DISCLAIMER: Okay, first, I only used the CIA as a prop since, from what I've heard, they spend millions of dollars a year, but heaven knows what. Sound suspicious, no?

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"Come on," she tried to reassure herself while on the plane. "It's not so bad. It's not like we need the communicator to get the point across." But, still, how was she going to find out WHERE she needed to be in London? It was impossible. This mission wasn't going so well as she thought.

"You really think I need a communicator to talk to you."

She was startled. The Master! "What is it?" she thought, using the transmitting method the Master had taught her.

"Convert the virus now. It won't be long before you get to London."

Right. She took out a small, silvery laptop and slid the disk she stole into it. A long, complicated web of computer code appeared on the screen. She then connected a cord to the side of the laptop, and connected that to a small, clear plastic capsule shaped like the T4 virus. "Converting," she whispered, "now." Immediately, the code started to disappear as the capsule filled up with a black, inky solution. Liquid data. When the last of the code disappeared, she disconnected the cord and turned off the computer. "Conversion complete," she said as the intercom stated they were now in London.

"Very good. This is where you'll need to go…"

* * *

"Come ON, Anne, this is even stranger than the last!" shouted an excited Jonathan.

"Oh, sure," Anne said with bitterness in his tone. "We'll just have some Digimon-hating maniac kick us out again, won't we?"

Jonathan ignored her and excitedly typed away. He had been hacking into something for the last fifteen minutes now, and Anne was getting tired. "Just be patient, Anne, I know you'll want to see this. London's got something like that other thing that kicked us out, and so does a lot of other countries."

"What?!"

"See, I told you you'd be interested."

"Let me see that!" As soon as he got finished hacking into whatever it was, she pushed him away and looked at what it was. It appeared to be a list of some sort…

America—CIA

England—Thread

Germany—(military)

France—Civil Defence

Russia—(military)

Japan—Hypnos

She stopped at Hypnos. That name was mentioned in the warning. She narrowed her eyes and asked, "What is this list for, anyway?"

"How should I know? Maybe it has something to do with whoever gave us that warning."

But she already was dead sure that it was a list of organizations set against Digimon. Why else would the American CIA be there? Then she got an idea… "Jonathan, try hacking into that original computer again. The one in Japan."

"Are you kidding?" he asked, incredulously. "We'll just get kicked out again! What's the point?"

"Lightning never strikes twice, right? They might've put their security down. Just try it."

Jonathan muttered something intelligible and nervously hacked into the computer. The translated version appeared, without a single hitch. "Whoa…"

"See?" said Anne. "You should listen to me more often. What does it say?" Jonathan scrolled down to the day's date.

28/09/01

Project Threadfall to be tested

That was all. But how could they test it if it was stolen? Odd. And she didn't want to know what it did at all…when suddenly the screen blacked out again. Jonathan groaned and said, "See? I told you."

* * *

"Riley, set up another firewall. I have a feeling that our 'friends' are back."

"Yes, sir."

Good. Now that that was taken care of, Yamaki had to see to the testing of Threadfall. Those idiots really thought that he was stupid enough not to make a backup copy. And on top of that, he had people trying to break into the database. But both were easily dealt with. He walked down the corridor to the testing lab, where the leaders of the Thread and the American CIA were waiting.

As soon as he showed up, the American clapped his hands together and exclaimed, "All right! Let's see what this baby can do!" Then he looked thoughtful for a second, and then added, "That is, if it can DO anything."

"Lay off, Michael," said William, the English leader of the Thread. "We're here for witnessing, not to make rude remarks."

Witnessing…right. Yamaki doubted that Michael would report anything helpful on the Threadfall, but at least he could depend on William's word. "Where is the test Digimon?" he asked an assistant. No sooner than he had asked, a large, red dinosaur strapped in cables appeared behind the glass. "Right. Run the program now."

Another assistant turned a few knobs on the machine and the cables snapped loose. The bewildered creature immediately started looking for a way out, but its attempts were useless. There was no way out. Michael folded his arms in impatience while William bit his lip. Suddenly, something appeared to be hailing on the creature, and they looked like tiny, silver crystal points. William snapped up and gripped the railing, while Michael's eyes widened in amazement. The creature roared in pain as it batted at the points, trying to get away. But no matter where it went, they just followed. The beast suddenly collapsed on the floor after a few minutes, shuddered, and deleted in a swirl of red data. Yamaki never flinched.

"Dear God…"

"That…that thing…it just…"

"Yes?" Yamaki was extremely pleased at the sight of them at a loss for words. "And your point?"

"Yamaki," started Michael, "I hate to say it, but I think you got a real life-saver here."

"Brilliant," stuttered William. "I can't…believe it…"

"This is a new record for you, Yamaki. The government just might be able to use this."

"Uh, sir?" Tally managed to get in unnoticed. "We found something, and we, uh, we think it might've been linked to the crime."

"Where is it?!"

"It's back in the control room. Y'know, by the main computer."

* * *

"Hey, Anne, guess what?" Jonathan lowered a newspaper that he was reading. They were waiting for the computer to reboot.

"I can't possibly guess what, Jonathan."

"They found the body of a girl who got lost about ten years ago…" He buried himself in the newspaper again. "They say they found her in the Chunnel. What they're wondering is how they never noticed it before…"

"How did she die?"

"They don't know. All they know is that she disappeared about a decade ago."

"Are you SURE you're not reading a tabloid?"

"Hell no. She had just been in a coma for a few weeks, because she had double pneumonia, and then she woke up and ran out of the house. It was awfully weird, since she'd just come out of a coma, I mean, come ON…" He trailed off, sensing that Anne wasn't impressed, and read more from the article.

"How old was she?"

"About…14, maybe 15. What I don't get is how she could've recovered within fifteen minutes of coming out of a coma…"

"I guess that is strange." Then Jonathan's mother called up the stairs, saying that Anne's mom wanted her to come home. And she wanted Anne to stop by the grocer and pick up a few things on her way back. "Uh, see you." Then Kamemon turned into a rucksack again and then a bike when Anne made her way out.

While she was at the grocer's, she noticed something odd. A tall woman who seemed about 25 years old, with black hair and blond highlights, wearing a trenchcoat and gloves, seemed interested in the bike—rather, Kamemon. Anne's heart stopped for a few seconds, then started again as she realized that Kamemon was perfectly disguised. Nobody else had noticed him, right? The woman ran a gloved hand down one of the handlebars, and paused. Then her eyes met Anne's and she walked away. Anne didn't feel good. Who was she? Why would anyone be that interested in a bike? She shrugged it off and walked out with her purchases. But there was something on the spot where the woman's hand had paused. She pulled it off and found that it was latched to the handlebar. Odd. It was just an empty, plastic capsule. Where was the harm in that?