"Resurrection II"
Part Three
(c) October 2000, Ryan Berke
http://www.geocities.com/RyanBerke/
Beta Read by: Thinker, the original creator of the "Resurrection" storyline. Thanks again for giving me permission to do this.
((DISCLAIMER: I do not own, nor do I claim to own, any of the Digimon characters (heck, I refuse to claim even the ones I made up! Feel free to steal them!) They are all property of FoxKids, Toei, and Bandai. I haven't recieved any permission ahead of time, but then this wouldn't be a Fanfic, would it? Likewise, I do not own the "Resurrection" storyline by FFN's Thinker, but he has graciously allowed me permission to continue the epic.))
((ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: This story is not Copywritten, as implied by the heading. (c) stands for "completed," allowing me to know when I wrote it.))
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"--and now, on local news..."
*CLICK*
"--was this young boy, assaulted, or was..."
*CLICK*
"--criminal activity is now at an all time high, and..."
*CLICK*
Silence.
Gazimon still stared at the television before him. This was not good. Definately not good.
The public had not taken well to the public assaults of Taichi Kamiya and Sora Takenouchi, one-time National Heroes. In fact, coupled with the first series of resurrections, this was twice that Tai had been attacked. And of course, the media was more than happy to follow the story.
He'd been assigned a police escort. Although the escort was officially there to discourage further attacks, he was not above protecting Tai from something potentially more dangerous: Reporters.
But that wasn't Gazimon's direct concern. Once his plan was in action, there'd be nothing the officer could do to stop him. No, his was another problem altogether.
"Bakemon." he called, grimly. Emotionless.
Definately not good.
"Yes, Boss?" the Ghost-like 'mon replied.
Gazimon inhaled, restraining himself. Resources were low; it wouldn't do to execute the idiot. No matter how foolish he was. Still, he needed to be taught a lesson.
"What did you do today?"
Bakemon blinked in surprised. Definately not what he'd expected. "Uh...well...I was flying around, and then I saw--"
"Answer the Question!" Gazimon burst, mentally cursing himself for it.
"I, uh, attacked one of the Digidestined. The Takenouchi girl."
Gazimon almost smiled. Bakemon was weak. Afraid. And was taking this lesson in protocol very well.
Almost.
"And what were your orders?" Gazimon probed, continuing the line of questioning.
"Recon duty. To fly around, scout out activity, and stay hidden--"
"Which is exactly what you _didn't_ do, unless I'm mistaken." Bakemon replied with a shake of his head, as Gazimon paused briefly to accent his verbal blows. "Because of your mistake, you're all over the news, and our cover is blown. And the Digidestined know we're here! Do you have any idea how much more difficult this operation will be without the element of surprise on our side?"
Bakemon shuddered. He knew he'd messed up, but hadn't thought about it that way.
Gazimon sighed, barely managing to reign himself in. "I assume you had a good reason for this act of treason."
The words stung harshly. Deeply. Bakemon, if nothing else, were famed among Virus-types as being loyal to their masters. Under both Lord Bakemon and Phantomon, they'd followed orders explicitly, and without question. To be accused of elsewise was unthinkable.
And yet, here it was happening.
"I'm sorry. I just though--"
"If you'd thought," Gazimon snapped, "You would've realized the need for secrecy! We could lose everything, thanks to you! Now, the digidestined'll be after you--"
"Uh, Boss?" Veggiemon intruded.
"WHAT IS IT?!?!"
"Phone call, for you. Line 1. Uh, he says it's urgent."
Who knows I'm here? I haven't gone anywhere, haven't been seen doing anything. Why would anyone call me? Unless...
Gazimon gulped.
"I'm on it." He said, his voice barely audible. "Just a moment."
---------------
"Yes, Master?" Gazimon greeted, his head turning to look every direction in paranoia. Last thing he needed was for Hiro to catch him borrowing his phone.
Heck, last thing he needed was Hiro finding the phone. Thanks to some techno-wizardry on Gazimon's part, the phone rang completely silent. Instead, a small, LED light would blink, indication of an incoming call.
But on the plus side, he'd rigged it to bill long distance at five cents a minute _all_ the time, not only after six.
