Part One: Reign of Darkness
Prologue
Some vices miss what is right because they are deficient, others because they are excessive, in feelings or in actions, while virtue finds and chooses the mean.
Aristotle.
Nichomachean Ethics.
"What is going on here?" cried the old man, as he stared into the direction of a young woman in her late twenties. She had light brown hair that was tied back in a pony tail and a pale face, with ice cold, blue eyes that seemed soulless. She wore a dark green business suit and a black polo sweater underneath it. She stood next to a man in a smart business suit with a red rose in his right breastpocket. Although he looked young, his hair was a pure white and cut short. The old man looked towards the white- haired man that stood next to the woman at his desk in his office.
"Mr. Trent, I'm afraid that we have deemed you to be unfit to run this company further," said the man, as he rose from the chair that belonged to the old man. "It has been decided that you are to be retired, by the Board of Directors."
"How come I have not been told of this decision?" cried Mr. Trent angrily. He then glared towards the young woman. "And you, Lucretia, why have you forsaken me like this? This man can do this company no good. The Trent Corporation..." He was immediately silenced and interrupted by the man sitting at the desk, his name, Andrew Chiron.
"The name of this company is the Chiron-Trent Corporation now," replied Chiron with a smile on his face.
"I shall not take this lying down!" cried Mr. Trent angrily. "I shall see to it that I get this company back." Chiron pressed a green button underneath the desk, summoning security discreetly. "You have no right to kick me out of my company, and especially behind my back. I don't know what you did to persuade the Board to do this, but I assure you, I won't let you get a hold of this company!" As the old man raved on, he did not notice the doors to the office open and two security guards enter quietly.
The young woman, smiled.
"Would you two, kindly escort Mr. Trent out of the building?" said the woman with a sly smile on her face. The two guards nodded in acknowledgement, one laying his hand on Mr. Trent's shoulder.
Â
Tai was slouched in front of the TV, remote control in his hand, as he flicked through all the channels that he could view. He sighed, as he pressed the next button, ending up with a news broadcast.
"Nine hundred channels," sighed Tai. "Nine hundred, stinking channels and not a single thing to watch on them! What's with this world?" He got up, leaving the TV set on, as he went towards the computer situated in the corner of the room. He sat down and switched it on, the screen starting to glow, as the machine started to whir. In the background, unheard by Tai and everyone else in the apartment, the TV continued to blare on.
"I regret to inform you that in the few past hours, CEO William Trent of the Trent Corporation passed away," blared CEO Chiron's voice through the TV's speakers. "He died of a heart attack in the middle of the night..." Tai wasn't listening, as he connected to the internet and decided to check his e-mail. As the news continued to rave on about the Chiron-Trent Corporation, his mind started to wander. The Digital World and the Internet were kind of interlinked, almost the same thing. He remembered the time when he and Agumon had been sucked back into the Real World, and Izzy had communicated with them through the computer. Was it possible for him to communicate with his Digimon friend through the computers? He wasn't really sure, but perhaps there was a way. Maybe he should go and ask Izzy if there was a possibility.
A knock on the door suddenly broke his train of thought.
"I'll get it!" exclaimed Kari, his sister, as she went over towards the door. Tai was worried, and quickly got up from his seat as quickly as possible. He didn't want his sister to get hurt, but before he could reach the door, she had opened it. Two men were standing outside, and neither looked friendly. They looked around and saw Tai, before he skidded to a halt near his sister.
"You Taichi Kamiya?" asked one of the men.
"Erm... yeah," replied Tai cautiously, not knowing why they wanted him.
"You're coming with us, kid," said one of the men, as they reached out to grab him and his sister.
Prologue
Some vices miss what is right because they are deficient, others because they are excessive, in feelings or in actions, while virtue finds and chooses the mean.
Aristotle.
Nichomachean Ethics.
"What is going on here?" cried the old man, as he stared into the direction of a young woman in her late twenties. She had light brown hair that was tied back in a pony tail and a pale face, with ice cold, blue eyes that seemed soulless. She wore a dark green business suit and a black polo sweater underneath it. She stood next to a man in a smart business suit with a red rose in his right breastpocket. Although he looked young, his hair was a pure white and cut short. The old man looked towards the white- haired man that stood next to the woman at his desk in his office.
"Mr. Trent, I'm afraid that we have deemed you to be unfit to run this company further," said the man, as he rose from the chair that belonged to the old man. "It has been decided that you are to be retired, by the Board of Directors."
"How come I have not been told of this decision?" cried Mr. Trent angrily. He then glared towards the young woman. "And you, Lucretia, why have you forsaken me like this? This man can do this company no good. The Trent Corporation..." He was immediately silenced and interrupted by the man sitting at the desk, his name, Andrew Chiron.
"The name of this company is the Chiron-Trent Corporation now," replied Chiron with a smile on his face.
"I shall not take this lying down!" cried Mr. Trent angrily. "I shall see to it that I get this company back." Chiron pressed a green button underneath the desk, summoning security discreetly. "You have no right to kick me out of my company, and especially behind my back. I don't know what you did to persuade the Board to do this, but I assure you, I won't let you get a hold of this company!" As the old man raved on, he did not notice the doors to the office open and two security guards enter quietly.
The young woman, smiled.
"Would you two, kindly escort Mr. Trent out of the building?" said the woman with a sly smile on her face. The two guards nodded in acknowledgement, one laying his hand on Mr. Trent's shoulder.
Â
Tai was slouched in front of the TV, remote control in his hand, as he flicked through all the channels that he could view. He sighed, as he pressed the next button, ending up with a news broadcast.
"Nine hundred channels," sighed Tai. "Nine hundred, stinking channels and not a single thing to watch on them! What's with this world?" He got up, leaving the TV set on, as he went towards the computer situated in the corner of the room. He sat down and switched it on, the screen starting to glow, as the machine started to whir. In the background, unheard by Tai and everyone else in the apartment, the TV continued to blare on.
"I regret to inform you that in the few past hours, CEO William Trent of the Trent Corporation passed away," blared CEO Chiron's voice through the TV's speakers. "He died of a heart attack in the middle of the night..." Tai wasn't listening, as he connected to the internet and decided to check his e-mail. As the news continued to rave on about the Chiron-Trent Corporation, his mind started to wander. The Digital World and the Internet were kind of interlinked, almost the same thing. He remembered the time when he and Agumon had been sucked back into the Real World, and Izzy had communicated with them through the computer. Was it possible for him to communicate with his Digimon friend through the computers? He wasn't really sure, but perhaps there was a way. Maybe he should go and ask Izzy if there was a possibility.
A knock on the door suddenly broke his train of thought.
"I'll get it!" exclaimed Kari, his sister, as she went over towards the door. Tai was worried, and quickly got up from his seat as quickly as possible. He didn't want his sister to get hurt, but before he could reach the door, she had opened it. Two men were standing outside, and neither looked friendly. They looked around and saw Tai, before he skidded to a halt near his sister.
"You Taichi Kamiya?" asked one of the men.
"Erm... yeah," replied Tai cautiously, not knowing why they wanted him.
"You're coming with us, kid," said one of the men, as they reached out to grab him and his sister.