DISCLAIMER: I own DemiKyomon and all his evos. 'Tis all…

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Yamaki was shocked. One of the recordings from the device was a full dictation of the conference that was held on the 26th of September. Absolutely everything. That must've explained how the thief was able to locate the virus within a minute. But how could they…? "Don't even think about contacting the Alliance about this," he warned harshly to the assistant. "It'll be the end of us if they find out."

"But, sir," pled the assistant, "How could that be?"

"That American. He has a certain amount of influence on others, and if he is led to believe that this incident was our own fault, we will be no more."

"Oh…I see…"

"What about the other messages?"

"Several of them appear to be the thief conversing with another. Er, here." The assistant handed Yamaki a paper of the so-called conversations, which included instructions to get to the building. But they also included the thief's next destination…

"Contact William Parry immediately. Tell him to keep an eye out for any suspicious activity going on in London."

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Anne could hardly believe it. Kamemon was gone. Forever. He was just GONE, just like THAT. She knew she should've listened, she shouldn't have dared to fight an Ultimate, it was all her fault. She didn't want to think about the horrible things that that woman was doing to him. Were they going to dissect him? Test him? Or maybe just destroy him for no reason? The latter, somehow, seemed to make more sense than the former. He had said so himself, somebody wanted to destroy him. Nobody could explain it. Did Kamemon have some sort of hidden power that let him see the future? Even if he did, it wouldn't matter now, since he was gone.

Things looked bleak as she trudged up the stairs to her room, when she noticed a small, bluish-gray blob floating in the corner. As soon as she entered, it floated over to her. "AAAH!" she yelled, and backed up against the wall. "What do you want?!"

"To be friends!" it said, playfully bobbing up and down.

Now that she was calmed down a little, she asked, "You're a Digimon, aren't you?"

"Yep! Not just any Digimon, but you and I are PARTNERS!" He said the last thing like it was pure ecstasy.

"No, wait, you got it all wrong. I already HAVE a partner."

"Where is he?"

"Uhhh…" She shuddered. "Never mind! I tell you, I already have a partner! Go away!"

"Pleeeeeeeeeease? I'll be your best friend forever and ever!"

She couldn't stand it anymore. "FINE! Just until…" She almost said, "until Kamemon comes back," but resisted the urge. "What's your name?"

"DemiKyomon."

"Ah, okay." She pulled out her D-Power and took a quick scan of the Digimon. Or tried to. Nothing came up.

The Digimon bobbed up and down some more. "I'm hungry."

"That's what I was afraid of…"

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"Maybe I shouldn't have been so harsh to the child," she wondered aloud, the small force field with the unconscious Nisamon inside following right behind her. She had easily passed into the Digital World. "It wasn't in the job description, and the Paildramon wasn't really an In-Training." The process she had described was, of course, impossible unless you were a Digi-God. She felt almost sorry for the child…

"Stop that right now," hissed the voice of the Master in her mind. "There is no need to feel sorry for these filthy humans."

"Right," she stated mentally. "It won't happen again."

"It had better not. Now, are the viruses ready?"

"Yes."

"Potency at maximum?"

"The deadliest of the deadly."

"Good. You are very promising, unlike those other humans."

"I am not human."

"And how correct you are, my digital beauty."

Ah, yes, she often took pride in the fact that, while she took on the form of a human, she was anything but. She looked back at the weak dragon Digimon trapped in the psychic stronghold. Only the strong would survive, and he was one of the soon-to-be dead.

She reached the giant castle that housed the Master in a small matter of time. Now, the ultimate test of survival would begin for the pitiful lizard.

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"What?!" Jonathan was thoroughly and completely surprised when he learned that Anne had received a "replacement" Digimon. "But what about Kamemon?"

"My guess is that he's good as gone," she said, watching the small blue blob known as DemiKyomon dart around the room. "Maybe this is what normally happens when you lose your Digimon, y'know?"

"I guess so…" Penmon, on the other hand, wasn't too surprised about this and was more concerned about his Baby Crash attack that he'd been only too kind to demonstrate.

"And what's a Wyrm?" DemiKyomon also admitted that he knew he was a Baby Wyrm Digimon.

"I think it's some sort of dragon that doesn't have any arms, legs, or wings. Just a body."

"You mean sort of like a snake?"

"Yeah, sort of." But then Jonathan's D-Power started beeping again. "What the frig?! They're everywhere!"

