Just in case, Dante waited around the sixth underground floor for a couple more minutes, allowing Volcan to gather as much data on it. That allowed them to confirm what they already knew—the floor didn't have anything of value.
Already pissed, Dante didn't take well to the enemies that came out of the elevator soon after. He went back into the vault and picked one of the pistols stored inside. Loading some bullets, he then went around planting one or two in the heads of each idiot who thought it was a good idea to bother him when he was already annoyed as hell.
After that last wave, no one showed up for a while. With nothing left to do in the lower floors and with the clock ticking on his use of a Level 3 armor, Dante decided to head for the upper floors, having decided to leave from the front door to send a message.
'... Looks like they have prepared a welcome party for us…'
