Silly World

Gotham had been taken over by the terrorist Bane and his army the day before. FBI agent Kate Messner watched the city crumble from her apartment window while Bane's annoucement was aired on T.V. The terrorist Bane was no stranger to Messner. The last Seven years as an agent were spent chasing down wanted men and terrorist groups like Bane. Her pursuit of Bane had been in Africa and Europe. With a face like his you could imagine he was easy to track down and capture. But the last seven years have been proven to be difficult. Only one three occasions she nearly had Bane but he managed to slip through her grasp.

Messner closed her eyes for a second and the memories of the last three run ins played in her head over and over again.

The first

She was fresh from the FBI headquaters and already she was caught in the crossfire in a warehouse just outside of Moscow. She was trapped behind an over turned desk, her glock 23 clip was emptied out just seconds before. Bullets zipped above her head, shouts were heard from her team on her right side. Her partner Tanner was shouting instructions at her waiting for the first oppurtunity to ruscue her. Suddenly an explosion went off. She curled up for cover. Her ears were ringing as chunks of earth fell from around her. The concrete floor shook beneath her as she tried to get herself off the floor but she was kicked over by a strong boot. Her head spun as she was yanked from the ground and slammed against the wall.

"I'm insulted, Your superiors send an inexperience agent." said a strong mechanical voice. Messner tried to focus on the face but was distracted by the device, "Fuck you." was all she could come up with. There was a hiss "You have some fight in you agent. I have a feeling I'll be seeing more of you. Good Luck."

That was the first meeting with Bane. After that failed mission in Russia she got more experience chasing the Cartel in Mexico. Which prepared her for the second coming.

The Second

It was two years later when she was following up a lead on Bane in the Middle East. A small village in the middle of nowhere with an air strip which was used by Bane and his small bandits for transporting weapons.

"Messner, if you capture him this time your up for a promotion." Agent Johnson informed her from the otherside of the village through her ear peice. "So I've heard." she answered pulling her veil over her face from the sun. They had been there for four days waiting for Bane's next shipment out of the country. He was supplying a warlord from the Congo, her intelligence team informed her that a recent contract had gone wrong and that Bane was now on the warlord's hit list.

She knew she couldn't let that happen, The FBI needed him in custody alive. "Messner we have eyes on a convey three miles out and heading your way from the main road." reported another agent, "Copy that, Everyone look alive this could be our target." she annouced cocking back her glock 23 and checking her pockets for the two extra clips just in case.

"Messner we have eyes another convey coming from the east side of the village." Messner stopped checking her ear peice, "Repeat that?" she ordered. "Theres another convey approaching." Messner jumped out from her seat, "Fuck! anyone have eyes and ears on the second convey? there should only be on convey coming in from the main road. Someone talk to me!" she shouted, this wasn't apart of the plan. There was too many innocent villagers around that were now in danger if this went wrong. "Agent Messner which one has our guy?" asked another, "Fuck! I don't know i want eyes on both." she shouted again

The first convey arrived at the air strip, Messner watched from a distance. There he was. Bane. "Alright I got the target in my sight, I need a count on the others?", "Copy, Messner I count four from the convey. Shit Messner.. It looks like Mr. Rasha." reported an agent. Messner cursed again, Rasha had come from the Congo in person for Bane.

"Agents we can't let Rasha take Bane. Bane is our priority." she ordered. There was slience, "Messner Rasha is approaching Bane.", "Alright keep your eyes open, wait for the signal to move in. We could possibly take in both of them." she informed. Silence again, "Agent Tanner report?" ordered Messner but there was only silence. "Tanner?" she asked. "Johnson do you have eyes on Tanner?" asked Messner. "Messner no sign of Tanner, he was just there." reported Johnson. "Shit. Mendoza is Tanner with you?" silence again. "Mendoza?" Messner asked again. "Johnson theres nothing coming in from Tanner and Mendoza." but heard nothing, "Johnson? Johnson answer me damn it!" she hissed.

"Messner? Agents Johnson, Tanner, Mendoza and Flores have gone off sir." reported her team from the otherside of the village. Messner remained silent for a few seconds, Bane had disappeared from her sight. "I lost sight of the target." she answered. "Messner we lost sight of the other four." reported the other team. Suddenly a pair of hands grabbed her shoulders and slammed her head to the mud wall.

She was out cold again but woke up tied to a spare tire. "Agent Messner. I've heard of you." said a voice with a strong Nigerian accent. Rasha had her as a captive. "Mr. Rasha your far from home." replied Messner. "So are you Agent Messner." said a familiar voice behind her. Bane made his presence known as he walked in front of her.

"Two years have earned you a reputation Agent Messner." said Bane, Messner growled, "You advised experience, so i got experience." Messner replied coldly. Bane grabbed the corners of his vest. "Yes but twise you've lost your team agent."

Messner growed again, "Enough! kill the bitch and be done with it." shout Rasha stepping up to Bane who reamined staring back at Messner. "You don't give the orders here Mr. Rasha." said Bane not breaking his attention from Messner. Rasha took another step forward, "Who do you think you are?" he asked pulling a zippo from his pocket. Bane didn't move, Messner flinched as another of Rasha's men began pouring gasoline on her. "Agent Messner hasn't earned a death." said Bane suddenly turning around to Rasha. "I don't care who the bitch is to you." Rasha said flicking on the zippo again. Messner tried to use her feet to push herself from Rasha's reach.

Bane moved so fast that Messner didn't see Bane snap Rasha's neck but the zippo landed inches away from Messner, the gasoline trail she following her. She screamed as she continued to push herself back. Bane move fast again pulling her from the trail, She could heard guns shots in the distance. Bane dragged her from the spill and began cutting the rope from her wrist attached to the tire. "Agent Messner. You failed again." he said then she was out.

She awoke to the sound of a hilcoptor above her and flashing lights. Bane was gone and left her alive.