//------------------------------// // Rad: Let's Go and Meet the Gator Fans // Story: Dan Vs. The Magic of Friendship(Season 1) // by Barrobroadcaster //------------------------------// "YESS! YESSS!! YESSSSS!!!!" Dan exclaimed. "Jeezus Dan!" "OH YES!!" Dan got to his knees and double arm-pumped towards the ceiling, overcome with elation. Boba Fett's gun barrel was still smoking. He aimed it at the prone form of the brainwashed Chris Redfield until he was sure it would not somehow reanimate. Satisfied, he lowered the gun. And he said nothing, as usual. Dan grabbed him by the helmet and very nearly kissed the man. "I love you. I freaking love you, green man, you are just- you are awesome, you know that? You want a job?" "Off." Boba shouldered Dan off of him. "No touching." "And that's a style I like, too! Man, you and me are gonna get along real well, Boby." "I'm leaving," Boba Fett said. He turned and walked away. "Another great idea from my new friend, Boby." (Dan is pronouncing Boba's name as 'boh-bee' in an adorable, yet chafing sign of possessive admiration.) "Just give me a second. Stevie, grab Nicky, I'm going to get Redfield." Cap sighed with a bit of relief. "So you are planning on taking Chris?" Dan shrugged. "Yeah, I don't exactly get along with the guy, but it's not like I'm just gonna- hey, Boby, where are you going? HEY!" Dan called after Boba Fett but the other human was already way ahead of them. As he asked where the bounty hunter was headed, Boba activated his jetpack and jetted up to the rafters high above. Despite Dan's shouts, he was gone. "What the hell is that about?!" "I guess he's not one for sticking around. He is a mercenary, Dan," Captain America reminded him. "I've worked with people like that before. When the money's gone, they're usually pretty quick to follow." Dan shook his head. "No, that's not how this is supposed to work. I beat him, now he works for me. That's how this is supposed to go." Cap gave him a quizzical look, prompting Dan to explain further, "It worked that way with the Enclave. And the zebras. And the seaponies." Steve patted Dan on the back with his free hand. "I don't think it's always going to go quite that way. Why don't you go grab Chris so we can get out of here?" Reluctantly, Dan looked over to where Chris lay. "You're SURE we can't just-" Cap shook his head. "No, Dan. Now, c'mon." He began walking towards the edge of the arena. "What if you carry both of them?" "Not happening." "Could I carry Nicky? We could trade, Stevie!" "C'mon, Dan." "Rrrrgh." In a very disgruntled manner, Dan went over to where Chris was flat on his back and grabbed him. By the leg. Instead of carrying him with any remote amount of grace or dignity, Dan grabbed one of Chris's legs and began dragging him across the sandy metal floor of the arena. Cap decided he should be happy enough Dan even obliged him and offered no further comment. Approaching the barrier, they noticed two obstacles immediately. First was the glass-like barrier in their way. Second was the pack of raving fans just beyond it. But the first one, they might not have to deal with. "No way we're climbing over this." "In my experience, they usually don't go up all the way," Dan remarked. Cap placed his hands on the transparent wall. "I have a feeling this one does." Behind the glass, the fans were getting rowdy. Although a transparent barrier separated them, many fans had chosen to throw unfinished drinks and food items at Dan and Stevie. All of them had their faces obscured in one way or another; no skin or anything else identifiable on them showing. In theory, they could've been any race, gender or species. They all wore hooded cloaks or coats of some kind, mostly brown or tan in color. But to Dan, they all spelled 'nerd' and he could smell it on them through the glass. Dan looked around. "Yeah, this would have been another reason not to let booster-boy going flying off into the ceiling." Again, Cap decided not to comment. "Maybe when Nick wakes up he'll remember something about how to get out of these stadiums." "Do you remember anything while you were brainwashed?" Cap thought for a moment. "Not... really," he admitted. "Nice try anyway, Stevie." But as they were talking, Dan noticed something a ways down the glass. There was a hole in it, one apparently the fans hadn't even noticed. "Stevie." "Yeah Dan." "There's a hole in the glass," he pointed. "Oh. Well, that simplifies things." The two men walked over to the hole, not caring about the fans behind the glass. None of them were really following Dan and Cap themselves but were more upset there wasn't a show going on. Some had their cell phones out while others talked to themselves in groups. None rose to continue harassing Dan, a testament to their commitment to remain seated. Perhaps the seats were assigned. The hole was just big enough for Dan and Chris to get through one at a time. "I didn't even see Boba Fett make this," Cap said. Dan looked at the edges of the hole cut into the glass. It was smooth all the way around and there were no glass shards on either side. Instead, Dan saw the large piece that had been cut propped up against the side and left there, almost unnoticeable. "I don't think he did," Dan remarked. Not only did they exit the arena into the stands where there were the fewest fans, but most of them hadn't even noticed them. But the few that did came over to introduce themselves. Naturally, they did so in the most polite of manners. "Hey, fuck you!" "Show's over kids. Pack it up and beat it." One of the larger ones, the first one to introduce themselves looked around. "Hey, we all paid for a show." "That's right!" "My money's just as good as yours!" "Hahaha," Dan chuckled. "Oh, you guys want to see a show?" He picked up Redfield by his legs. "Well, here's something you can write home about." Cap spent the next five minutes watching Dan beat the crap out of people with Chris Redfield.