It hadn't been easy, but Rhodey had done it. Somehow, he'd sold the administration on a Stark super weapon about which he knew nothing. In the face of a platform of a dozen projects the Joint Chiefs were selling, Rhodey had convinced the White House to gamble on a promise. He wrang all the goodwill out of Tony's name he could, and had gone on to cash in every favor, exploit every weakness, use every friendship and contact he had made in over 20 years as a career soldier. He'd gone over his superiors, and inexorably tied his career to the project. If it didn't deliver, he was done for. And yet, Rhodey had never doubted for a moment that Tony would come through,
Pressing his thumb to the fingerprint scanner, Rhodey pushed open the door to the Garage. "I brought beer" he called out, raising the box of budweiser in his right hand.