He shook his head. He'd been working on Earth for too long.
"Gazimon," the entity acknowledged, "I'm going to make one more addition to your team. Follow my directions exactly, and everything will fall into place..."
---------------
"Okay, guys." Tai said, safe in the near-privacy of his and Kari's room. It was morning, a Sunday morning, which meant school was out. He'd left his escort outside the bedroom door, insisting that he'd be okay in his own room, with his own friends. The officer grudgingly ceded.
Tai, Sora, and Kari sat on his bunk, with T.K. above them in the top bunk, laying on his stomach. Izzy sat cross-legged on the floor, behind his laptop; Matt straddled the back of a chair in a "tough guy" imitation. Mimi took advantage of a new addition to the room, a bean-bag chair.
The only one missing was Joe.
"As soon as Joe gets here--"
"Don't start without me!" Joe exclaimed, as he bolted through the door. He stopped suddenly, as the officer grabbed him by the collar, jerking back with the sudden force of stopping. "Uh, Tai? What's going on?" He looked pleadingly at Tai, receiving a shrug as the officer began to pat down the blue-haired boy for hidden weapons.
Dismissed, Joe sat where he collapsed, sitting on the floor with his back against the wall. The officer excused himself, and closed the door behind him.
"Now that that's over," Tai resumed, "We've got a problem. I'm sure you've seen the news."
They nodded.
"Just making sure everyone was up to speed," he explained. "That means one of two things: either there's survivors from the first resurrection, or there's been another. Suggestions?"
"Either way," Joe noted, "We can bet it's not going to be good."
"Alright," Matt offered. "We'll do the same as last time: check hotels for strange digimon. We already know which ones they're likely to visit from last time."
"You're assuming their mission is the same as last time." Izzy replied, "Last time, we decided they needed internet access because they were reconstructing the Dark Network. But what if they're doing something different this time?"
"Or for that matter," Joe added, "If they're even evil. Maybe he was confused."
"I doubt it." Sora corrected. "Not after the way he talked about pulling out eardrums and--"
"Eww! Stop it!" Mimi interrupted.
"It seems to me," T.K. said, "That all we really can do is keep our eyes open, and hope we can stop the bad guys before they do anything too bad."
"You're right, T.K." Tai agreed. That's all we really _can_ do."
---------------
"Hiro!"
I can't believe I'm doing this! It's humilating enough, having to live in his home, but to keep up this charade of being polite...
The idea made Gazimon's fur crawl.
"Hiro, where are you?" he echoed, "I know you're around here somewhere."
"Sorry, Gus." the man apologised, "I'm in a rush. I needta drop some books off at the library before they open. They don't charge late fees if the books are there before they are.
"Oh, sure." Gazimon ceded, "I just wanted to know if I could use your garage."
Hiro stopped in place, thinking. Finally, he agreed, "If I let you, will you watch Yami while I take care of this and run a few errands?"
"How long?" Gazimon asking, hiding the joy in his voice--this was better-than-perfect!
"Two hours. Maybe three."
Gazimon faked a sigh. "Okay." he said, as if annoyed. "I'll take care of her."
"Thanks." Hiro said, walking out the door. It closed behind him with an audible 'click'.
Gazimon jumped to his feet, eager to begin right away. "Yami," he called, "Come here, please..."
---------------
Even since Gazimon had first started staying at the Yagami's house (which didn't say much, seeing Friday was only two days before), Yami had intrigued him. In a creepy kind of way. Here was this guy, although a total moron, he was still outgoing. Yami, however, was neither.
Where did she get it from? He'd seen no signs of a living mother anywhere, and it was more-than-obvious she was nothing like her cousins.
Stupid brats.
But Yami; there was something different. So dark. So mysterious. So alone.
So...sinister.
He knew she didn't try to be evil. She did everything she could to be good. But when you're an 8-year-old trying to live with a moron of a father and no mother, there's a lot of responsibility involved. And when one has to keep emotion bottled up inside...
Well, small wonder she'd sometimes cut loose.
The girl would go crazy eventually. Of that, Gazimon was certain. Manic depressive, multiple personality syndrome; some sort of mentai illness. But for now, she was just irrational enough to be of use to him.
