Aceon returned to the atrium doors with a refill of popcorn. He pulled at the door handle, but for some reason, the door didn’t budge. He tried again to no avail.
“Huh, that’s weird,” Aceon said. He tried opening the door again, but with the same result.
“What’s up?” WingMan…
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaw shit. Aw SHIT. SHIT.” ToxicMan swore in surprise, his face of grim expression. “DAN MAN. YOU SEEIN’ THIS? SOME LITTLE PUNK ASS IS WRECKIN’ OUR SHIT.”
“Yes, I can see that. But those viruses are expendable. We’re not at a loss.” Dante calmly stated, hiding his building rage behind his cold eyes.
“BUT HE’S HEADING FOR THE CONTROL PANEL.”
“I know. And that’s why I’m sending you in there.”
Dante’s fingers danced across the screen of the PET like the legs of a spider as he prepared to send ToxicMan in to assess the current threat.
“Remember,” He advised. “This is only one of the canister’s we’re talking about here. We’ve still got plenty; more than enough to gain a sufficient amount of data. It’ll take more than one vigilante to stop you and I, you know.” Dante smiled faintly.
“You got it boss man! But if shit gets bad, we high tailin’ it out of here!”
ToxicMan stumbled into the canister’s control room; the Jack In a success. “Aight, I’m ready for anythin’. After this, me and Dante can chill, and like, holla’ at some bitches.” He said, attempting to motivate himself to succeed in the inevitable and approaching conflict. “Yo Dan! Feed me some chips!”
“Sure, sure. No problem.” Dante’s hand fumbled in his pant pockets for a second or two before finding the chip he intended to use: Anubis. “Alright, Toxic. Here’s your favorite; coming your way.”
“Aaaaw shit. It’s Anubis, ain’t it?”
“But of cou-“
Just then, there was a slam of a door. Footsteps sounded from outside the bathroom stall as Dante quickly hid his legs by crouching on top of the toilet lid. “Helloooooo? Is anyone in here? I’m a janitor who works here and there’s been a gas leakage or something! Anyone still in the bathroom needs to evacuate immediately!” The footsteps got closer; knocks sounded from each of the stall doors before they creaked open. “HELLO?” Resounded after each.
It was obvious that this man intended to check all the stalls: empty or otherwise. Dante bit his lip as he carefully reached into his messenger bag, lifting it off the bathroom floor and suspending it in the air before pulling out his gas mask and a smoke bomb, in the shape of a grenade. He snickered as he pulled the pin, tossing it under the stall door. The metal clinked against the tiles of the bathroom before a soft “Huh?” was heard; then the hissing of gas and the alarmed cries of a grown man.
Then a thud.
“Come on, ToxicMan, hurry up!”
The shrill screams of a police cruiser blared from the streets below Dan’s apartment as it sped by. He stirred.
It was the rumble of the above ground train right next to his window that finally awoke him, or rather, caused him to roll off of his futon and hit his head on the coffee table. This caused the table itself to shake, bringing his PET down onto his cranium with a soft thud, and waking his Navi.
“Oh, shit! The hell’s goin’ on?” The voice emitting from the PET was deep and harsh, until its owner realized that it was not in any dange. “Oh. Yo, Dan man, why’s we on the floor?”
Dante, or as he was more commonly called, Dan, slowly rose to a crouch. “Morning, that’s why. I guess a train must have came by while I was half-awake.” He sighed, scratching his wild white hair.
“That must’ve been one hella’ loud train.”
“All the trains are loud when they’re right outside your window.” As if to emphasize his point, another train sped by, releasing a cloud of black smoke into the air as it whined.
“So was on the agenda fo’ today?”
“Well…there is that new smoke bomb I’ve been wanting to test…” Dante stood up, walking over to his dresser.
Rummaging through piles of clothes, Dan pulled out a small, roughed up cardboard box with a piece of tape over it “New bombs need testing.” He read. “Find me the nearest location of mass entertainment, if you would, ToxicMan.”
On the floor of the apartment, the PET lit up as a small map of the city spanned its screen. “Aight, uh…looks like the closest place’s be the movie theater.”
“Cinema, huh? That’ll do fine. See if you might be able to hack into the city’s archive, or something similar, in order to find the blue prints. Also, find us the film that is soonest to be shown, and what time it is to be so.”
“Already on it, Dan man. I know how we’s roll.” A bleep from the screen. “Download COMPLETE. Some shitty ass movie about action or some shit starts at 11 AM. It’s 10:25 right now, and the theater ain’t too far away.”
Dante bent over to pick up his PET, giving the screen an air five (to which ToxicMan did the same) as he did so. Placing the device gently in the pockets of the faded jeans he had slept in, he grabbed a black messenger bag from the end of the coffee table, and stuffed the cardboard box inside as he headed out the door.
Personality: Loud-mouthed, rude, and very smug, Dante’s Navi and himself get along quite well. He is constantly mocking his opponents and making light of any tasks he is to perform, though he is easy to anger, and very violent when he is so, which often leaves his defenses something to be desired while greatly increasing his offensive capabilities. He considers Dante and himself to be both “partners in crime”, and good friends.
PET: ToxicMan.EXE’s Personal Terminal is of the Advanced model, and is of a dark lavender color.
Name: Dante “Dan” Fumagawa
Birthday: October 19th
Weight: 115 lbs
Occupation: Chemistry Student/Domestic Terrorist
Interests: Net Battling, Chemistry, and Chess
Personality: Although Dante is quite cunning, brash, and very sarcastic, that does not necessarily mean he is void of all compassion or charisma. However, this camaraderie is only reserved for those whom he works with, such as fellow WWW members, or people he’ll eventually throw under the bus.
Background: Being very sickly as a child, what Dante lacks in physical strength, he makes up for in intelligence and agility. He has always had a certain affinity for chemicals and chemistry, (specifically gases and toxins) which enabled him to rise through the ranks of World Three quite quickly. He claims that he joined the organization for his own benefit, as it enabled him to gain a variety of chemicals normally not available to the average citizen.