Missing Target

Apparently, the three piece suit guy Cynthia killed was the son of a big time Mexican Cartel. Now, there were Cartel enforcers looking for her all over Los Angeles. It was a week after she had killed those people in the docks and Cynthia has to admit the turmoil in the underground network was just juicy! The Cartel had killed the motorcycle gang thinking they were the ones that hired her to kill their boss' baby boy.

Then, in an act to enrage them even more, she straight up massacred the first enforcers they sent. Pinned them to the ceiling and wrote for them to come and find her with their blood! The second wave came and she ambushed them, slicing all of them in half and left them in the middle of Los Angeles for the whole city to see. The third wave was considerably less but the Cartel godfather had decided not to joke around and hired Bane to help them capture her!

"So that's Bane," Cynthia thought as she spied on the large hispanic man getting in a pickup truck. The man had on face paint, wearing a black tank top, fatigue pants and black boots. On back was a tank of his venom serum with a pipe connected to the back of his head. If she were Batman or Robin cutting that pipe would have been the first priority but she just thought it was a nuisance.

"So you are the big bad guy," she said when she saw an elderly man in a three piece suit getting inside a black SUV, third one and right in the middle of the motorcade. "Here I thought I would come visit Mexico to find you." She sat on the edge of the flyover bridge and waited, tracking the vehicles till they got to the interstate she wanted.

"Gotcha," she smiled behind her helmet and prepared herself. Once the motorcade was in an acceptable distance, she took a deep breath in.

"Maximum effort," she sighed before pushing herself off the edge. The pedestrians were shocked seeing her and were even more so when she crashes into the sunroof an SUV.

Cynthia's momentum came to a stop as she sat down right in between the cartel godfather and his bodyguard at her left. Everyone in the car was stunned by what was happening but Cynthia was not one to stand in ceremony. With great dexterity, she had unsheathed her SIG Sauer P320 pistol and shot the bodyguard to her left from under his jaw, killing him while also kicking the godfather with such great force he broke the door and he was sent flying outside the car, his fate been run-over by a minivan.

The co-driver attempted to turn around and shoot her but she got hold of his outstretched gunhand and just threw him backwards, making him fly out of the car through the back windshield and into the following car's windshield which made the drive away and hit a truck carrying a container that fell over and crushed the vehicle.

Cynthia by then had shot the driver from behind his head, climbed to the roof of the SUV and jumped into the back of the pickup truck Bane was in. The big man had already juiced himself and with one punch, tore the roof of the vehicle. He walked to the back of the truck eyeing the petite nuisance.

"So you are the assassin puta I was hired to kill," he growled, flexing his muscles.

"You must be Bane, must useless criminal in Gotham. If you can't kill the Batman, what makes you think you can kill me?" she taunted.

"You dare compare with Batman!" Bane raged and he started his onslaught.

Cynthia dodged the furry punches that were always aimed at her critical points, shoulders, neck or even her solar plexus! She wondered how such a huge man could be so lithe but she did hold back when she sent a Buddha Palm strike to his stomach. Bane spat out blood as he was sent flying backwards by the force of the palm, crashing into a public bus.

"Hijo de puta!" Bane cursed as he felt his entire body aching. He coughed out more blood as he finally got up then looked down on his stomach to see a palm shaped dent on it! He was afraid, very much afraid. One move and he had been reduced to a blood vomiting mess! was this the pinnacle use of martial arts? Is this the kind of power it requires to fight a defeat the Batman? Quickly, he got out of his stupor and tried with all his might to get into his feet but he just couldn't. That was when he realized the ugly truth! His organs had been damaged very badly!

"One strike! One strike to reduce me to this...this...mess!" Bane coughed out lying on the floor again. The passengers of the bus were petrified with fear, knowing who Bane was.

"To be honest, you would have died if not for your Venom serum. Even if I toned it back by much, the Buddha Palm destroys the insides of anything it hits to mush," Cynthia said as she swung into the bus from its roof. The passengers were even more terrified now. The person in front of them was the killer shown in the television, known to just straight up murder everyone she sees! Nobody but Bane and her moved. Bane himself laughed in self loathe.

"I survived fighting Batman only to be killed by a puta in a public bus," he chuckled before looking at her. "Go on then." Cynthia reloaded her pistol and aimed at Bane's head. Before she could fire, however, she turned around, unsheathing a dagger and slicing a bullet in half. She looked at the far distance and saw Deadshot aiming right at her and frowned. Suddenly, a smoke bomb went off inside the bus making the driver and passengers cough in irritation but Cynthia threw her dagger where Bane was, aiming at his neck. Instead a girl's groan of pain was all she heard before the smoke disappeared and Bane was gone.

"I can't believe I just did that! I hesitated! I fucking hesitated!" Cynthia roared in self anger before she turned to look at where Deadshot was. He had gone but she knew he would not have gone too far. "If I can't kill him, I will kill you."

She shot out of the bus with such force the bus was sent to move on its two left wheels for a distance she she herself arrived at the building, smashing through the window, rolling like a ball to reduce the momentum then she continued on running, leaving stunned salary men looking at her in shock.

Cynthia came to the stairwell and looked down, to see Deadshot doing his best to run down the stairs as fast as he could. She snorted then vaulted over to a free fall upto the floor Deadshot was on. Getting hold of the guardrail, she pulled herself over before her feet hit the wall and she catapulted herself to smash into Deadshot from behind, getting him in a chokehold. Deadshot was stunned for he did not even realize how she got behind him. His immediate action was to go for his dagger but Cynthia was done playing around. With no remorse, she broke his neck.

"Motherfucker!" Cynthia cursed him and threw the body off of her. She patted her pants before she walked out of the building.