[i]Alright,[/i] Alto thought to himself. [i]Almost done with this program...[/i]

His tongue was sticking out of his mouth slightly, as he put some finishing touches on the new program he was creating for his Bio-Weapon. Hands flying across the keyboard, lines and lines of code appeared and disappeared from the screen in front of him. He couldn't reprogram his arm by itself which was unfortunate. To add or remove programs from the Bio-Weapon, he needed to access it from an outside source.

It wasn't too difficult because anywhere on the arm was a USB port, but it was so much slower than the arm's capabilities. He could code as fast as he could think with that arm, but he was limited to the limits of digital dexterity without it.

Anyhow, the program he was working on was one he sorely needed to properly carry out any further hero missions. His arsenal, small as it was, was severely lacking in effective non-lethal attacks. His laser could be set so that it only caused intense pain, but some people don't stop with pain. His hook shot probably could be used to throw people into walls and stuff, but that doesn't work sometimes. His energy blade was extremely lethal however. He hadn't put an option to set the sharpness down and it was really hard not to kill people with it. With that in mind, he was creating a program to hopefully replace it. The program was called Power Pulse.

He found a way to emit energy from the palm, similar to the hook shot and turn it into concussive force. He'd also used the power setting part of Laser.exe so he could pack a more powerful punch if he really needed to. He was loading the program onto the Bio-Weapon when he got the message.

[b]"Oh sweet, a job."[/b] He said, opening the message with his right hand. [i]Who's it from?[/i] He wondered. It was a number he didn't know, which happened pretty often. The sender didn't identify themselves either. [i]Woo, 10k![/i] The pay-out for the job was $10,000. That was a high payout by any means, but what he was really more thrilled about what the job was going to entail. 10k was dangerous, 10k was interesting.

He read over the rest of the message, his interest growing with each line. [i]Elijah and Nightingale?[/i] He thought, a broad smile on his face. [i]The dastardly duo.[/i]

There was no one in LA who didn't know about those two by now, and he was to assist in tracking them down. Noticing his program had finished loading, he unplugged the Bio-Weapon. He could feel the Bio-Weapon, adjusting to the new program. Loading it, he extended his arm in front of him charging his first ever pulse. He could feel the primed energy, throbbing in his palm waiting to be released. Looking down at his phone, he typed out a reply with his right hand.

[b]<I'm in.>[/b]

A bolt of bright blue glowing energy shot out of his left hand as he pressed send, shattering his favourite wooden chair. [i]Damn.[/i] He thought. [i]Ah well.[/i]

If this worked out, he was going to have enough money to buy whatever chairs he wanted for the rest of his life.