Chapter 1:

A fragile peace

Digital World, 2022.

The digital sun was at its peak in the sky, its warm, golden rays reflected off the many steel and glass, monolithic skyscrapers in a shimmering glow. Fracture, the capital city of the Metal Empire, is one of the largest and most technologically developped city in the world. It is truly the very heart of the empire. It was the starting point of the wealthy and advanced empire, back when it was only a mere city state in a vast valley of rich natural ressources. Its economy is as strong as its military. The infamous D-Brigade, the backbone of the empire, is one of the most disciplined, trained and deadly military force the world as known. Producing the finest soldiers and officers, the D-Brigade is famous for being ruthless, adaptive and efficient; always winning every combat engagements it faced no matter the odds. That is why the Metal Empire, an autocratic and militaristic regime, is one of the most powerful and influential state of the Digital World. Even the Royal Knights, their political and military rivals, feared the Metal Empire, seeing them as a general threat to the world due to its military and economic expansions. Ruled by the intimidating and cold Chaosdramon, the regime is both admired and despised by other states, notably by the Council of Network Security which he saw as a weak and useless organisation. Imposing regulations and controls to the regime is a difficult and almost impossible task. It was easier to leave the Metal Empire alone than risking a provocation and later declare a war. Progress was made along the years but every digimon knew that there was nothing that could stop the regime from expanding its territories and conquer a large part of the continent.

That being said, in 2017 (human calendar for simplification), when the humans stepped foot in the Digital World, the empire saw a slow decrease of its power. First, there was the D-Brigade's humiliating defeat on January 2018 at its Southern border, where Japanese and American forces defeated a whole division of four thousand troops in their own soil. That battle showed the world that the regime can be fought back but it also showed the empire a worthy opponent: the humans.

It was a defeat but it allowed them to improve their tactics and strategies so they can counter-attack the humans; that was the purpose of that battle anyway, study and observe the humans in combat. However, the Royal Knights intervened and forced a cease fire; that was the humiliation.

Since the fall of the Imperium, their only ally, the Metal Empire received severe punishments and restrictions, imposed by the CNS, the Royal Knights, the Sovereigns and much more. Even the United Nations imposed its regulations and restrictions, infuriating Chaosdramon. And so the regime began to isolate itself on the market and from the outside world for a brief period, regaining its strenght, improving and developping new technologies as well as new tactics, weapons and equipment. This sudden and rapid arsenal expansion caught the eyes of the CNS and of the Royal Knights, whom now kept a close watch on the empire, afraid to stir the slumbering beast.

Unfortunately, that beast awoke and they weren't responsible for it.

August 2022, South-Western Region, Silver Trade Incorporation owned mine.

Blood splattered all over the dark wood floor boards, leaking profusely out of Ankylomon's slit throat. The other miners and workers flinched and looked away, trembling in fear as another one of their own was executed before them by the masked murderers. Makuramon, the chief executive of the mine, gulped loudly when the leader of the masked digimon walked back in front of him. The aggressor yanked the monkey's blood stained scarf closer to them.

"This is what happens when you refuse to cooperate with us!" The menacing digimon growled. "Now tell us the password to the safe!" They yelled at him, "We still have thirty more employees to kill to make you talk and we still have time to torture you!"

Makuramon cried pathetically and finally gave in, much to Andromon's protest. "Zero, Four, One, Nine! Please leave us alone!" He pleaded in tears.

His aggressor shoved him back on the floor and nodded at their associates. Two of them began to regroup the bound miners farther back in the mine while three of them began setting explosive charges around the mine.

Andromon, the company's last security officer, growled in frustration and glared at Makuramon. "You fucking idiot! Look at you've done! They're going to kill us all!" The other miners sobbed and prayed for the deities in panic, hoping for a slimer of salvation.

"You better shut that cog mouth of yours," The masked leader warned angrily.