And that's why the two of them sat on a couch, in an otherwise empty garage, while he tried to play psychologist to her. Tried to gain a hold on her psyche.
"Yami," he soothed, "I understand you're going through some hard times."
"What do _you_ know?" the girl griped.
"Plenty." Gazimon assured, spinning lies upon lies with ease, "I know what it's like to be alone. How frustrating it is, to have all this emotion, and no outlet to vent with. I had no friends growing up; who wants to be friends with a grey-haired freak?"
Yami looked up, suddenly interested. Maybe he _did_ understand. How she'd been separated from other kids, because she had no mother. How she had to be her own mother.
"How did you manage?" she asked, rapidly opening up. "What'd you do when the sadness got to be too much?"
"I'd cut loose." he replied, frankly, but still a lie, "I'd haul off, and hit someone. And with claws like these, they'd be sorry." He chuckled, and Yami had to agree. It _did_ sound like fun.
"Sounds fun." she commented. "But I bet you got in a lot of trouble."
"Did I?!?" Gazimon exclaimed, in friendly tones. "All the time!"
She sighed. "But wouldn't it be great if you could do stuff like that without worrying about getting in trouble?"
Jeez, Gazimon reflected, This is just _too_ easy...
"Actually." Gazimon added, "What if I could guarantee you a way to vent your frustration, and no one would _dare_ to oppose you?"
"All right." Yami agreed. "Whatcha got?"
---------------
They'd switched gears, now. Instead of the garage, they'd moved the couch back into the living room. They were now in the study: Gazimon's adopted workshop-of-horrors.
"This," Gazimon introduced, holding up a mess of wiring: the wiring he'd been working with for the past two days, "is a Digivice. Almost."
"What does it do?"
"I'll tell you," Gazimon cautioned, "But if I do, can you keep a secret?"
Yami's eyes lit up; there's nothing an 8-year-old likes more than being trusted with a secret. She eagerly nodded her head.
"I'm not really a human. Not even a diseased one. I'm really--"
"An alien?" Yami asked, hopeful.
Gazimon chuckled. "No. But I am a Digimon."
"Whats a dih-gee-mon?" Yami asked, letting the new word roll around on her tongue.
"A Digital Monster. Creatures who live in the digital world."
"Do they all look like you?"
"Some," he admitted, "But not all. They all digivolved differently."
"Dih-gee-volv'd?"
"In our world, creatures evolve as they age." he explained, "For example, I used to be a Pagumon. But now, I'm a Gazimon."
Yami didn't even try those names. "What'll you turn into next?"
"I'm not sure." he admitted, "That's why I need your help."
"My help?"
"Yes," he assured, "With the digivice, you can help me digivolve. Once it's done, that is."
"Once it's done?"
"Yeah. My colleague should be getting the parts right now..."
---------------
Radio Shack. Well, outside a Radio Shack, to be precise. Veggiemon hadn't figured out how to get inside yet.
It was 10:32. And 10:31. And 10:35. As Veggiemon read the clocks through the window, he didn't even want to get into the differences in seconds.
Sunday morning. The store opened at 11:00. Not enough time to get inside. Well, not without setting of alarms.
That ruled out being discrete.
He pulled back with a vine, and hauled of, shatterring the glass pane.
Alarms blared, but few people took notice. The ones that did dove for cover; decked out in his trench-coat, Veggiemon didn't look like someone to pick a fight with.
He hopped through the newly-created hole in the wall. This was too easy...
---------------
"Matt?"
"What, T.K.?"
"How are we gonna find Bakemon by just walking around on the street?"
Matt paused, stopping mid-stride. T.K. had a point. How _would_ they find Bakemon, walking around downtown, with no idea where he was? And if they did, would they want to? Tai and Sora were in pretty good shape, but Matt was the stay-at-home-and-style-his-hair type--improving, but still not the best athlete. And T.K. was, well, a little kid.
"I don't know, T.K. But we have to try."
Suddenly, across the street, they heard the blaring of an alarm, and flashing of red lights. They were coming from the Radio Shack.
Matt moved to run, but sighted something from the cornet of his eye. A yellow vine, extending from the sleeve of the trench-coated figure.
