Dante was deep in the bowels of the Dreadnaught, pacing impatiently in front of a Hive gate while flipping through the pages of Toland's journal. "Dammit Old Man... Can't make any sense even when you literally spell it out for me..." [b][i]Getting frustrated, are we?[/i][/b] "You. Shut up. Trying to think." After angrily searching through more pages of nonsense, Dante threw the old book at the frame of the gate. A few scattered pages were sent drifting about the dark chamber. As he went to pick up the dusty tome, something behind him caught his attention. (Öpen.)