They stepped up to the cyborg digimon and violently kicked his head to the ground, stomping on the wound on his chest. Andromon screamed in pain but he stared back at the digimon with disdain and defiance.

"You'll pay with your life for this!"

"Too bad you won't see it happen," The digimon replied coldly before they crushed Andromon's neck, cutting his windpines and flesh to mush.

They then gazed at the other frightened miners. Their icy purple eyes sent fear and dread in the miners, as if seeing a demon before them. The masked digimon smiled darkly. Walking back toward Makuramon, they lifted him up by the collar. They turned the trembling monkey around, facing his miners. He flinched when he felt the digimon's face inching behind his head, feeling their warm breath down his neck.

"Now, now... this nightmare is almost over, I promise..." They said with a menacing grin, "You believe me, right?" Makuramon shakingly nodded, driven by fear, "But it looks like your employees don't... how about you reassure them, hm? Go on, tell them that everything is going to be alright for them,"

His mouth quivered, unable to form up words in his mind. He wanted to cry, to pray to Yygdrasil for salvation and mercy. He stuttered but no words came out, just incoherent babbling. He felt the digimon's paw on his shoulder. Slowly, their claws dug in his skin. He winced and forced his mouth to work.

"E-e-everything is g-going to be f-fine... w-we'll be f-free after t-this..." He stated shakingly, feeling his blood drained out and sweat pouring down his face.

His statement did little to calm the miners. The other masked thugs chuckled at the miserable sight that was him. Makuramon jumped when the digimon's grip on his shoulders tightened. They scoffed and shook their head.

"Well, at least you tried... For that, I thank you for your cooperation, Makuramon. I hope you didn't have any regrets..."

"Wha-"

Makuramon's craking voice was drowned by the loud gunshot of a pistol. The miners whimpered in their corner, too afraid and shaken to scream in horror as the monkey's body fell forward, blood leaking out the back of the head.

"Let's wrap this up quickly, gents,"

Without a word they left the mine, leaving behind the terrified miners. The charges in the tunnel detonated and destroyed the support beams. The mine collapsed on itself, instantly killing the three dozen miners trapped in there.

"Did you get the documents?" The leader asked at a subordinate.

"Yes, sir!" They replied dutifully.

"Burn the rest to the ground." He ordered coldly. "And make sure to set traps around the perimeter, I want to cause as much damage as possible,"

His subordinates nodded in response and carried out his orders, destroying the mining facility to rubbles and ashes.

DSF Tactical Espionage, Assault and Reconnaissance HQ.

News of another terrorist attack on Metal Empire soil broadcasted on every television and radio in the building. Though the horrific attack was condemned by many, the Metal Empire's response to this incident unnerved the Council of Network Security. Chaosdramon formally decided to send troops to the South-Western border, to strenghten security and migration controls. He declared that all digimon will go through extensive inspection before entering its borders. The empire will only accept state representatives, diplomats, ambassadors and governmental envoys; any other digimon will be kicked out of the checkpoints until further notice.

This radical shift in foreign policy sparked a debate among the CNS. Chaosdramon has mobilized over eight thousand troops to the concerned border, which was more than enough to assure security.

The neighbouring state of the Sword Zone got worried and began amassing troops to the shared border, eventually creating a militarized zone and a very tense air. Since then, fearing an escalation, the CNS refused the Royal Knights' intervention to the matter and called upon the Digital World Security Force (its military force). The Tactical Espionage, Assault and Reconnaissance, a special forces unit of the DSF, was charged with investigating the attacks while maintaining an eye on the South-Western border, now dubbed the "Red Line".

Colonel Kaisergreymon, the current force commander of the tier one unit, sat down behind his desk, a cup of coffee in one hand, a document in the other. His office was bland, standard. A bosai tree was the only piece of decoration on his desk. A couple of pictures and medals of his service in the Republic of Node and later in the DSF were displayed to his right, just next to the file cabinets.

