The Digimon slept peacefully, completely unaware of the human standing above it. Chevron's cloak had deactivated and he was plainly visible. Mitsuo Yamaki himself stood over him, clicking his Zippo lighter open and shut. He had come himself for this, especially when the computers at Hypnos almost fried when his energy signature Bio-Emerged. Yamaki nudged his foot into the side of the Digimon. Slowly, the creature's eyes opened. Chevron stared out straight, not looking at the Hypnos leader above him.

"Mitsuo Yamaki… just the man I wanted to see… I trust you got my message."

Yamaki frowned. "How could I not… You destroyed over a hundred twenty dollars in damages of computer system."

"Cry me a freaking river. You're going to have a bigger bill to pay in a little while."

"What do you mean…?" Chevron rose. He turned to look at the human.

"The children that defeated the D-Reaper… Something big is headed this way and it wants nothing but to see the children dead. I am here to render assistance."

"I can't let you do that. You see, when our sensors picked you up, your Bio-Sign matched that of the D-Reaper."

"What!" Chevron ripped off the glasses.

"You seem surprised…"

"I am an ancient program designed for the sole purpose of defeating the D-Reaper. Under the initial attack, I was indisposed of. My Bio-Sign reads the same because my programming is the same, except the whole… killing machine thing, which I do not condone, mind you…"

"What do you plan to do?" Yamaki asked. Hypnos was looking for a way for the Digimon partners to come here, but they had no such luck. This Digimon could do it for them.

"Ah… but it is not what I plan to do, but what you'll do for me… Bring Rika Nonaka, Henry Wong, and Takato Matsuki… They are the ones targeted and I must meet with them. Bring them here and tell them what I plan to do…" Chevron walked away, headed for the streets. Yamaki stared back at him Chevron stopped. "Be here in five hours or I'm pulling the plug and going with Plan B…"

"What's your plan B?"

"…If I go to plan B… feel free to try and kill me… because that will be the only safe option… Good day, Mr. Yamaki."


The black car sped away, leaving the three anxious children on the sidewalk. Takato turned to look at the park. What once was a calming, happy place now looked like a demolition site. Henry whistled and looked over the wreckage.

"That's not good…"

Takato looked at the holed tree.

"Whoa! Look at that! What did this?"

"We're not here for sightseeing!" Rika said.

"That is where I render assistance…" Chevron said, dropping from thin air and landing in front of the humans. He craned his neck back and stared down at them.

"I am Chevron. I am sent here to help you reunite with your allies and… well… we'll get to that later… What time is it…?" Chevron pulled a watch out and eyed the gears. It was one of those old watches, hung by a golden chain and gems. He stared at the numerals and put it away. "Yamaki brought you here ten minutes early… great…"

"Why don't you explain just what's going on and who you are…?" Henry asked. Chevron smiled and pointed to a park bench.

"If it's a history lesson ya want, it's a lesson you'll get…" The children sat down.

"Where to start… well… I guess I'll start with me… I am an ancient program designed to be the 'anti-D-Reaper'. But, before I could step in, Hypnos put their big nose in on the operation and I was damaged by some of their viral uploads. I want to thank you for working the D-Reaper over like that. Nice work, really. After I was created again by a self repair program, I was sent here to correct an imbalance and your Digimon hold the key.

"I was created in the phase of the prototype digital world. There were the prototype and the alpha phases, which were riddled with error and glitches. When the beta test came along, everything was smoothed out. Yet, all the Digimon were over powered, possessing Mega-level power at the rookie level. Eventually, the fighting was so destructive just between rookies, the programming was… 'Downgraded'. That is where you see the Digital World today."

"You're one of those Digimon?" Takato asked shocked at the potential power this one creature could hold. Chevron smiled.

"Bingo."

"How do you plan on getting our Digimon back? They'll just dissipate here…" Rika pointed out. Chevron shook his head.

