Comrade, oh my comrade

V: 𝓝𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓪

He walked with the same stride as a soldier. Everything about him was put together, clean and assertive. Even the way his waist leaned with each step, his firm back, and the way his hands stayed either behind it, or at his side, or one fixing the sleeve on his wrist. He knew he was a weapon. His shoulders were back, his steps long but fast and his face stayed a neutral state which was frowning brows.

Mr. Bane changed his clothes once we arrived here. He was now in casual wear, which for him was a long-sleeved black shirt that hugged him tightly, his muscles pressing against the fabrics almost like they wanted to make sure their presence was accounted for. His shirt tucked into khaki cargo pants with many pockets along the legs, a black thick belt wrapped around his waist, and a chain hung around his neck. His black shoe and sock combo fitted his look. I couldn't imagine him wearing any other color. He looked delicious, and I wanted to bite so badly.

"As you already know, this building is where our coworkers live, sleep, and eat. We call it The Hive when referring to it." He pressed the elevator, and we stood in silence as it came. My gaze hasn't left him since I got off the floor. I wanted to slam his head between the doors of the elevator and watch them crush it for it, but not before my thighs have the pleasure. As we stepped in, he continued.

"You don't have access to any floor but yours in this building, and you will be escorted to and from here. You may not enter the building without" His monotone voice and boring look continued as he took us to the third floor. The doors opened. It was a double-door elevator on this level, one way leading down a hall and the other into more rooms ex. I noted that. His forceful grip snatched my arm and dragged me down the hall.

"Don't even think about it," I chuckled.

"This building is where all our tech-related assets are. We refer to it as Aid. Again, you will not have access unless escorted. There are five floors in this building, none you need a tour of." He didn't loosen up his grip as we walked past tables of people. Most of them avoided eye contact. I guess they've heard about me. The people who stared watched with curious eyes, like I was a rare animal. That's adorable. We exited the building, a large quad meeting us. Paths went in different directions, going to other buildings like these two. It was nice. The garden pieces placed between each path made the air feel new and clean. I took in a deep breath, enjoying it.

"To the left is where all business meetings and assignments are given. You see that when we go to Ross. The right is The Institute. All members go there to train and get personalized weapons. All means of transportation are in the building's basement as well. Again, you do not have access to that."

"Tell me I have access to something, pirate," I stated flatly. His firm grip tightening was conformation as we walked down the path to it.

We entered the building, and it was beautiful. It was the biggest of them all. They covered the first floor in boxing rings and punching bags hanging from above, and long, bright lights lined the ceiling. There was equipment hugging the walls all around with mats in front, following the walls wrapping around.

"This is where everyone trains except a select few," He said, guiding me past the people fighting on each side. We walked between the rings and bags until we got to the elevator in the back. The next level was more private, with one big ring and advanced equipment around the room, a long mirror on the left wall, a punching bag, and a showering room. "This is where you will train. '' He looked down at me, but I was in awe of the place. The damage I could do with the weapons made me giddy. "supervised of course," he added before walking deeper into the room.

"All this just for me," I swooned, and he rolled his eyes. "No," he said bleakly. "This room is for the top five, one being me. You will meet the others soon."