He sighed tiredly and placed the document down, taking the time to sip on his coffee. He opened the document and read it quickly. The document had basic information on a TEAR operative: their field experience, achievements, skills and personality. To him, he seemed to be an adequate candidate for the upcoming operation. It requires stealth, adaptability, discretion and speed, which they both had.

Light knocks interrupted his silence.

"Enter," His deep voice answered flatly.

Two digimon came in, the messenger Rapidmon and the operative: Lieutenant Gaioumon, an exceptional soldier and very skilled agent. With over fifty missions under his belt, ranging from deep reconnaissance, hostage rescues, raids to frontline combat, he became one of the most awarded operative in the force.

The two digimon stood straightly and formally saluted the senior officer, gazing over him stoically. He got up and saluted back in a more relaxed manner.

"Corporal, dismiss," Rapidmon nodded and left the room discreetly. Kaisergreymon leveled his gaze back at the operative, "At ease," Gaioumon relaxed, his hands entwined behind his back.

"How was your leave, Gaioumon?" The senior officer asked casually, taking a moment to drink his cup of coffee.

"Boring, sir," The black samurai replied flatly, making Kaisergreymon sigh in disappointment.

"Really? You didn't even bother to go sight-seeing, go out for once, see your family or meet new friends?" Gaioumon simply shrugged nonchalantly, "By the Heavens, you're acting like a machine!" He groaned in irritation, "Don't you have any hobbies or passions in your life?"

"Sir, I don't understand your point," Gaioumon asked with a raised eyebrow, "Did you call me to discuss about my personal life or did you call me for a mission brief?"

"I was kinda hoping both but since you're getting impatient I guess we'll just get to the point..."

"Thank you, sir,"

"Shut up..." Kaisergreymon muttered bitterly. "I have a special mission for you. It requires discretion, reconnaissance and high perception. This isn't going to be your standard op; there will be alot of paperwork and observations and hopefully no action. Do you think you're up for it?" He asked him.

"I'm ready for anything, sir," Gaioumon answered confidently, which made the colonel smile in satisfaction.

"Very well," The officer opened a drawer from his desk and pulled out a passport and an ID card, handing them to the operative, "I'm sending you to the "Red Line" for three weeks. I need eyes and ears over that border and make sure that nothing goes out of hand," He informed him. "The D-Brigade knows of your visit so they will act smart. I want it to stay as that. You'll also have a pass into the Metal Empire as a peace inspector, which means you can and will investigate the crime scene of the recent attack with the ME Police,"

"You want me to write a report on the attack?" Gaioumon asked curiously.

"Not just that, I want reports on everything that is happening over there. The CNS has made it clear that it does not want a war. Sadly, the Royal Knights will be there also, meeting with the ambassadors of the Metal Empire, the Sword Zone and ours at the embassy," Kaisergreymon explained, "You will also attend that meeting,"

"What if everything goes south?" Gaioumon asked nonchalantly.

"You'll have a QRF stationed a few klicks away from the complex," The black dragon warrior nodded in satisfaction. "Don't do anything stupid and do not interfere with the Royal Knights. You do your job, they do theirs and the world won't blow up," Kaisergreymon advised him with a frown, "Hopefully..."

"And if they do?" Gaioumon enquired.

"If, for whatever reason, they do interfere with the mission, then you'll have to act accordingly and reasonably. We do not know why they're over there or what they're up to. They are not supposed to be there in the first place. Any other question?"

"When do I leave, sir?" The operative asked.

"Tomorrow at 0700 hours. Pack your bags and good luck,"

Gaioumon sharply saluted him and spun around, heading for the door.

"Oh and one more thing!" Kaisergreymon called out rapidly, "You'll have another operative assisting you for this mission. He's a newbie but the kid's smart and has some guts. Sergeant First Class SaviorHackmon, he'll be waiting for you at Camp Tolkien tomorrow,"

Gaioumon looked back at his superior officer, "Why do I need a partner? I can handle myself pretty well,"

"True but not enough for this crucial mission. Remember, the stability of the DigiWorld is in your hands now, so I don't want any fuck ups," Kaisergreymon informed.