"I noticed that too," said Anne, looking at her D-Power. "It's not too far away. We can stand it."

"Yeah, but I don't know how long Penmon will be able to last. And hell knows that DemiKyomon is able to battle it."

It turned out to be a SnowAgumon. Nothing much. "See?" said Anne, and hung back, holding DemiKyomon. They didn't trust the In-Training Digimon enough to leave it alone for any long period of time.

"Oh, fine," said an exasperated Jonathan. "Come on, Penmon, let's give it a shot."

"Right!" said the enthusiastic Penmon. He prepared to attack, but SnowAgumon got there first.

"Icy Wind!"

"Endless Slap!"

SnowAgumon dodged the attack with ease. "Icy Wind!"

"Ow! Endless Sla—"

"ICY WIND!" That seemed to be all the SnowAgumon could do. It struck hard and fast, sending Penmon flying back to the wall.

"What the heck is going on?!" exclaimed Jonathan, fishing around in his pockets. "How can he be so powerful? And…oh, frig."

"What?"

"I think I left my cards back at the house…"

"Oh…no." Anne suddenly remembered she didn't have hers, either. But DemiKyomon was struggling. "What do you think you're doing? You can't fight!"

"Watch me!" DemiKyomon said this with an air of rebellion about him and broke free of Anne's grasp. "Ha ha! Baby Crash!" Then it flew right into the SnowAgumon.

"Oof! You little brat! Icy Wind—!"

"Baby Crash!"

Surprisingly, the Baby Crash attack seemed to be having some sort of effect on the creature. But SnowAgumon was no loafer. "ICY WIND!" This time, it sent DemiKyomon reeling backwards. "You little bugger—what?"

"DemiKyomon, Digivolve tooooo…Kyomon!"

The tiny blue-gray Digimon suddenly Digivolved. Kyomon, it seemed, was about the same size as Kamemon. It looked like what Jonathan had described as a Wyrm (with no arms or legs), only it had red and black feathered wings. It was still the same color blue, had a rounded blade running back along his head, and, surprisingly, had cat-like ears that pointed forward—exactly like Kamemon's. Anne tried to scan it, but the D-Power didn't have any data on it. Odd… Then, he curled up like Kyubimon would during a Dragon Wheel attack and called out, "Mayday!" Then he smacked into SnowAgumon, while his tail whipped out and delivered an extra blow to his head. The white Agumon looked positively dazed, when Kyomon rose up into the air and yelled, "Dragon Breeze!" Then his wings glowed white and tiny quill-like things shot out from them, pounding the SnowAgumon. The creature suddenly shuddered and deleted, Kyomon absorbing its data. "Well? How was that?"

Nobody answered. They were at a loss for words.

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Where am I?

That was the first thought that went across Nisamon's mind as he slowly came out of unconsciousness. His first impression was some sort of lab. Then he felt a great pressure in his upper legs and stomach. He wasn't on the ground or anything—he was right in the middle of the room and appeared to be suspended by something, in the air. Weird. Then he saw someone on the ground, appearing to be observing him. It was a female. Not only a female, but the one who he recognized as the one who'd trapped him in that stuffy force field. He growled on impulse and snapped, "What do you want with me?!"

"Nothing much," replied the woman casually. She obviously wasn't afraid. "Why do you wish to know?"

"Get me out of here," he growled. "I'll kill you. Let me out, and I'll do anything you want."

"Relax, I'll let you out of that thing in a minute."

"What's the catch?"

"Oh, nothing much."

Suddenly, the ground beneath him disappeared to reveal some sort of black liquid. He knew that something about it was very deadly, but he couldn't explain how. "What…?"

"Hush, little dragonling, I said I'd let you out. Oh, you mean that? It's just fluid data. Maybe you can get through it. Maybe."

"Let me out of here. Now!"

"Hush…"

Oh, bloody hell, Petit Dragon Blast!" Blue flames suddenly engulfed the woman—but to no effect.

"Now, come on, be patient. You're not going to get what you want by force."

Then realization began to sink in that he was going to die. "You will never get away with this—you hear me?!"

"I hear you, all right…" Then something flickered in her eyes as the pressure was suddenly released from Nisamon's body. He seemed to hang there for a few seconds, then plunged into the liquid data. His entire body screamed out in pain as he could feel his data slowly loosening and floating apart; it felt like fire was ripping his soul out. Then everything went black.

Exit Nisamon.