Bane was pleased. The doctor was perfect, discovering the warlord's shame and pushing them into a fight. With the death of the man and his home, 500 odd highly trained mercenaries were out of a job and were too happy to join so long as he gave them purpose. He was ready to take back his destiny. With these men and Hydra's advanced technology, they would be practically invincible.
Eclypsa wandered back to their quarters at dawn and slept the sleep of the dead. She was comatose. When going to board the plane, Bane carried her up the ramp and gently deposited her onto the seat across from him. He sat across from her and studied her. He figured she would be mad once she woke up because he abandoned the women back in the underground room. She wouldn't see sense, she would just get angry. Bane recalled her question, why keep her around. Bane thought hard, yes there were far many other people who were much easier to intimidate but none had her fire, her zeal and conviction to her purpose. She would never admit it but she was exactly like him, fighting for their respective principles.
She didn't stir the entire time the plane was taking off and Bane had the rare opportunity to just stare at her and enjoy the silence. The plane reached cruising altitude when she stirred, yawning, she sat properly in her seat and stared at him. Bane braved himself for a berating but instead she asked, "So what now? What's the plan with these men?" Bane ruminated on whether to tell her or not. He decided she wouldn't be able to tell anyone so she could be trusted with this information.
"These men will help me bring order to the city." He said. Her brows furrowed, "What? I thought chaos and destruction was your thing. Culling the old, weak, and sick right?"
"That is the first part. There is no freedom without order so now with only the fittest, we must remake society and regain structure." He replied. "The city still be directed by my sponsors, Hydra."
Eclypsa's brows raised, "Hydra? I thought it was decommissioned after Captain America tore it apart in the 40s."
Bane looked at her sidelong, "Captain America should be dead from the plane crash or 90 years old and infirm, yet he is still very much alive and in the prime of his life. Why is the resurrection of a secret military operation a surprise?"
She nodded then posed another question, "Where to next? Will you go around the entire state, then go north or south?"
"Next will be New York." Bane nodded to himself. "In order to bring this country to heel, first we attack the seat of government. Then centers of history and cultures."
Eclypsa sighed, "Where were we?"
"Mongolia. Now what is in the box?" Bane pointed at the box in her lap.
Startled, she looked down. "I don't know, the patient I saw at the warlord's place gave it to me." Bane leaned over and took it from her, ignoring her outraged inhale. He checked the sides and shook it gently, clinking from metal sounded from the box. Bane cautiously opened it to reveal a mess of jewelry and feminine beauty tools. He gave it back to her and watched as she pulled out a jeweled hand mirror, a carved wooden comb, a brush and a variety of other trinkets women like. She shut the box gently with a pensive look and at Bane's probing state she muttered, "She bought these with blood and freedom."