"Come with me, T.K." he ordered, "And keep quiet."
---------------
This is just too easy... Veggiemon thought, hopping out the window again, a bundle of electronics in his hands.
The plant Digimon sprinted down the street, as fast as he could.
If he'd stopped to look, he'd've noticed the two blonde-haired boys following close behind.
---------------
"Kamiya Residence, Tai speaking."
"Tai," a voice gasped into the phone. Thank God!"
Tai glanced quickly around, to make sure no one was listening. His escort got the clue, and retreated from the kitchen into a bedroom.
With the coast clear, Tai asked, "Matt, what's wrong?"
Matt quickly related the Veggiemon incident. "Me'n T.K. were following him, but he lost us in a residential district a few blocks away."
"A few blocks away?" Tai asked, "My Uncle Hiro lives there. In fact, since I was just about to visit him anyways..."
Matt took the hint. "Then you could check on Veggiemon for us. Great Idea!"
"Thanks." Tai thanked, "I'll be right over."
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Tai stood at the front door of Uncle Hiro's house. He knocked once, twice, three times. No reply. He lifted his hand to knock again, but stopped.
A car pulled into the driveway. Uncle Hiro stepped out.
I guess that explains why no one answered... Tai thought.
But the front door started to open.
Okay...this is _definately_ weird... He had no idea how weird it really was.
He looked at the figure in the door, recognizing it immediately. "Gazimon!" he gasped.
He immediately went on the defense. No way was he going to be attacked a _third_ time. From the street, the officer took the hint and raised his gun.
Gazimon, however, picked a totally different tactic. He slammed the door.
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Dammit! How had the kid found him? Unless...
"Veggiemon! You lead Kamiya here!"
"Nuh-uh! He wasn't anywhere close!" Veggiemon replied, defensively. "His Uncle _does_ live here. Maybe he came to visit."
"Either way, we're sunk. We're out of options."
There was a loud *CLANG* of metal-on-concrete from the garage.
"What was that?" Veggiemon asked.
"Our option." Gazimon smiled. "Our last team-mate just arrived."
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Part Three
(c) October 2000, Ryan Berke
http://www.geocities.com/RyanBerke/
Beta Read by: Thinker, the original creator of the "Resurrection" storyline. Thanks again for giving me permission to do this.
((DISCLAIMER: I do not own, nor do I claim to own, any of the Digimon characters (heck, I refuse to claim even the ones I made up! Feel free to steal them!) They are all property of FoxKids, Toei, and Bandai. I haven't recieved any permission ahead of time, but then this wouldn't be a Fanfic, would it? Likewise, I do not own the "Resurrection" storyline by FFN's Thinker, but he has graciously allowed me permission to continue the epic.))
((ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: This story is not Copywritten, as implied by the heading. (c) stands for "completed," allowing me to know when I wrote it.))
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"--and now, on local news..."
*CLICK*
"--was this young boy, assaulted, or was..."
*CLICK*
"--criminal activity is now at an all time high, and..."
*CLICK*
Silence.
Gazimon still stared at the television before him. This was not good. Definately not good.
The public had not taken well to the public assaults of Taichi Kamiya and Sora Takenouchi, one-time National Heroes. In fact, coupled with the first series of resurrections, this was twice that Tai had been attacked. And of course, the media was more than happy to follow the story.
He'd been assigned a police escort. Although the escort was officially there to discourage further attacks, he was not above protecting Tai from something potentially more dangerous: Reporters.
But that wasn't Gazimon's direct concern. Once his plan was in action, there'd be nothing the officer could do to stop him. No, his was another problem altogether.
"Bakemon." he called, grimly. Emotionless.
Definately not good.
"Yes, Boss?" the Ghost-like 'mon replied.
Gazimon inhaled, restraining himself. Resources were low; it wouldn't do to execute the idiot. No matter how foolish he was. Still, he needed to be taught a lesson.
"What did you do today?"
Bakemon blinked in surprised. Definately not what he'd expected. "Uh...well...I was flying around, and then I saw--"
"Answer the Question!" Gazimon burst, mentally cursing himself for it.
"I, uh, attacked one of the Digidestined. The Takenouchi girl."