"The Doodlebug program accidentally created a type of firewall on the Digital world. Anything that goes out is treated like a virus and is slowly broken down until the target goes back, where it is revived. It's like a prison. I, however, can break a hole through the walls and forcibly rip the Digimon out and bring them here. The only trouble is, this process is very consuming of my power and only works at certain times, when the 'firewall' resets. This will be in… 2 minutes…" Chevron walked over to the right and stopped, pulling his sunglasses down. Rika stared at his silvery-blue eyes, recognizing them somehow. Chevron slipped the glasses in his pocket and took a fighters stance.

"If you want to see your partners in this world, then get behind that tree and cover your ears!" He yelled, clenching his fists. Static electricity crackled around his hands and arms. Strangely, diamond feathers began to form and fall from his sleeves. The others, still watching him, rushed behind the damaged tree. Chevron closed his eyes and clenched his teeth, revealing pointed canines. The ground cracked and fissures snaked their way from his boots. The dirt shook. Chevron's eyes ripped open. He slammed his fists together and sent a shockwave through the air.

"TEMPORAL RIFT!"

The swirling black portal tore open above the park. Chevron felt the energy leaving him. He was about to say something, when a form issued from the hole. A giant clawed hand, like that of a giant black lizard burst out and gripped the dirt. Chevron faltered. A voice issued from the ligament.

"I HAVE FOUND YOU, NAMELESS PROGRAM!"

Chevron stepped back and eyed the arm. Ancient text flowed over the enemy's skin like water. Chevron was thrown backwards into a wall by an unseen force. He stood up, wiping a drop of blood from his lips. Rika yelled at him.

"Digivolve, stupid!" Chevron looked at her with frustration.

"I can't! And I won't need to!" The black haired Digimon looked up at the disruption. Luckily, the dark form couldn't fit. Chevron raised an arm and aimed his empty hand at the disruption.

"The name's Chevron, asshole…"

A giant angel wing exploded into existence on his right arm. It looked like it was made of crystal. A pentagram formed on the palm of his hand. It fired a cross of light at the disruption.

"SMITE OF CONSTANTINE!"

A bright flash of light engulfed the two titans and when it was over, Chevron stood in front of an empty disruption. He screamed at the kids.

"Take the D-Powers and aim them at the disruption! Do it now!"

The kids looked down and were shocked to find their respective D-Powers had been teleported into their hands. Takato was the first to jump up and run past Chevron. He aimed his D-Power high. Rika followed close behind, with Henry pulling up the rear. The screens flared white and fired beams into the swirling presence. A red blur erupted out of the mass, landing a very confused Guilmon on top of Takato. The lizard looked around and then on top of his poor Tamer. He smiled as he figured who the thrashing human was.

"Takato!"

"Hey! Guilmon!"

Renamon was the next, but she landed from the force with some grace. Rika ran up and hugged her, surprising the mature Digimon. Terriermon rocketed out, too, and like Guilmon, tackled his trainer. The reunion was happy, except for one thing.

"It's good to see you Rika… but who is that?" Renamon pointed out. The Tamers and the Digimon turned.

Chevron was crouching on the ground, gripping the angel wing tightly, gasping for air. Blood curled out of him mouth, dripping into the dirt. His hair was also containing white streaks, which glowed ominously. His outline was streaked with shadows. He looked up at the Tamers. Rika recognized the fury in his eyes. His pupils were slits, the core swirling with darkness. He looked upon them all with pure hatred and loathing. The calm, helpful Digimon was gone; a new, dangerous one had emerged. He blinked and all the darkness disappeared. He gripped his wing harder and the appendage shattered into a thousand feathers. Chevron looked back up at them, but this time with confusion and concern. Rika glanced at a shocked Renamon and realized that the piercing blue eyes she recognized in his face mirrored her Digimon's. Chevron coughed and the disruption vanished. He smiled weakly and sputtered.

"I need food…"


IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE: I do enjoy sketching and I sometimes draw the characters in my story. If you wish to view my pic of Chevron, go to my profile and look under the picture links. The one of Chevron will be labeled clearly.