The Capcom president was sitting in his meeting room staring across the table at someone. His brow furrowed & his fingers tapped together repeatedly as he watched the individual. This man was someone who never gave up. This man didn't care how far his fireball reached. This man shrugged off insults like they were pesky gnats. Most of all, this man was Dan Hibiki.

        "So, Dan. I suppose you're wondering why..." The president began.
        "Please don't fire me! Where will I go? How will I live?" Dan cried.
        "Dan! Calm down! You're not getting fired!"

        Dan stopped his deluge of tears with a thoroughly surprised look. He regained his composure lightning-quick, saying "It's OK! You need me, after all!"
        "That's right, Dan."
        Dan was blown away by this remark. Capcom needs me? This was either a practical joke, a sarcastic remark, or his big break.

        "Wha, wha, wah, WHAT?!"
        "We need you, Dan." The president said casually as he clicked on a projector. Images of other Street Fighters popped onto the wall.

        "You see, Dan..." The president continued, "Ever since we started, we've been stymied. We had characters with no humor. We were only focused on characters who kicked ass. They still do, but if it weren't for fanfic writers, they would have no personality!" The projector switched to an image of Dan Hibiki, flattering him. "Ever since we hired you to poke fun at SNK's Ryo Sakazaki & Robert Garcia, you've been the only comic relief character we've had!"

        "Comic relief?" Dan spluttered.
        "Yes. You don't realize how much of an important job it is!" The president said, showing a chart using the projector. "This chart on the left represents our sales before you were one of our boys." The sales were sorry looking, at best. "This one over here represents our sales after you joined us." The bars were threatening to break the barriers. "We tried to get rid of you before..." Dan remembered this, & how he hid under the desk in a cubicle to evade getting fired. His neck hurt for a week afterwards. "...until we found out how much our fans loved you!"

        Dan scratched his head in disbelief.
        "I have fans?"
        The president sweatdropped for a second.
        "Yeah. I have decided to let you promote yourself for a little while. You will go on an adventure, but it will feel like a vacation to you. I have decided to bring in a team of helpers for your journey, but you will only get use of one right now. In order to get more, you need to go to SNK & ask their help in this matter. This is your mission, Dan! Good luck!"

        Dan flexed his arm into taunt position & shouted "Yahooey! I won't let you down, Mr. President!"
        And with that, Dan headed for the door, but the President stopped him.
        "Dan, before you go, you might want to take this with you." The president said, pushing a PDA into his hands.
        "Oooh!"

        "It's equipped with everything from inventory specs & mission objectives, down to the time & email. Don't lose it! Take a look at it right now."
        Dan pressed the largish button in the center. A screen popped up that looked like a checklist. On it was the words "Capcom HQ: Objectives" & the subcategories "Go to technology level & check out equipment." & "Pick teammate."
        "Thanks, prez!"
        Dan finally went on his way. He hopped into the elevator & pressed the button for the next floor down.