To my adoring fans (as if I even have any), sorry for this short chapter. I hope you, at least, don't dislike it!

Chapter IV: Harry Futry

August 16th, 1873

As the wind blew against the cold face of a rich man, the empty London alleyway was suddenly filled with vicious bats. With no-one nearby, this man took out, from his pocket, a thick wad of cash. A sudden movement in the shadows caused the man to shudder, and then calm down. The movement was made by a gray mouse, small for its age. If it was intelligent, it would've noticed that out of nowhere, a large, wiry man walked casually into the abandoned alley. If it was intelligent, it would've noticed that the man slowly gave the money to the newcomer, who took out a double-barreled Pistol and shot the giver. If it was intelligent, this mouse would have seen that the shot man wore a dark, black suit. He had on a blue tie, black leather shoes, and a pin on his breast pocket. If the mouse was intelligent, it would have read the small pin, which said "Lord Andrew Berrikens." And if the mouse really was smart, it would've noticed the skinny man came from a low-humming vehicle, with a red visor near the front.

-(Scene Skip: Back to Future)-

"Harry, you come down here right now!" yelled a commanding voice.

Harry Futry unwillingly obliged, tumbling down the steps with a flurry of feet. His run down the stairs caused him to accidentally trip over the fourth step, which then resulted in his immediate falling down the flight of stairs.

"Harry, how inconsiderate and immature of you! Why, when your brother was also fifteen, he…" his mother scolded. But by now, Harry had tuned out her voice as a background-noise, knowing this lecture wouldn't last too long. As he tried to slowly tiptoe out of the room, his mother shouted, "Oh no, you don't! Rascal, get back here now. I'm not done with you yet."

Harry groaned, and endured the rest of the hour in a grumpy state, occasionally talking back.

He felt a surge of pride, casually striding into the hallway of Hunderot Eight. Who'd have believed that he, Harry Futry, had been accepted into Hunderot Eight? A dream come true, indeed! Too bad his friend, Anthony, had been long gone.

Anthony the Wizard, as Harry called him, was the one who first introduced him to these Digital Monsters. But after a risky escape, Anthony had been caught by the evil Snimon, and perished against the terrible blow. Harry had then vowed to never have anything to do with Digimon, until Anthony's Ryudamon had come to him for help. There, he decided that the vow was silly and helped take care of Ryudamon, the greatest acquaintance Anthony had ever shown Harry.

And now, thanks to him and Ryudamon, Harry was finally accepted into Hunderot Eight (after quite a few tries). He was even more surprised when, all of a sudden, the DATS Leader, Commander Sampson, came into the blue-and-white meeting room. Here he saw the Legendary Ben Berrikens, his buddy Marcus Hyuoip, and Jedidiah Blushk.

Sampson announced in a loud voice, "Welcome to all of you. Please take a seat, we here at Hunderot Eight are happy to have you talented students. You have passed the test, and are now officially part of the team of DATS. However, you four have exceedingly passed standards and are Rank A . It is an honour to have you great Tamers. Now, onto more important matters…

"Last month, we received a report that General Hues had been taken prisoner by a mysterious intruder. Our Intel has suggested that this may be far more than a simple game of kidnapping.

"Now, as one of the bests, you four have been summoned to help others in this mission. It is of an extreme importance that this be completed! Now, will you boys join me or not?" All the boys chorused (Harry gasped in surprise of this outcome) a monotonous "aye."

Sampson ushered them all out, telling them that they will be called upon again once more details have been known. He also handed pamphlets to the areas of the two buildings. It was then that Jedidiah spoke in his usual stuffy-nose way.

"Well now, that sure didn't happen the way I know about. My bro said that he was supposed to welcome you all, shake your hands, and give you a gigantic hug. Oh, and you were supposed to get a Certificate of Achievement, too. Weird, meh?"

"Then again," replied Ben. "Your brother probably didn't join in when there was a state of emergency. Remember, General Hues is one of most important men on the team. Without him, one of the Master Strategists would be gone. Not exactly a good thing to happen to DATS."

Harry walked along in silence, when Marcus erratically approached him.

"Hey, nice to meet ya. It's Harry, right? I'm Marcus, but you can call me Mark." The stranger said wholeheartedly.

Well, he sure is straightforward, thought Harry as he returned the friendly gesture.

Thus, a pact of friendship and bravery made a new team. But this was only the beginning…