everyone was crowded in the barn, around Project Destruction and the racks of weapons. the many rifles and guns excited the barflies, but everyone stayed silent. finally Brad walked in,followed closely by Renamon. he was wearing green BDU's and was fully armed. Renamon was still wearing her heavy leather gauntlets and twin swords.

Brad walked up to the back of an old Peterbilt rig and climbed on the back to address his troops.

"you all have volunteered for the chance to fight to save this planet from enslavement by the Council of Five. Your training will begin shortly, but not here. we will travel to another resistance group that is better suited to train the likes of you. the training will be hard, but keep in mind that this training will save your life. listen to your drill instructors there, and try your hardest. I have called in helicoptors from there to take us their."

"pick out a weapon from the racks before you.", Renamon began, "keep in mind their weight, recoil, and size."

"but i already have a weapon.", Cody said, indicating his Grandfather's Katana.

"then keep it.", Brad replied, inserting a clip into his AR-15.

"what about us digimon?", Agumon asked.

"you quite obviously don't need one.", Brad snapped, his patience wearing thin, "common sense people!."

just then the deafening roar of helicopters came in from outside. Brad jumped down from his post atop the back end of the rig and walked towards his pet project. the barn door was still open, and he could see people walking from the choppers. he climbed to the top of Project Destruction and opened the roofhatch. just then he heard a woman's voice, one he hadn't heard in ages.

"well, commander, it seems you have been busy since you retired.", her voice was a cold as ice, yet he felt his stomach flutter.

"Commander Rika, it's been too long.", Brad started. Brad and Rika went out for a while, before the Hell's Alleyway incident, and ever since he had little or no contact with his comrades-in-arms.

"you could've called.", she snapped.

"I should've called.", he sighed.

Rika climbed up to the roof of Brad's pet and sat down next to him.

"when i heard you came back from the dead i just had to come out here and see for myself.", she said, looking at the kids and the drunks that made up his little platoon.

"pathetic.", she snorted.

"i know.", Brad said, "they'll never replace the men i lost."

"well, did you replace me with anyone?", Rika asked, staring at him.

"no. I'm sorry about not calling. i really am. thing's just got weird after Hell's Alleyway, and i couldn't bear to face anyone again."

"why?", Rika asked, her icy demeanor softening slightly.

"I was the best, my men were the best, and they got killed. I got my ass beat and almost died. worst of all, I almost lost Renamon. i was broken and humiliated. i thought you wouldn't understand and that i wouldn't deserve you anymore. i would do anything to get you back, Rika, that is, if your still not seeing anybody."

Rika smiled. it was sweet, the pathetic way he was pining over her. and she wasn't seeing anybody, so she thought, "what the hell, why not."

"I think that pathetic little soliloquy just won me back, diesel."

Brad smiled. he always liked her cruel comments.

"Rika?", a voice asked from the side of the vehicle. they both looked over the edge to see someone else Brad hadn't seen in ages.

"other Renamon!, how's it been? You seen your sister yet? She misses you.", Brad exclaimed, allowing this one moment to act completely retarded.

Brad's Renamon walked up behind her and embraced her in a great bear hug. Brad couldn't help but chuckle at this, but Rika just sat there, smiling.

"we've got to head out, or we'll have to wait 'til tomrrow.", Renamon said, still being hugged by her sister.

"alright.", Brad said, then turned to address his troops, "Head 'em up, move 'em out!"

"you driving this thing?", Rika asked, stomping her foot to indicate Project Destruction.

"you wanna ride with me?", Brad asked, "there's more than enough room for y'all.(those not from Texas, Y'all means "all of you" whereas "All Y'all", means "everybody")

"sure," Rika turned to her Renamon, " Tell them we'll be driving."

Renamon bowed slightly and walked out to the choppers. Brad opened the hatch and climbed in. the interior looked nothing like the outside of the rig. the seats were tan leather and looked very comfortable. the guages were cleanly set and easy to read, and the weapons controls were simple and could be stowed away, just as they were now. the LCD displays were set nicely into the center console and in the roof. the only differentiation from this opulence was the emrgency escape hatch located in the center of the floor. the bright yellow and black warning stripes around it stood out against the plush tan carpet.

