Bane was nonplussed. When he barged into Dr. Delalune's operating room, he expected the surgeon to freeze in a blind panic like the rest of the little nobodies that orbited her. He did not expect her to be a woman, let alone stand up to him. He didn't understand her bravery "Or foolishness," he thought. Dr. Delalune was half his size and a third of his mass yet she still held her ground long enough to save her patient and her staff.
"What are we doing here?" her voice rang out.
In response, Bane pushed open the door. The sound of agonized screaming assaulted their ears and everyone except Bane took an involuntary step back. There strapped down to a chair was a man getting electroshock therapy from a sinister machine. As expected, the good doctor rushed towards and screamed at the pale, sickly technician to stop the machine. The technician looked at Band for direction. At his nod, the technician turned the machine off. As the technician approached, a metal arm shot out like a lunging tiger ripped through the restraints, and grabbed the hapless technician by the throat. Dr. Delalune grabbed the man's wrist and tried impotently to pry the cold fingers around the asphyxiating technician. The man and the doctor made eye contact and then the technician was flung clear across the room.
"Asset: Longing, rusted, furnace, daybreak, seventeen, benign, nine, homecoming, one, freight car." Bane ground out.
The cobalt eyes turned into steel blue and a blank expression crept across the man's face. In a curiously flat voice the man responded, "Ready to comply."
Bane turned and faced the doctor. "He is your responsibility now. You are to assess him and determine whether he is fit for missions and fix him if he isn't. You are to also treat my other men-"
"Before you start listing your demands, what's in it for me?" Dr. Delalune asked. Bane blinked, "Well for one thing, your life." The woman had the audacity to flap her hand dismissively. "Not good enough," she sniped. His men all took a sizeable step back.
"What then?" Bane's ire rose. "I will treat your men as long as I can treat my other patients. When my other patients have recovered, your men will escort them safely out to their families," Dr. Delalune stated. Bane stared then growled, "My men are not responsible after your patients after they leave."
"Fine, let this man fry into a useless vegetable. See if you can tell if he's fit for duty without 8 years of training."
Bane took a deep breath. "Fine," he acquiesced "But he will stay with you at all times to keep an eye on you." The woman paled in fury and her eyes flashed violet fire but she nodded curtly. She was smart- for her this was about as good as it was going to get. "Start your examination now." Bane waved at the men and they dutifully followed him out. The door closed with a ominous clang and the good doctor was left alone with the assassin previously secured to a metal chair.