Gazimon almost smiled. Bakemon was weak. Afraid. And was taking this lesson in protocol very well.
Almost.
"And what were your orders?" Gazimon probed, continuing the line of questioning.
"Recon duty. To fly around, scout out activity, and stay hidden--"
"Which is exactly what you _didn't_ do, unless I'm mistaken." Bakemon replied with a shake of his head, as Gazimon paused briefly to accent his verbal blows. "Because of your mistake, you're all over the news, and our cover is blown. And the Digidestined know we're here! Do you have any idea how much more difficult this operation will be without the element of surprise on our side?"
Bakemon shuddered. He knew he'd messed up, but hadn't thought about it that way.
Gazimon sighed, barely managing to reign himself in. "I assume you had a good reason for this act of treason."
The words stung harshly. Deeply. Bakemon, if nothing else, were famed among Virus-types as being loyal to their masters. Under both Lord Bakemon and Phantomon, they'd followed orders explicitly, and without question. To be accused of elsewise was unthinkable.
And yet, here it was happening.
"I'm sorry. I just though--"
"If you'd thought," Gazimon snapped, "You would've realized the need for secrecy! We could lose everything, thanks to you! Now, the digidestined'll be after you--"
"Uh, Boss?" Veggiemon intruded.
"WHAT IS IT?!?!"
"Phone call, for you. Line 1. Uh, he says it's urgent."
Who knows I'm here? I haven't gone anywhere, haven't been seen doing anything. Why would anyone call me? Unless...
Gazimon gulped.
"I'm on it." He said, his voice barely audible. "Just a moment."
---------------
"Yes, Master?" Gazimon greeted, his head turning to look every direction in paranoia. Last thing he needed was for Hiro to catch him borrowing his phone.
Heck, last thing he needed was Hiro finding the phone. Thanks to some techno-wizardry on Gazimon's part, the phone rang completely silent. Instead, a small, LED light would blink, indication of an incoming call.
But on the plus side, he'd rigged it to bill long distance at five cents a minute _all_ the time, not only after six.
He shook his head. He'd been working on Earth for too long.
"Gazimon," the entity acknowledged, "I'm going to make one more addition to your team. Follow my directions exactly, and everything will fall into place..."
---------------
"Okay, guys." Tai said, safe in the near-privacy of his and Kari's room. It was morning, a Sunday morning, which meant school was out. He'd left his escort outside the bedroom door, insisting that he'd be okay in his own room, with his own friends. The officer grudgingly ceded.
Tai, Sora, and Kari sat on his bunk, with T.K. above them in the top bunk, laying on his stomach. Izzy sat cross-legged on the floor, behind his laptop; Matt straddled the back of a chair in a "tough guy" imitation. Mimi took advantage of a new addition to the room, a bean-bag chair.
The only one missing was Joe.
"As soon as Joe gets here--"
"Don't start without me!" Joe exclaimed, as he bolted through the door. He stopped suddenly, as the officer grabbed him by the collar, jerking back with the sudden force of stopping. "Uh, Tai? What's going on?" He looked pleadingly at Tai, receiving a shrug as the officer began to pat down the blue-haired boy for hidden weapons.
Dismissed, Joe sat where he collapsed, sitting on the floor with his back against the wall. The officer excused himself, and closed the door behind him.
"Now that that's over," Tai resumed, "We've got a problem. I'm sure you've seen the news."
They nodded.
"Just making sure everyone was up to speed," he explained. "That means one of two things: either there's survivors from the first resurrection, or there's been another. Suggestions?"
"Either way," Joe noted, "We can bet it's not going to be good."
"Alright," Matt offered. "We'll do the same as last time: check hotels for strange digimon. We already know which ones they're likely to visit from last time."
"You're assuming their mission is the same as last time." Izzy replied, "Last time, we decided they needed internet access because they were reconstructing the Dark Network. But what if they're doing something different this time?"
"Or for that matter," Joe added, "If they're even evil. Maybe he was confused."
"I doubt it." Sora corrected. "Not after the way he talked about pulling out eardrums and--"
"Eww! Stop it!" Mimi interrupted.
