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The slight drizzle of the rain dripped down and cooled his uncovered skin; the clouds moved along and revealed a full moon that lit the undergrowth of the jungle. Men with torches were around, hacking through the bushes as they moved forward. "Sir, the planes are ready." The young man who had spoken waited for an order; he tried to have eye contact though it was almost impossible with the height of the man before him. He felt a trickle of fear slide down his back when his eyes rested upon his face, a metal mask clung to the man's face with tubes connecting near his mouth. The rest of the great man was pure muscle; he knew the man could take down a person with one sweep of his fist; he had witnessed his fury the night before.
"I don't see why we have to take some guys daughter. What's the daughter going to do; the guy is more of a bargaining chip. Why are we even taking orders from some-" "Because it is not your call to make." The voice interrupted the man's rant, the small group of five all stood to their feet. "Bane…" Bane grabbed the man's neck in his fist and began to squeeze, the others look down at their feet as the life was taken from the man who now lay on the ground. His eyes challenged every man who looked up at him as he turned and went back to his tent. A man stood inside, "Good ears, I wouldn't have heard that." The man congratulated, "Why are you here, I am not to have my time wasted." Bane sat down in a chair, the other man held up his hands to show surrender. "I can see that. Like I said before, just take my daughter. She'd be a great test subject, at least. She's not really good for anything else." Bane looked at the man, "I do not have children, but I would at least keep them safe and not throw them to strangers." The man barked out a laugh, "You have a heart, not what I was expecting. Look, you can keep her as a pet if it means that much to you." Bane stood, he leaned into his face and narrowed his eyes. "You promise that I can keep her then, I will train her to be a machine. If she extracts vengeance against you is not my problem." A smirk came over the other man's face as he held out his hand, "She's never going to find out. I have many people that can take the blame for me." Bane looked at his hand, "I'll take that as you agree with me." The man stood, buttoning his jacket and took his leave.
His stepped onto the plan, Bane took a seat alongside his right hand man who stood his rifle upright and glanced over at him. "Hurry up and sit down." Another man came aboard dragging another man in a brown coat; the first man shoved the man in the brown coat into a seat then sat beside him. The second man glanced out the window, the first man slammed the window cover shut and as he brought his arm back, brushed the brown coated man's nose causing him to wince in pain. "Do make sure the doctor is at least comfortable, Hikins." Bane's right hand man spoke softly, "Will do, Barsard." Hikins gave a small salute before pulling out a cloth from his pocket and began cleaning his gun barrel.
The doctor held his nose, waiting for the pain to subside. He looked around at the men who had just kidnapped him from his office, they were all built in some way but none were as intimidating as the masked man who sat at the front. The mask frightened him to his core, it was as if a small monster had latched on his face and was waiting to pounce on another. He sat back and thought of his family, if he would ever see them again. He thought of his niece who he hadn't seen for years, the doctor began to murmur in his native tongue to himself the lullaby he would sing to her before she had been sent to America.
Published November 26, 2013