"we have, But everything we've tried has failed.", Tai sighed.
They rode back to Brad's home in the woods. the building was small and dirty, with a good sized barn off to one side. they were currently crowded around Brads' table, discussing their current situation.
"Have you tried killing him?", Brad asked the group. the girls went pale at the thought and some of the younger ones immediately took a step back.
"what?!," Matt exclaimed, "we couldn't, he was our friend."
Brad sighed and looked into his coffee, "walk with me."
they walked outside, towards the barn. Brad opened the door and ushered them in. he shut the door behind them and pressed his thumb against a keypad and started to hit some numbers. immediatey, the floor beneath the center of the barn began to open. several racks of weapons started to come out of the ground. in the center, a large vehicle started rising. like a machine from hell, the rig slowly rose from the depths. the flat black paint gave it a mean appearance, and the moonlight glinted off of the various weapons mounted on the sides. unlike other vehicles that have four maybe even six wheels, this one had ten, two to an axle. the windows were mounted high on the rig, and the brush guard was flat against the nose. any other person might've mistaken this vehicle as an overgrown station wagon, but everyone in the room knew it was a weapon of destruction.
"this is project detruction. there are none other like it in the world. either of them. the hand-built custom engine produces several thousand horsepower and has a range of twelve thousand miles. the entire rig can withstand a force five hurricane, without so much as a scratch.the entire rig is stupid-proof, requiring only two people to operate. this was designed and built for an underground demolition derby(think twisted metal), but this takes precidence. you must overcome your fear of killing if you wish to survive, for it is kill or be killed. fight or die. if you cannot accomplish these goals, then go home. we shal either be victorious or fail and die. their is no middle ground. you must toughen up and fast, for time is but an ally and a foe. if you do not feel that this is for you th door is unlocked, your free to leave. but bear in mind, that if we fail, they will come after you, and not offer you a merciful death. those whose wish to stay and fight stay here, those who wish for the cowards way out, please leave."
no one moved.
Brad smiled, "good, but we have alot of work to do, namely training you and raising a standing army."
"wait, your expecting to wage a war against this guy, but we're just some kids.", Sora interjected.
"well, tough shit then. we are all this planets' got.", Brad replied. he wasn't in the mood to argue.
"Tai, Izzy, Matt, and Davis. your coming with me to help gather up people, anyone willing and able. Renamon, stay here and start bringing them up to speed on combat and survival. keep them away from the weapons until you feel that they are ready. everyone understand?"
everyone nodded, except renamon id it more slowly than everyone else. she wasn't exactly the teacher type, and she knew it. but, Brad knew what he was doing, and she trusted him.
Brad and the digidestined he selected went outside, just as the sun was beginning to rise. he led them to his house and went straight to the fridge. he extracted several cold energy drinks and tossed them to the guys.
"we'll need this for what wegot going on today.", brad stated after he took a long draught from his.
"we aren't going to get any sleep?", Davis asked.
"no, because we have a ridiculous amount of work to do, and no time to do it in. we can sleep after we win, until then, try and stay caffinated."
after downing the energy drinks, they headed back out to the truck. everyone clambered in, with some argument about who was riding shotgun. Brad couldn't help but smile, but after all, they were still kids.
they started down the road, when everyone took notice of what was attached to the dashboard. clipped in place was a loaded AR-15, complete with silencer and a grenade launcher.
"what is that for?", izzy asked nervously.
"self defence.", Brad said simply, "what you do not know is that a human can kill a digimon, and quite easily. the reason your government had a difficult time dispatching them, eventually having to call in y'all is two little words: gun control."
"so you can just shoot one?", Tai said with a confused look on his face
"oh yeah. why do you think Myotismon appeared in Tokyo, not Texas? because Americans are well enough armed to effectively dispatch them, even though it would've been difficult."
"so do they dissipate into nothing when you kill them, just as when a digimon kills them?", Izzy asked, intrigued.
"an excellent question, but no.", Brad said as he turned onto the main road into town, "you see, the only do that when another digimon kills them, but not when a human does it. it's like when you erase the memory on a CD. the information is gone, but the empty shell remains. it makes for an effective calling card in guerilla warfare."
they pulled into town and drove toward the "bad" side of town. the entire town was dangerous, as it has been under marshal law for some time. people killed one another for the basic necessities.
the truck rolled to a stop in front of a rather dangerous looking bar.
"this is why I didn't bring any girls or the youger guys with us. this place is very dangerous, so don't look at anybody, don't talk to anybody, and don't piss anybody off, Comprende?"
Brad grabbed his assault rifle and stepped out of his rig. as everone else got out. he handed a large handful of the local currency to two tough looking guys outside of the door, trusting them to keep an eye on his truck as they stepped inside.
the interior of the tavern was as nasty as the outside. Human and Digimon alike were in varying degrees of drunkeness. several small fights were occuring, with others cheering on. there were knives embedded into the bar top. the bartender was an Iceagumon, who was missing an eye. suddenly several shots rang out and everyone fell silent. everyone looked at brad, the barrel on his rifle was still smoking. above him there were several holes in the ceiling, letting the morning sun in. Bradwas staring at everyone else with a look that could kill.
"attention anyone and everyone willing and able. we are planning to assemble a large army to reclaim the digital world from those who wish to rule it.", Brad began, "we have the weapons, and we can train evryone who can fight. we must stand together and fight or we will all surely become slaves to those who dare call themselves overlords of the digital world."
the bartender was the first to say anything.
"first, i don't take to kindly to you puttin' holes in my roof.", he snorted, "and secondly, why should we help you?"
Brad looked around, and started, "because we have all lost loved ones to those assholes, and I think it's time for them to pay. You honestly cannot say to me that there is one person here that won't have something to gain from their destruction."
the words struck cords with several of the men, including the bartender. silence reigned for what seemed like an eternity. finally they started to converse amongst themselves. one of the patrons' looked towards the five men standing in the doorway.
"alright we'join you in your fight, but are you ready for a battle like this?"
Brad smiled, "I'm not ready for a battle, I'm ready for War."
the bartender stood up on the bar and stated, "tell us where to go."
"spread the word that revolution is upon us. gather everone who is willing and able. go, follow the red dirt road into the woods, continue into the woods until you come across an old shack and a barn. there is a Renamon there, she is my ally. tell her 'Viva Revolucion'."