"There won't be if I worked alone," Gaioumon countered.

"Trust me, you're going to need a buddy out there and that is my final word on the matter. Like it or not, you will work with him, period," He gazed at the operative sternly.

The black dragon simply stared back, his facial features expressionless, "Aye, aye, sir," He responded and left the office.

Kaisergreymon sighed and ungracefully sat down on his seat, closing his eyes while his hands rubbed the sides of his head, "Oh, he can be such a prick sometimes..." He moaned in frustration.

Castle Albion, Eniac continent.

The conference room's lights shut off, only the screen provided a dim source of illumination for the Royal Knights as the mission briefing began. Stepping up front, facing the audience, was Karatenmon, current captain of the Stealth Force. Hanging at the back were Alphamon and Omegamon, present to answer any question after the presentation was over.

"After four months of searching and reconnaissance, we've obtained several critical informations on the situation in the Metal Empire. The terrorist organization known as "Shadow Brigade" is planning another attack in the coming week or so. One of my undercover agents managed to copy and leak this map..."

On the screen, multiple blueprints of military hardwares flashed in front of the knights before it displayed the map of the Metal Empire. Three red circles then appeared in specific coordinations, revealing their position.

"Those are the targets that the terrorists will attack; either at the same time or one at a time, the course of action is still unclear. However we do note that their recent attack on the mining company gave us a crucial clue: they are targeting the ME's nuclear program. We believe that, once we gathered all our evidence, the launch codes of the nuclear arsenal is their key target,"

"That is why we must intervene and stop them before they get their hands on the launch codes," Omegamon began with a serious tone, "The CNS doesn't want us over the "Red Line" but we need to act fast if we want to avoid another war. Karatenmon's agents were able to identify the leader of the organization and their base of operations..."

On cue, Karatenmon changed the slide to an aerial drone image of a digimon, "Their leader, identified as WereGarurumon X, is a carrier of the X-Antibody, a mutation virus that drastically alters a digimon, physically changing them and increasing their overall strenght, reflexes and power," Omegamon explained the knights calmly.

"So what are we waiting for? We have the location of their base, why not strike them hard and fast and be done with it?" An impatient and eager Dynasmon asked.

"Because their base is located in the Iron Forest, in the Metal Empire," Karatenmon answered as the projector displayed the map of a remote and forested area, "Going in there would probably cause the ME to declare war on us,"

"We must also discuss our diplomatic matter," Alphamon stepped up, gathering everyone's full attention, "As you may recall, a week ago, we managed to get the ME and the Sword Zone to the negociation table. Duftmon, Dukemon and I will act as mediators, we will discuss about reducing their military presence as well as following the CNS's requests, which includes the reduction of the ME's military fundings and armaments, reducing their nuclear arsenal and the inclusion of a free-trade space. In a nutshell, boring stuff that the rest of you won't participate," Dynasmon and Ulforceveedramon let out a sigh of relief in response.

"We will meet them at the embassy in Steelheim in two days. The Stealth Force will continue with the mission. I'm designating Examon and Rhodoknightmon as platoon leaders for our QRF, based in Sword Zone territory. If anything goes bad, or you suspect something in the border, either contact me or Karatenmon. You will act on your own if it is absolutely necessary," Alphamon instructed with authority in his voice, "We need to act accordingly and cautiously. We're already having problems with Chaosdramon and now the CNS, so one wrong move could lead to another global war,"

Craniamon raised his hand to catch Alphamon's attention. The leader of the Royal Knights nodded at him, "If I get this straight, we have identified their leader, found their base and probably know the target of their new attack but we aren't going to intervene directly?" The black knight simply shook his head in response.

"Can't we share the intel with the Metal Empire, perhaps? This could ease the tension between us and de-escalate the situation at the 'Red Line'," Sleipmon suggested. The other knights agreed with him.