"It seems to me," T.K. said, "That all we really can do is keep our eyes open, and hope we can stop the bad guys before they do anything too bad."
"You're right, T.K." Tai agreed. That's all we really _can_ do."
---------------
"Hiro!"
I can't believe I'm doing this! It's humilating enough, having to live in his home, but to keep up this charade of being polite...
The idea made Gazimon's fur crawl.
"Hiro, where are you?" he echoed, "I know you're around here somewhere."
"Sorry, Gus." the man apologised, "I'm in a rush. I needta drop some books off at the library before they open. They don't charge late fees if the books are there before they are.
"Oh, sure." Gazimon ceded, "I just wanted to know if I could use your garage."
Hiro stopped in place, thinking. Finally, he agreed, "If I let you, will you watch Yami while I take care of this and run a few errands?"
"How long?" Gazimon asking, hiding the joy in his voice--this was better-than-perfect!
"Two hours. Maybe three."
Gazimon faked a sigh. "Okay." he said, as if annoyed. "I'll take care of her."
"Thanks." Hiro said, walking out the door. It closed behind him with an audible 'click'.
Gazimon jumped to his feet, eager to begin right away. "Yami," he called, "Come here, please..."
---------------
Even since Gazimon had first started staying at the Yagami's house (which didn't say much, seeing Friday was only two days before), Yami had intrigued him. In a creepy kind of way. Here was this guy, although a total moron, he was still outgoing. Yami, however, was neither.
Where did she get it from? He'd seen no signs of a living mother anywhere, and it was more-than-obvious she was nothing like her cousins.
Stupid brats.
But Yami; there was something different. So dark. So mysterious. So alone.
So...sinister.
He knew she didn't try to be evil. She did everything she could to be good. But when you're an 8-year-old trying to live with a moron of a father and no mother, there's a lot of responsibility involved. And when one has to keep emotion bottled up inside...
Well, small wonder she'd sometimes cut loose.
The girl would go crazy eventually. Of that, Gazimon was certain. Manic depressive, multiple personality syndrome; some sort of mentai illness. But for now, she was just irrational enough to be of use to him.
And that's why the two of them sat on a couch, in an otherwise empty garage, while he tried to play psychologist to her. Tried to gain a hold on her psyche.
"Yami," he soothed, "I understand you're going through some hard times."
"What do _you_ know?" the girl griped.
"Plenty." Gazimon assured, spinning lies upon lies with ease, "I know what it's like to be alone. How frustrating it is, to have all this emotion, and no outlet to vent with. I had no friends growing up; who wants to be friends with a grey-haired freak?"
Yami looked up, suddenly interested. Maybe he _did_ understand. How she'd been separated from other kids, because she had no mother. How she had to be her own mother.
"How did you manage?" she asked, rapidly opening up. "What'd you do when the sadness got to be too much?"
"I'd cut loose." he replied, frankly, but still a lie, "I'd haul off, and hit someone. And with claws like these, they'd be sorry." He chuckled, and Yami had to agree. It _did_ sound like fun.
"Sounds fun." she commented. "But I bet you got in a lot of trouble."
"Did I?!?" Gazimon exclaimed, in friendly tones. "All the time!"
She sighed. "But wouldn't it be great if you could do stuff like that without worrying about getting in trouble?"
Jeez, Gazimon reflected, This is just _too_ easy...
"Actually." Gazimon added, "What if I could guarantee you a way to vent your frustration, and no one would _dare_ to oppose you?"
"All right." Yami agreed. "Whatcha got?"
---------------
They'd switched gears, now. Instead of the garage, they'd moved the couch back into the living room. They were now in the study: Gazimon's adopted workshop-of-horrors.
"This," Gazimon introduced, holding up a mess of wiring: the wiring he'd been working with for the past two days, "is a Digivice. Almost."
"What does it do?"
"I'll tell you," Gazimon cautioned, "But if I do, can you keep a secret?"
Yami's eyes lit up; there's nothing an 8-year-old likes more than being trusted with a secret. She eagerly nodded her head.
"I'm not really a human. Not even a diseased one. I'm really--"
"An alien?" Yami asked, hopeful.
Gazimon chuckled. "No. But I am a Digimon."
