A/n:Welcome to my second story. Before you start reading, be warned that this story is OC heavy. Chapters will be told through multiple viewpoints, first and third person. The current viewpoint is indicated between the ~~ at the start of the chapter.

Prologue

~Phoenix Takashi~

I plugged the thumbdrive into the main computer. The program started automatically, copying all available data into the storage device. Behind me, my partner WarLupusmon was holding off the enemy. He easily sliced their weapons in half with his sword before knocking them out with the flat slide of his blade.

"Doing fine WarLupusmon!" I said while waiting for the program to complete.

"I'll start losing my touch if we continue facing peons like these," he shouted back, engaging another group of enemies. WarLupusmon and I were currently infiltrating a terrorist cell, stealing information on their plans.

I pulled out the thumbdrive as soon as the data transfer was complete. I pulled out the keyboard and keyed in the commands needed to wipe the original data.

"It's done!" I called out to WarLupusmon. Just as the words left my mouth, an armored exoskeleton blocked off the exit. A group of armed guards accompanied it as well.

"Shit!" I cursed as I ducked behind a concrete pillar. Bullets landed around me as the guards opened fire. WarLupusmon ran towards me, pulling me to safety just as the exoskeleton fired its arm cannon. The pillar broke into pieces as we ducked behind the computer mainframe.

"HQ didn't tell us about power armor," I complained. The firing died around us as the guards reloaded. Piloted by a single person, power armor was developed by law enforcement to combat Digimon. However like most weapons, it soon found its way into the black market.

"Do you want me to digivolve?" WarLupusmon asked. Our normal procedure when it came to dealing with armored opponents was to use MechLupusmon's larger size and mass.

"Not unless you want to bury the entire complex," I replied. I quickly surveyed the room.

"Window!" I shouted as I started running. Bullets landed around us as WarLupusmon picked and tucked me under his arm. He slashed through the window with his blade. Our extraction vehicle was to pick us up just outside the building. The only problem was that the room we just jumped out of was the 10th story of a factory.

WarLupusmon spun around, embedding his sword into the side of the building in an attempt to slow our fall. It was a sound idea, except his blade cut through the concrete like butter.

"I think your blade's too sharp!" I joked as we descended at an alarming rate. My partner responded by pulling me closer to his chest.

We landed on WarLupusmon back. The impact knocked my partner unconscious. He had digivolved back to his rookie form. I picked up Lupusmon, now the size of a pet dog, just as the main door opened and armed guards spilled out.

I dashed across the street as a van pulled up in front of me, its side door open. I leaped inside without hesitation.

"Go!" a female voice ordered as she shut the door. The driver hit the accelerator and the van sped away. I leaned against the side of the vehicle, catching my breath.

"What the hell happened?" the female voice, my mission handler, asked,"You were suppose to make your way out through the front door not sky dive out of the window!"

"Our route was blocked by power armor," I answered as I stroked my unconscious friend.

"Power armor? Looks like our estimates of Superior's offensive capabilities are off." She marked down a note on a document.

"Do you have the data?" she asked, moving on.

"Here," I said, passing the thumbdrive over. "Everything is inside, assuming it isn't broken during the fall."

I leaned back to take a nap. My day was still far from over.

Lupusmon had recovered by the time we reached headquarters. Digital Response Agency, or DRA, was the group I worked for. 4 years ago, Gennai asked me to participate in a government initiative to create a group to protect the world from threats related to Digimon. That was how DRA was formed. Today, the organizations deal with issues from people utilizing Digimon for nefarious purposes to extremist groups who believe that all Digimon should be exterminated.

I unlocked the door to my cabin. Lupusmon immediately jumped onto my bed. I grabbed a soda from the mini-fridge and sat at my desk. I had free time until the evening, where I was scheduled to meet with my mentor Gennai for night classes. For now, I had decided to clear up my long overdue paperwork.

Just as I started writing, my D-Ultimate beeped as it received a message. I expected some form of emergency as I opened the message. Instead it was a simple notification. The director was expecting me in his office.

"Are we on the clock again?" Lupusmon asked, lifting his head off my pillow.

"Director wants to see me," I quickly replied as I walked out of my cabin.

"I'll be here sleeping!" Lupusmon shouted as I closed the door behind me. I made my way towards the director's office.

I received a few stares as I walked through the corridors. DRA headquarters is packed with staff during the day. Most of the newer ones are usually surprised to see a teenager wandering around the premise, more so when they learn that said teenager is one of DRA's first operatives.

I entered the director's office. The room was easily three times larger than my own cabin.

"Director Oran is expecting you," the secretary said. I approached the door behind her and entered.

"Having a nice day Phoenix?" Director Oran greeted. He was busy reading reports, but turned his attention to me as I sat at his desk.

"Sort of. Things almost went south earlier today," I replied.

"So I heard. The techies tell me that the data is heavily encrypted. But they believe that it contains Superior's Digimon research."

"Research? I thought Superior's plan was to wipe out every single Digimon out there," I said.

"That's their ultimate goal no doubt. But they do not seem shy about using the enemy's weapons," Oran pointed out.

"So will I be doing more recon on Superior?" I asked.

"No," Oran said, "I'll have other people look into that." He took a file from his desk and passed it to me.

"I want you to work on something else instead," he continued as I opened the file, "You know about our training programs right?" I nodded. DRA runs different educational facilities in order to educate the general public on Digimon. Mom even works at one such facility.

"We are going to start the next phase of a project and I want you on it," Oran said. I continued reading as I listened to him. A realization dawned on me as I browsed through the document.

"Wait… Director, these are profiles for high school students," I pointed out.

"I'm sending you to school," Oran said.