Dante mostly ignored what their new handler was saying, mostly undressing her with his eyes. He's heard the same speech a hundred times before. Everyone wants a piece of Dante. Though he had to admit, tiny bombs in his bloodstream was a new one. Back in China they tried to poison him with something to force him to work for the government. His healing factor dealt with that not even two minutes after the needle left his body. What happened to the Chinese agents? Well, Dante prefers to get paid, not poisoned. It was a rather painful end for them.
"Funny you mentioned stick..." Dante started to say before he was interrupted by Fisher as he loudly cleared his throat, knowing that whatever the Super Soldier had to say wasn't something productive. "Yes, we're going to ease into this. Our first mission is a rather easy one. Infiltrating a warehouse in Columbia where a drug cartel is producing a rather alarming amount of cocaine. You'll be planting a bomb there." He stated. Dante sighed in annoyance, and rolled his eyes.
"Are you kidding me?! You've got the world's greatest mercenary under your thumb, and you want me to take out a damn drug cartel you....lesbian librarian looking cripple!" Dante snarled at the man as he stomped over towards him. Even more laser sights began showing up on his chest. Fisher calmly raised a hand to single for them to relent. "Consider it a trial run, Mr. Cortez. We must first prove that we are able to complete the task at hand. And as you pointed out, it shouldn't be too taxing for you." He calmly stated, showing he had no fear. Dante merely chuckled, and backed down.
"Fine, whatever. Me, and the A-Team will take Miss Robot here on our little mission." He said as he glanced over at the woman. He knew she wasn't completely normal. He could hear the machinary in her body move, and grind with her every movement. "Do we have to blow it up with a bomb? Oh! I've got a great idea! We highjack a plane, and crash it into the cartel! It'll be a huge explosion! It'll be awesome!" He suggested with glee. "Mr. Cortez, none of you would survive." Fisher pointed out. "Nah, nah, nah, I would survive. That's what matters right? Besides, they'd probably survive. And get cool robot parts afterwards! Robot arms for everyone!" He smirked, followed by a manical laugh.
"No." Fisher replied sharply. "Fucking man-sized Grumpy Cat." Dante huffed. "You all will be dropping into the compound. I do hope none of you are afraid of flying, and I trust you all know how a parachute works." Fisher stated, and turned around on his heel. "Through that door is your equipment." He said as he pointed his cane towards a large blast door. "As well as your transportation. Enter it when you are ready." And with that Fisher left them to there own devices.
Dante was the first to enter it as soon as Fisher gave the green light. On the other side of the door was several large lockers lined up in a row, each holding the villain's different equipment. Dante threw on his armor without hesistation. It took a minute or two, but he got it on. He began loading up on his weapons. Placing his pistols in there holsters on his hips, his swords in their sheaths, and the knives just all over his body. Once that was done he picked up his helmet, and stared into it's lensed eyes. A crooked smile formed across his lips as he began laughing. He put on the helmet, and let out a relieved sigh. "That's much better." His voice was much, much deeper, and electronic sounding, due to being distorted by the helmet.
The plane ride to the drop off point was a long, and boring one. The team sat in the back of a cargo ship, waiting for the back to be opened, and them to get the green light to jump. Dante sat there, sharpening his swords. He then let out a slight chuckle to break the silence. "Ah, I did miss these under the radar drop offs these black op missions had." He said in gleeful nostalgia. "Ah, I remember this one time, twenty...no wait thirty years ago. I think....after awhile it all just blends together. Anyways, me, and this group of wide eyed mercs looking to make a name for themselves were going to be dropped in a jungle...or was it a desert? No, it was a jungle."
"Anyways, we were all going to split like a million dollar reward between like twelve of us. Well, that was a lot of money. And I wanted it. So they forgot the golden rule, when in doubt, fuck everyone else. So when they weren't looking I poked several holes in their parachute's, and watched them drop like a ton of bricks." He explained, talking like it was a story your grandfather was telling a story of his crazy youth or something. He chuckled slightly at the thought of it. "Don't worry, we're not getting paid, so I didn't mess with your chutes." He reassured them.
Soon a green light lite up the cargo bay, signaling for them to be ready. Dante hopped up, and rolled his head, cracking his neck. He made sure his parachute was on tight. The door then lowered. Dante smiled underneath his helmet before he leaped out of the plane. He held his arms close to his side, becoming like a missle being dropped. At the last possible second he opened up his chute, and glided in to the small clearing in the thick Columbian jungle they were to land in. He landed rather gracefully, and cat-like on his feet. He observed the surroundings, it was clear.