"We may have enough proof for the Metal Empire to strike first but the question remains: why? Why are they attacking this specific state?" Omegamon countered reasonably.

"Who cares?" Dynasmon said with a shrug, "They're terrorists. Shouldn't we, Royal Knights, stop them before they act?"

"I understand your feeling," The white knight replied calmly, "But the Stealth Force have discovered something interesting involving Chaosdramon and the terrorist group," He turned to the captain and nodded sharply.

Karatenmon changed the slide, displaying the blueprint layout of a large complex, probably a factory or a research centre.

"This is RD Site Omega-58. Shadow Brigade has kept a close watch on this research and development facility for months since their appearance. At first glance this looks like a military research centre, developing new weapons and equipment for the D-Brigade, but there's more to it," Karatenmon explained, "A whistleblower from this complex leaked sensible intel to the terrorist group before they "disappeared" days later. We managed to intercept the message and found out the true purpose of this facility... This is a cloning facility,"

"What?" Magnamon gasped in surprise.

"Chaosdramon is planning to expand his armed forces. We believe that there is a conspiracy going on, it is possible that all of this is staged or part of it. It is highly probable that Chaosdramon is looking for an excuse to declare war and invade another sovereignty," Karatenmon informed them bluntly.

"We could've sent this intel to the CNS but chances are they'll intervene with a military force that could quickly escalate to conflict," Alphamon explained, "We need a smaller force and discretion if we want to avoid that. So far, we are the only ones who've obtained this sort of info, no one else other than the terrorist group and the Metal Empire itself,"

"So what do we do with the humans then?" Dukemon asked curiously.

"We will keep them in the dark in the meantime. They'll arrive in the DigiWorld in seven days and will send a peace keeping force to the 'Red Line'. Metallife Kuwagamon has updated the current situation to the humans so they'll know what to expect and how to act. Are there any questions?" Silence was his only response, "In that case, everything that is said in this meeting stays between us, we can not risk sharing this crucial intel to any of our allies, is that clear?"

Everyone gave him a reluctant or wary nod, uncertain and uncomfortable with the level of discretion Alphamon was demanding. "You may dismiss," He stated calmly, prompting everyone to rise up and head out of the conference room.

Omegamon stood beside the black knight with his hands behind his back, quietly watching his fellow comrades leave the meeting while Karatenmon was extracting the files from the laptop on the desk to his USB drive. The silent captain then turned to the two remaining knights and formally saluted them before he exited the conference room.

Alphamon finally let go a weary breath, one that he didn't know until now he held onto. His white counterpart gazed at him with questioning eyes.

"Is there something bothering you, Alphamon?" He asked calmly and kindly.

A tired smile appeared behind his helmet as he stared back at his second-in-command and old friend, "Normally I would lie to you and say that everything's all fine and golly... but I'm too tired to do that..." He admitted sheepishly.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want you," Omegamon stated, "I'm just offering you an option to-" Alphamon cut him off by raising a hand.

"I know, I know, Omegamon... I can count on you for having my back and I thank you for that. It's just... Everything seems to be crumbling down once again. We just got over a decade long war and now another is on the verge to spark. I feel like... we're left on our own. All the progress we've made, our achievements, our accomplishments... everything we have sweat, bled and sacrificed for peace and justice in this world... all of that is thrown out the window like it didn't matter. We have taken one step forward but immediately took three steps back..." He stared into Omegamon's eyes, "Do you get what I mean?"

Omegamon silently stared back at him for a moment, then looked at his feet, trying to come up with a reasonable or comforting reply... but none came up. Instead, his mind is filled with doubt and apprehension. He gazed back at the black knight, using honesty as his reply.

"I'm afraid not... The world simply evolves, Alphamon, we can't completely control it or its future... But no matter what happens, I'm sure we will prevail with your guidance," He said with optimism.

