While they slept , Dane Vogel was preparing to give his biggest conference yet. He was preparing to discuss his plans for the renovation of sunnyvale gardens. Fixing his tie , Dane turned to his assistant who helped him put his suit jacket on. " Thanks Darlene. " His grin gleamed as if he had diamonds in his mouth , and he thanked his assistant with a kiss on her hand. White. Everything about it was teeth were while , his skin was white , the lights were white, his assistant was white , his followers were white , Dane's future was green though in his was a power and money hungry asshole who's only joy in life was climbing up the ladder , after he took out his higher up and took his place as CEO of Ultor , dane knew he wasn't going to let anything step in his way. Not even The Third street Saints. He spent weeks preparing a smear campaign for his people , wanting to make the saints the bad guys. His public responded with surprise , while the rest of stilwater hardly batted an eye. Sure , they knew the saints were bad. Who didn't? But the saints had done a lot of good things too. Dane hated that he didn't have 100% backing and if he couldn't take them out through the backdoor, he'd go the direct route and take them out himself. First though, he had to deliver a message. Everything felt to the 30 something like a very long walk, as he headed out onto the stage. One of the other presenters would be finishing up at that time and he'd finish up the presentations. The stage manager held him for a second as the mining operator walked backstage, patting Dane on the back. The curtains parted as Dane walked out and he relished in the applause. It was time. Showtime.