was practically blinded because the distance was of 6 long steps. Fortunately or not for criminals he wanted to chase , the boy had no gun in his possession and probably would not use one even if he had the possibility ,anyway Iron Mouth had other weapons designed for combat.

The boy spat quickly straight to the three of the nearest fixed targets. One spat of deadly substance hit very close to the center, the other two were barely touched by the gross bullet. He shook his head, sighed and took the knife he hide in his clothes almost always. It was a Slate gift . It was a special knife with a special cover ,bulletproof glass and nobody but him knew of its existence. He ran the rest of the way to the other end to avoid falling asleep for the quietness of the Danger Room , it needed music or more noises . So just when he had the knife in his hand began to run toward the middle of the place where were the targets that were blocked by various objects, he could not give a direct hit like before , he should dodge them quickly in order to attack the guarded objects. The Danger Room had chosen different things to stop his movements , it had stacked cardboard boxes, tires, garbage cans and even a car in ruins. While Fausto licked carefully but quickly the blade of his knife on both sides he ran , a action which had been obliged to be include in his list of actions that should not or should do because of his mutation. For example he had to be careful when licking his lips.

His knife was drenched with saliva as he jumped the first obstacle, cardboard boxes. Immediately after landing he thrust the center of the target. Iron quickly turned on his heel to go to the next objective, but he stumbled upon one of the boxes and fell to the floor. If Johnny had been there would laugh as much as he had laughed the first time that the child used a knife in a training , now Fausto handled it with great skill but he could not help thinking that Johnny Three Fingers used knifes better than him despite the problem already cited in his name.
Fortunately he did not hurt himself with the knife. He tried to hurry and did not look very well the environment or he would had realized that there were more boxes near the first line . Wasn't it what Luke or Sam said ? He should put more attention or he would end up hurting himself or others. So he was training to be able to defend their loved ones.
He stood up with renewed enthusiasm when he remembered why he was suppose to train hard and ran to the next group of obstacles , he did not want to be an imitation of Sam or Luke. both were great but what he wished was different. Neither of them seemed to understand him , Slate's goal to better the world was the most similar to Iron's own personal goals but he did not comprehend that almost insane desire to be the executioner of justice, all for a better world. It was that or he just wanted all the world to acknowledge his efforts ? Was Iron greedy wanting the world to himself ? A world of criminals was not worthy of being governed by him . But as equal to that desire of Justice, was this another desire to protect his home and loved ones. He did not want to lose anyone again.