"Whats a dih-gee-mon?" Yami asked, letting the new word roll around on her tongue.
"A Digital Monster. Creatures who live in the digital world."
"Do they all look like you?"
"Some," he admitted, "But not all. They all digivolved differently."
"Dih-gee-volv'd?"
"In our world, creatures evolve as they age." he explained, "For example, I used to be a Pagumon. But now, I'm a Gazimon."
Yami didn't even try those names. "What'll you turn into next?"
"I'm not sure." he admitted, "That's why I need your help."
"My help?"
"Yes," he assured, "With the digivice, you can help me digivolve. Once it's done, that is."
"Once it's done?"
"Yeah. My colleague should be getting the parts right now..."
---------------
Radio Shack. Well, outside a Radio Shack, to be precise. Veggiemon hadn't figured out how to get inside yet.
It was 10:32. And 10:31. And 10:35. As Veggiemon read the clocks through the window, he didn't even want to get into the differences in seconds.
Sunday morning. The store opened at 11:00. Not enough time to get inside. Well, not without setting of alarms.
That ruled out being discrete.
He pulled back with a vine, and hauled of, shatterring the glass pane.
Alarms blared, but few people took notice. The ones that did dove for cover; decked out in his trench-coat, Veggiemon didn't look like someone to pick a fight with.
He hopped through the newly-created hole in the wall. This was too easy...
---------------
"Matt?"
"What, T.K.?"
"How are we gonna find Bakemon by just walking around on the street?"
Matt paused, stopping mid-stride. T.K. had a point. How _would_ they find Bakemon, walking around downtown, with no idea where he was? And if they did, would they want to? Tai and Sora were in pretty good shape, but Matt was the stay-at-home-and-style-his-hair type--improving, but still not the best athlete. And T.K. was, well, a little kid.
"I don't know, T.K. But we have to try."
Suddenly, across the street, they heard the blaring of an alarm, and flashing of red lights. They were coming from the Radio Shack.
Matt moved to run, but sighted something from the cornet of his eye. A yellow vine, extending from the sleeve of the trench-coated figure.
"Come with me, T.K." he ordered, "And keep quiet."
---------------
This is just too easy... Veggiemon thought, hopping out the window again, a bundle of electronics in his hands.
The plant Digimon sprinted down the street, as fast as he could.
If he'd stopped to look, he'd've noticed the two blonde-haired boys following close behind.
---------------
"Kamiya Residence, Tai speaking."
"Tai," a voice gasped into the phone. Thank God!"
Tai glanced quickly around, to make sure no one was listening. His escort got the clue, and retreated from the kitchen into a bedroom.
With the coast clear, Tai asked, "Matt, what's wrong?"
Matt quickly related the Veggiemon incident. "Me'n T.K. were following him, but he lost us in a residential district a few blocks away."
"A few blocks away?" Tai asked, "My Uncle Hiro lives there. In fact, since I was just about to visit him anyways..."
Matt took the hint. "Then you could check on Veggiemon for us. Great Idea!"
"Thanks." Tai thanked, "I'll be right over."
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Tai stood at the front door of Uncle Hiro's house. He knocked once, twice, three times. No reply. He lifted his hand to knock again, but stopped.
A car pulled into the driveway. Uncle Hiro stepped out.
I guess that explains why no one answered... Tai thought.
But the front door started to open.
Okay...this is _definately_ weird... He had no idea how weird it really was.
He looked at the figure in the door, recognizing it immediately. "Gazimon!" he gasped.
He immediately went on the defense. No way was he going to be attacked a _third_ time. From the street, the officer took the hint and raised his gun.
Gazimon, however, picked a totally different tactic. He slammed the door.
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Dammit! How had the kid found him? Unless...
"Veggiemon! You lead Kamiya here!"
"Nuh-uh! He wasn't anywhere close!" Veggiemon replied, defensively. "His Uncle _does_ live here. Maybe he came to visit."
"Either way, we're sunk. We're out of options."
There was a loud *CLANG* of metal-on-concrete from the garage.
"What was that?" Veggiemon asked.
"Our option." Gazimon smiled. "Our last team-mate just arrived."
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