Kyle stared at the man in mirrored sunglasses for a moment. The man next to him gave a little cough, and fiddled with his briefcase. Kyle finally said "What the hell are you talking about?"
The man with the sunglasses sighed. "We created - that is, programmed - that creature that is standing next to you. Therefore, he belongs to us, and we are here to take him back."
"But..." Kyle looked helplessly back at Raustemon, and was surprised to find a look of hatred on the red and black dino's face. "What... is your name..." the dinosaur growled.
The man in sunglasses sighed. "It seems the data banks have yet to kick in... we really should fire that man, he's horrendously incompetent..." The other man nodded, opened his briefcase, and started fiddling with something inside.
"Um..." said Kyle, trying to get back into the conversation, "...when you said 'programed', what'd you actually mean?"
"I mean we programmed him. As in we sat down at a computer and typed out his code." The man snorted. "Well, okay, I wasn't involved in the actual workings, but what matters is that the creature you see next to you is just a creation made up of zeros and ones. A digital dinosaur, if you will."
"And the bird...?" Kyle replied.
The man with sunglasses answered while the other man continued working in the briefcase. "It was a natural digital creature. They are referred to as 'digital monsters', or digimon for short."
"And..." Kyle voiced trailed off. He'd been about to mention the girl and the cat, but something told him that this was a bad idea. Ignoring him, the man continued talking.
"These monsters are continuously trying to break the barrier that lies between their world and ours. We are here to prevent them from entering and destroying our world... and up until recently, we had very few ways to combat them." The man nodded at Raustemon. "And this is where your little friend over there comes in."
"He has a name, you know."
"How cute." the man smiled sarcastically. "The kid named his new pet."
"No, this thing told me his name." Kyle held out the red and white device. "It said his name was Raustemon."
The man looked puzzled by the device. "Hm..." He shrugged. "That doesn't matter. We still need to take him."
Kyle moved between Raustemon and the man. "And why should I believe you?"
"Got it!" the man with the briefcase said. Behind Kyle, Raustemon suddenly shuddered, and shook his head rapidly. "W-what's wrong with him?" Kyle asked. "What'd you do?"
The man closed up his briefcase. "I just activated his data banks. All the info he needs is in there. Including his reason for existing."
Raustemon looked back up, slowly. He looked at Kyle, then looked at the man with sunglasses. "...Sen...tinel?"
The man with the briefcase sighed. "Damn it... they must be damaged, somehow... it didn't fully activate..."
"Will it ever?"
"...probably... yes. It will." the man nodded. "It just needs some time. A week at most."
The man with sunglasses nodded. He turned back to Kyle. "Well, kid, looks like you get to keep your pet, at least for another week. And who knows?" he smiled slightly. "He might actually be useful after all..."
The two men turned around, and walked off down the street. "Just keep him out of sight!" the man called back over his shoulder.
"Thanks!" Kyle called out. "I... guess..."
Kyle looked around the deserted street, and spotted Isaac and Kirsten walking cautiously over to them. "So... what happened?" Isaac asked.
Kyle shook his head. "Man, I don't even know..." he looked back at Raustemon. "...but it looks like I get to keep him... at least for a little while..."
Kirsten looked the dinosaur over again. "...you know, it is kinda cute..." Raustemon suddenly sneezed, and a bit of fire shot out his nose. "...for a creepy, flammable monster."
Kirsten looked over at Kyle with a suddenly michevous look. "So... where 'ya gonna keep him?"
"Um..."
Kirsten laughed. "You idiot. You agreed to take him and you didn't even know where you were gonna put him?"
Kyle rubbed the back of his head. "Heh... yeah, sounds kinda stupid, now..."
"Why don't you put him in the parking garage?" Isaac asked. "Nobody ever goes down to that spot..."
Kyle shrugged. "I guess... but, um, where's the parking garage?"
"Back the way we came, silly." Kirsten replied.
"And, um, where's that?"
Kirsten laughed. "You really are hopeless, aren't you?"
Isaac shrugged. Both of his friends said "It's this way!". Both friends pointed in opposite directions.
"Huh?" Isaac said.
"It's that way!" Kirsten said. "I remember passing that burger joint!"
"Which one? They all look the same! I'm sure it was that way."
"And you're basing this off you brilliant sense of direction?"
"What's wrong with my sense of direction?"
"I don't know... Try: it doesn't even work!"
Kyle chuckled a little bit, then finally started laughing out loud. Both of his friends looked over at him. "What?" they said in unison.
"Listen to you two!" Kyle said. "You sound like an old married couple!"
Isaac and Kirsten looked at each other. Isaac blushed slightly. Kirsten did as well, then turned back to Kyle. "What the fuck are you talking about, you idiot!"
Kyle laughed. Raustemon looked around. "Um... we came from over there." he pointed in a direction different from the ones Isaac and Kirsten had pointed at.
Kyle sighed. "Okay, look, we'll just follow Raustemon... he's a digimon, so he probably has a better sense of direction..."
"What's a digimon?" his friends asked in unison.
Kyle sighed as he realized he was going to have to explain it to them. ...come to think of it, that guy didn't really give me much to work from, either...
Raustemon took off at a jog down the street, and Kirsten yelled "Hey, wait for us!" The three children ran after Raustemon down the street.
"Did you get the tracker implanted?"
"Yes, sir. In his ear, as you suggested."
"Well done, who... we can't afford to lose that digimon... it may be the key to everything..."
Shadow- "...and now to take a two week vacation. Sorry, no updates until then. But, to distract you from that, here's a dancing monkey!
...um...
...where's the monkey?
...ooh... awkward... the monkey's dead..."
(slinks away)