Dante left Red Hill in a better mood than expected, even though he had failed to achieve his main objective. The appearance of ten pseudo-Genome practically confirmed the rumors about Black Skull peddling Catalyst. He also got to see what happens to someone who took it without wasting his stash. It would have been even better if he had the chance to study the remaining nine, but that was just for too much.
'Look at me,' Dante smiled to himself. 'Thinking like a nerd.'
Back in his office, he dropped into his chair and allowed himself to relax. Doing so had become more and more difficult as time passed. Turns out his bionics weren't made with comfort in mind, so even if his soul had adapted, there was no telling if he will ever get to rest comfortably once he's a Prime Cyborg.
"We need to get our hands on Catalyst," Dante said. "Any ideas?"
Riot, still standing, stared at him for a moment then sighed, falling on the sofa.
"I thought we were looking for your friend."
