It was dark for the mindless brute. Everywhere he went he destroyed. There was no limit to his destruction. The only thing that caused him to stop was the energy of a few navies. He didn't know why, but he chose to hide. He just had to. And the other thing he felt was the pull to the outside. Out of this place. To the surface. But before he could move anywhere. He looked around at his surroundings.

'Too clean. Destroy. It's acceptable'

The platform he was on was shattered and then broken into data bits, that were then absorbed by him. He sent energy attacks in every possible direction. Even where there was nothing but dark voids.

He felt like he was doing the right thing. Something was telling him that destroying was fine. It was a small voice. However, it also told him destroying the surface was better. In fact, he should head up there as soon as possible.

He was making his way towards the surface. He was moving like a shadow. You wouldn't know he was there unless your senses were heightened. Even then, you would only feel a very slight presence before your life was ended.

'Must. find. Way. out.'

He could barely think straight. Something was mostly keeping him in a primal state. He was relying mostly on instinct. If he was being told to go anywhere it would be almost immediately. He had little control.

He stopped to make sure he wasn't being followed. He couldn't sense anyone coming towards him. He then began to move forward again but was stopped when something caught his attention.

It was two navies. They seemed to be lost. One was scolding the other for getting them lost. The two were obviously new to navigating around the darknet. It was clear that they were eager to get out of here.

Soon his mind was starting to tell him to destroy. He was starting to lose the little control he had left of his mind and started to fade out.

Protoman, along with Searchman and other patrol navies, was making his way towards a recent energy serge. It was a match to Bass-Cross' energy. They need to get there fast. If they could neutralize him here, then they could capture him and bring him in to stop this, once and for all.

"What's the plan once we reach him?" Protoman asked Searchman.

"Simple, first, we surround him, then we have the first squad distract him while we stun him long enough so that we can trap him," He then pulled out a small sphere that was the size of a baseball, "With this. It will create an energy field around its target and it then slowly drains their energy. They will end up trapped by it. Rendering them immobile to move."

Protoman stared at the object in Searchma's hand. He was not aware of such a weapon. It was probably just recently created. The only problem was that it was possibly untested. Would such a trap be effective against him?

"So how do we know that it will work?" Proto asked.

SearchMan turned his head away from him and kept his eyes straight ahead, giving the indication that not even he knew. Protoman didn't even bother to ask anything else. For the past few days was a nothing but a wild goose chase. Searchman was placing all of his faith in the device.

The navi soon regained somewhat of his mind again. He stood in the middle of the carnage. He didn't understand what was happening to him. He couldn't remember what happened during the last few days. He tried to recall what happened to him. But when he tried he was only met with fuzzy images. He was hopeless. All he could do now was get out of the darknet. To which he still didn't understand why he needed to go.

He kept moving forward. He had made the trip many times between the dark and surface web. Finding his way out was no problem. The sudden blackouts were the only issue. Attracting attention was something he did not want.

Then suddenly, he sees ahead. It was the way out of the darknet. He increased his speed that he became nothing but a blur. The little voice told him to go faster and faster. He reached the exit and into the brighter world. He looked around at his surroundings. There was a lot going around him. Then further ahead was a city. Net City.

He was then shot in the back by an M-Cannon. This knocked off his feet, causing him to fall face-first onto the ground. He was surrounded by a group of troop navies. All having high-level battle chip attacks. The voice came again telling him to fight back. He didn't need it to know what to do. He fired off hundreds of attacks from his body. He was destroying everything in his path.

Many of the navies were able to withstand the attacks. Thinking that they would be able to survive this thanks to level 3 life aura. But their hope soon faded as they were met face to face with Bass-Cross. He unleased full power on them. Their auras couldn't withstand such overwhelming power and soon failed. Ripping them apart.

When it was done he was surrounded with nothing but destruction. He looked again back at the virtual city.

'Good. Good. Destroy all of it. It will be fun.'

He was starting to blackout again. The last thing he heard was the screams of hundreds of navies.

Earlier with Protoman and Searchman. They had just reached Bass-Cross' most recent attack sights. Again., no luck. They had just missed him. The sight was just like the rest of them. Broken platforms, data floating everywhere, and no trace left behind.

"Dammit!" Protoman slammed his fist down to the floor. He was growing more and more frustrated. Some of the many exist leading to the surface were just minutes away from their location. If they couldn't find him soon they would have a huge tragedy on their hands.

"Calm down we have patrols on the other end of the exits on stand by." Searchman kneeled beside his comrade. As if on cue he reived an incoming call. He answered it.

"Searchman here, come in" He spoke. Expecting to receive the other navie's voice on the line but was greeted by the screams instead. Their worst fear had come to pass.

"We need to move NOW!" Searchman yelled as loud as he could he was growing concern now. This startled everyone, including Protoman, as they had never heard Searchman yell in such a manner.

"What happened?!" Protoman asked.

"Bass-Cross has reached to the surface and it's near Net City." The transmission he received was from the troops stationed near Net City. This entrance was well known by the officials and the had been trying to destroy it but never succeeded. So heavy guards were put there. If Bass-Cross was able to take out them out then he would surely make his way to the virtual city. However, it proved to be too much for them as Searchman head the last of the troops.

The two of them moved quickly towards the exit. Their speed outmatched their troops as they left them behind. If didn't faze them as they knew they were strong enough to take on any rouge navi. But something like Bass-Cross would be too much for them.

"When we reach the City give him everything you've got!"

"Roger!"

When they got through the exit the were stunned to see what remained of the troops stationed there. It was left unrecognizable to them. Everywhere they looked the saw broken platforms, leaking data, and… remains of navies?

They saw arms, legs, and even parts of heads.

Their NetOps felt sick. How was this possible. When a navi was damaged beyond repair they were deleted. However, the horror in front of them was telling them otherwise.

Then they heard the sounds of explosions going off and the screams of navies.

They quickly ran to get a better view. As they reached a spot where they could see Net City they quickly wished they hadn't.

Net City was burning. Many of the tall towers had now collapsed. Others were in flames. Even though they were far away they could make out a small figure flying above the flames.

Bass-Cross.

"So… what's the plan?"