Bill:

Might take a break from Serial 1 and try my hand at a semi-side backstory of Bill.
Hotheads beware.

The blue turboprop airplane creaked at the turbulence as it passed over hill and dale of the land below.

A man looked out of the window with a somewhat distressed look in his face. His hair has whitened in spots, face filled with wrinkles which he may or may not obtained from his years of radiation-related research.

He took his face away from the window, looking at the heavily armed guard that sat across him on the other side. The man was young, but his eyes showed experience, of things you do not want to see.

Three men with sack cloth over their heads were kneeling on the back, two more guards flanking them.

A man emerged from the cockpit and began to walk down the aisle. He wore a dark blue windbreaker and cargo pants, giving off an air of professionalism.

After a short yet hammy speech, he directed one of the guards to open up the rear door, which he does so. The sound of rushing air began to fill the cabin, muffling whatever things he said to the prisoner he held up to the open door.

He probably didn't like what he heard from the man, because he shot him on the spot with a handgun and directed his man to throw him overboard.

Two more of the covered men are left, and one of them was then again led to the open passage to certain death. Whoever this man is, he really takes no shit. 

As his mouth began to move, the other captive opened up, but with a voice seemingly muffled by something that covered his mouth.

>"Well perhaps he is wondering why somebody would shoot a man, before throwing him out of a plane."

The man with the windbreaker, seemingly amused, has the previous prisoner taken back inside and ordered the door closed.

>"Oh, about that? I do not want to bore holes on the fuselage and scatter someone's memories all over the carpet."

He then pulled off the sack off the prisoner's head, unveiling a man wearing a mask.

>"Well, look at who it is. Bane, age unknown, leading world terrorist. Known to utilize systems that border on science and occultism to attack. Operates under the cover of an arms exporter, weeding out weapons with sentience. Tortures them to break their will to use them in your waffegeist research."

He then takes a look back at the masked man before he goes off back again at his tirade.

>"First known case was a bank robbery in Berlin. One of the bank guard's weapon started to fire wildly, hitting a civilian inside. So did two MP5's used by the responding police. Case was dismissed as negligience, but we know better, having captured the little bug planted on a nearby building."

>"Second case was during a machine-gun shoot at Knob Creek, Kentucky. Several machineguns went runaway, killing two owners and injuring spectators. A more powerful bug the size of a briefcase was left up on a powerline.

>"Attempted an attack during an open-carry protest in Texas. The ATF, however useless they may be, caught the white van that contained the 10-mile radius device. They thought it contained a car bomb and shot it to hell. We helped throw the incident under the carpet."

>"Lastly, attempted kidnapping of Dr. Leonid Pavel, self-proclaimed leading researcher in the Astranuclear Theory. If his research were to be viable, it would allow you to build an airburst nucleo-astral device to send all waffegeists in the continental United States to haywire."

The man in the mask squinted his eyes, seemingly entertained as on how the man before him knew his exploits, but he kept silent.

He had other plans.

The plane began to shake more violently than before.

>"Change heading to two-three-zero. Evasive maneuvers, or better yet, topple them."

It was visible in Bane's eyes the worry he had for his plans as the plane lurched one direction and his own plane, a white C-130, appeared on one of the side windows.

>"Have the MiG's shoot it down and tell it was a target drone."

he masked man fell silent, his plan outplayed by one of the smuggest agents he has ever seen.

>"Not feeling so big right now, huh, Bane?"

He was filled with anger, anger of having things not going to his plan.

>"You know why I plan to do away with waffegeists?!"

>"As much I want to listen to a man's ramblings on their dangers, I have no time for that. However, there is someone awaiting you when we get to our destination."

The specially-modified Bandeirante is equipped with an arresting hook for use on carriers, which in this case, is the USS Abraham Lincoln.

The tiny plane hooked on one of the cables, braking it abruptly on the flight deck. It was then taken quickly to the elevator so it could be hidden quickly from any spy satellites that might be lingering above.

All the men stepped out from the aircraft inside the carrier's hangar, dragging Bane and the other captive inside the carrier. The agent in blue and the doctor followed suit.

They went through many of the carrier's narrow isles, ducking down to fit through the low doors.
They then stopped at a metal door.

Painted on in in black solid letters were the words "ARMORY".

>"Well, looks like we are here. They are waiting for you two inside."

The door swung open, showing them several women wearing the blueberry uniform of the US Navy, seemingly waiting for them.

>"They are all yours, ladies."

The agent said to them before the two men are thrown inside. The women began to crack their knuckles and swung the metal door closed with a huge clang.

Muffled screaming and pleading can be heard inside as the men walked away. The agent then had his men keep a distance before he talked to the doctor.

>"So, about your waffegeist research..."