"well, you certainly outdid yourself on this one, Diesel.", Rika said as she looked about the cavernous interior. she took a seat in the front passengerside captains chair and ran her hand over the smooth real wood grain on the dashboard. Brad strapped himelf into his seat as both Renamon settled ino theirs.

"it better be, do you know how much i spent putting this thing together?", Brad snorted as he turned over the Diesel-Turbine for the first time. he put it in drive just as the choppers were taking off. the main heads up display showed sensors forthe vehicle, so that the driver could be aware of ANY damage the vehicle takes on. Brad pressed a button on the LCD screen and a media player came on and immediately started playing a great driving song, Steppenwolf's Born To Be Wild.

instead of turning to the dirt road that lead into town, Brad turned and drove deeper into the forest. the enormous vehicle carved a wide berth through the forest. the rig, despite its size and purpose, rode smoothly. finally, an opening appeared at the edge of the forest and Brad nosed the large rig towards it. Project Destruction burst forth from the foliage, into a rather beautiful valley. the gentle sloping valley had very little plant life, except for the thick, lush wild grass that carpeted the ground. the massive vehicle made it to the bottom of the valley and turned to head east.

"about thirty more miles.", Brad said simply, hammering the accelerator. the entire rig jumped as the turbine let out it's long, angry hiss. the speedometer read 110, and Brad let out a maniacal laugh.

"what's so funny?", Rika asked, looking over at the array of guages set in front of Brad.

"125 and climbing!", Brad laughed, the speed of this monster amazing him.

"your shitting me!", Renamon said, leaning forward to get a better view of the guages.

"why is this thing so fast?", Rika asked, curious why something as big as an RV was hauling so much ass.

"I made it this fast. the speed and the flat guard on the nose with protective doors for the headlights, they were made for one purpose only.", Brad explained.
"and what is that?", Rika asked.

"drive through walls.", Brad said simply, "that and the metal I made the entire rig out of. i don't know the exact name of. it's suppose to be stronger than titanium, and it's only available in the digital world."

"Digizoidium.", Renamon said, "It's one hundred times stronger than titanium. But the question is, how did you get enough to build a vehicle out of it? I thought you could only get it in one foot wide pieces."

"which one of you said that?", Brad asked. that was the problem with their Renamon, unless he knew which one said it, he had no clue who was talking.

"me.", Rika's Renamon replied.

"well, true on the 1x4 pieces. that's what i bought. well, that and a special welder to weld the pieces together. cost me a pretty penny, but this thing can withstand a force five hurricane, with not so much as a scratch.", Brad smiled. thisrig was his baby, and he loved to talk about it.

reaching he end of the valley, the started up a rocky trail into the mountains. Brad had to slow down for this, he wanted to keep the rubber side down on his toy. the trail led deep into the mountains, with a sheer drop on one side.

the sun was starting to set, so Brad hit the headlights. the trail immediately brightened up as the doors in front of the headlights swung away and they lights kicked on.

they kept driving on the trail for several minutes, until the reached a fork in the road. Brad remebered this. one went on for another mile, and dropped off into nothing. the other was the path to the base. an old safeguard, in case anyone tried to find the base without permission.

Brad turned to the right one and drove the vehicle down it, at a snails pace. after he saw a mile tick by on his odometer, he sighed in relief and sped up.

the forest started to make a comeback, as the base was situated in a literal bowl in the mountains. finally he saw the old familiar gates in front of the town outside the base,

Treetown. secluded deep in the mountains. found only by those who know where it is. houses and stores sat on either side of the road. occasionally, another vehicle would cross their path, most of them were trucks from the base.

But this sleepy little town was more than it seemed. it was also the classified location of the displace global government, awaitng victory so that it can be restored to power. this place has always housed Man alongside Digimon, a safezone, watching the Digital world flourish and grow, and eventually fall to the council of five.

Treetown was one of the first places created when the digital world was developed. it serves as a lookout for the Humans, to watch the Digital World, and, if need be, Temporarily house the government in case of civil war. the base was meant to be used as a sort of police station, policing the entire digital world. but Treetown was forgotten.

Brad drove to the gate of the base and opened up the side hatch on the side of his rig. he leaned out so the guard could get a good look at him.

"well, no shit.", the Gazimon said, his mouth open in awe, "it's you! Your back! your a living legend, Commander!"

"just let me in.", Brad said simply.

"yes sir!"