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Who: Inque, open to a hero, please speak with Al on AIM (Ibechibb) To apply.
What: Skills to pay the bills.
When: Backdate - February 26th
Where: Fleemco Toxic waste storage facility.
The Fleemco Toxic waste Storage facility was anything BUT up to code.
Large barrels of unknown and foul smelling chemicals bubbled away, some sealed up and others open and exposed to the air.
The owners of the factory were paid handsomely to keep it a dangerous place as many members of the local crime families liked to use the chemicals to dispose of evidence...or associates. Many a Digitama was sealed away in a barrel of chemicals, its code warping and mutating until it came apart entirely. Permanent deletion.
Ranamon was humming a cheerful tune to herself as she tied up the last of the guards, bound gagged and beaten senseless so they wouldn't bother trying to escape. "All done down here!" she called.
Meanwhile slithering around the support beams was the black liquid criminal known as Inque. Sure she had garnered a handsome sum for her take in the big bounty hunt...but high price lives require constant stimulation...and Inque was loath to be idle.
So she'd taken a job from someone who needed a specialist in destruction and bringing down large facilities. While she was no demolitions expert she had taken out enough buildings using only her powers to know how to bring down a house.
The only stipulation was it had to be flashy so the explosions were a must.
Now as for the residents unlucky enough to be downwind of the fumes? Well that was their problem.
What: Skills to pay the bills.
When: Backdate - February 26th
Where: Fleemco Toxic waste storage facility.
The Fleemco Toxic waste Storage facility was anything BUT up to code.
Large barrels of unknown and foul smelling chemicals bubbled away, some sealed up and others open and exposed to the air.
The owners of the factory were paid handsomely to keep it a dangerous place as many members of the local crime families liked to use the chemicals to dispose of evidence...or associates. Many a Digitama was sealed away in a barrel of chemicals, its code warping and mutating until it came apart entirely. Permanent deletion.
Ranamon was humming a cheerful tune to herself as she tied up the last of the guards, bound gagged and beaten senseless so they wouldn't bother trying to escape. "All done down here!" she called.
Meanwhile slithering around the support beams was the black liquid criminal known as Inque. Sure she had garnered a handsome sum for her take in the big bounty hunt...but high price lives require constant stimulation...and Inque was loath to be idle.
So she'd taken a job from someone who needed a specialist in destruction and bringing down large facilities. While she was no demolitions expert she had taken out enough buildings using only her powers to know how to bring down a house.
The only stipulation was it had to be flashy so the explosions were a must.
Now as for the residents unlucky enough to be downwind of the fumes? Well that was their problem.