"Tsk... you can cut with that bull crap, "Alphamon said bitterly, "The last part I meant," He clarified sheepishly, surprised by his sudden rudeness towards his friend.

Omegamon chuckled and gazed back at the other knight, "But I'm positive. Remember, Alphamon, you have a lot of allies around you, including us. You may be our leader but you're still our equal and a simple digimon,"

"I know..." Alphamon sighed, "I'm just mentally exhausted with everything that is going on... plus the amount of paperwork I must complete is just ridiculous. I swear the pile just keeps getting taller after I look away for one second!"

Omegamon laughed at his friend's rant, causing the other to chuckle aswell, "Perhaps I could recommend you a meditating session to ease your nerve, I personally know an excellent teacher," He proposed with a smile.

"Heh... maybe after the meeting in the embassy I might try it out..." Alphamon replied as they headed for the exit, "You'll be there, right?"

"If you want to," Omegamon replied.

"Then it's a date," He said jokingly.

"I don't think Venusmon would be too thrilled to know that you're cheating on her with me," Omegamon retorted with a sly grin.

"Shut up!" Alphamon replied frantically while blushing furiously, still embarrassed and shy to be in a relationship with the Digimon goddess of Love.

Camp "Tolkien", The 'Red Line', Sword Zone border.

The military base, previously built by humans, was quite large for an outpost. The camp was surrounded with three Hesco barriers tall high walls, barbed wire fences, concrete covers and guard towers. The camp sat on top of a hill, having a wide and clear sight of the Sword Zone/Metal Empire border.

The camp featured dozens of living quarters, a command and communications centre, a dining facility, a field hospital, two helipads, an armoury and munitions depot, a vehicle repair and maintenance pool and a large energy supply and storage facility. Gaioumon could tell that this was the main base of operations for the Sword Zone Armed Forces in the region.

Upon his arrival, the camp was bustling with activity as the soldiers performed their daily tasks. He lifted his deployment bag over his shoulder and marched down the helipad. At the bottom of the helipad, a SaviorHackmon waited patiently. A broad smile greeted the seasoned operative.

"Sergeant SaviorHackmon, reporting for duty, sir!" He saluted sharply, his chest puffing out and chin raised up.

Gaioumon saluted back curtly, "At ease, Sergeant,"

SaviorHackmon's posture relaxed and quietly followed beside the officer. Although young, the digimon does have an air of maturity and discipline. Gaioumon noted that his eyes showed a digimon with a dozen combat experiences under his belt, determined to accomplish a mission with dignity and duty. That was all he could deduce at first glance and from what he had read in the files. In another note, he also noticed that the digimon had a pair of black goggles or glasses, sleek and high-tech in design.

An obedient and determined soldier, one that would never question an order. The type of operative he disliked the most. The Ultimate-level digimon shot a curious glance at the senior digimon.

"Permission to speak, lieutenant?" He asked politely.

Gaioumon halted in his tracks and gazed at the sub-officer with mild annoyance, "Sergeant, you're a TEAR operative, not some grunt. When we're not on the field, you can speak freely and frankly with me. I may be out ranking you, but you're still an equal to me. Do you understand?" He explained bluntly.

"Affirmative... I just wanted to say that I'm honoured to be working with you, lieutenant," SaviorHackmon replied plainly.

"Right..." He scoffed in annoyance, "And call me by my name, you can drop the formalities," He turned around and resumed his trek toward their barrack, SaviorHackmon following right behind him.

"As you wish, lieu- Gaioumon,"

The white armoured digimon opened the door to their living quarter. Gaioumon went in first, taking a few steps ahead of him and observing the place. It was quite spacious for an outpost barrack, but he guessed that this was the luxury for being just next to HQ. The barrack had a small living room with a study area to the left. To the right were two doors, each a personal bedroom.

"Your room is the one on the left," SaviorHackmon informed him by pointing at the mentionned door, "It is big enough to sleep and to have some commodity. Quite cozy too," He added as a matter-of-fact.

Gaioumon nodded in silence and headed straight to his bedroom. He opened the door and inspected his room. His bed was a wooden cot with a thin mattress with a khaki sleeping bag on top of it. Next to his cot was a small nightstand and under it was a metallic footlocker. He rose an eyebrow and turned to SaviorHackmon, who stood a few meters behind him; hands behind his back with an innocent look on his face.

"This is cozy to you?" He asked informally, surprising the sub-officer for a moment.

"Well, it is better than mud or dirt," He answered sincerely, "Is there something wrong?"

"No, I'm fine with this. But I think you should update your definition of 'cozy'," Gaioumon said bitterly as he dropped his deployment bag on the cot, "Want to grab dinner before we start working?" He asked plainly.

The white dragon man hesitated for a moment before he nodded quietly.

"Then lead the way,"

Silver Trade Incorporation owned mine, "Green Line", Metal Empire territory.

Everything has been burnt to the ground. Charcoal building carcasses were scattered in piles across the ashen ground. The mining site itself was completely blocked off, its main and only entrance collapsed. Dozens of ME military police troopers patrolled the site while police officers carried out their own search, digging through the numerous crime scenes.

Gaioumon and SaviorHackmon observed them from the checkpoint, taking a couple of notes while a MP guard inspected their identity badges.

"You're cleared to go," The Guadromon announced, "Just be very careful out there. Terrorists have planted multiple IEDs throughout the site," He warned them bluntly.

Gaioumon nodded and proceeded out of the checkpoint and onto the crime scene. A HiAndromon spotted them and walked towards them. The android digimon had a navy blue chestplate armour with "MP" and his rank insignia inscribed in white above his digicore.

"May I help you?" The police officer asked formally. Both TEAR operatives showed their identity badges. The digimon seemed displease but didn't express it, "Be careful where you step your foot, gents," He replied, letting them continue with their inspection.

SaviorHackmon stayed close beside Gaioumon, eyeing the HiAndromon suspeciously, "I have a bad vibe with this one," He whispered.

"Same. This whole site is highly secured for a crime scene," Gaioumon commented.

"Maybe it's because of the IEDs," SaviorHackmon guessed, observing a group of investigators as they dug in a pile of rubble.

"There are no bomb disposal squads in the area. Just a couple of soldiers with metal detectors but that isn't enough," The black dragon informed with certainty, taking notes of the behaviour of the soldiers.

"Should we split up?" His partner asked.

"I'll handle the invesgation, you take note of any suspecious activity and behaviour. Clear?" He instructed firmly.

"Five by five, lieutenant," SaviorHackmon replied before they parted ways.

Gaioumon walked toward a group of investigators, discussing among themselves. "Excuse me? Do you all have a minute?" All four police officers turned their attention at him, eyes curious upon seeing a civilian in the crime scene, "CNS peace inspector, I'm here to make a report on the current situation here," He informed them while showing his badge.

"Uh... okay," One of the officers, a Revolmon, replied nervously.

"What is the current and official casualty of this attack?"

"So far, we're 92% certain that 56 digimon were killed, either by the fire, the terrorists or the explosions," Another answered, a Nanomon, "We've been digging the mining site in search for survivors but nothing came for now,"

"Have you deduced or theorised the reason behind this attack?"

"It could be a raid for ressources for we know that several bit deposits have been stolen, about 400 000 bits. Or it could be an attack to hurt our economy," A third officer, a Metal Etemon, answered with a grunt, "We're on our own for this because the terrorists haven't left any message or evidence behind,"

"Indeed, they were methodical and smart; they must've planned this raid weeks ahead," A Lighdramon proposed.

"Have there been any suspects arrested or any leads?" Gaioumon enquired. For some reason, the investigators glanced at each other in silence.

"No...not yet as we speak," Answered Lighdramon, "We're currently searching any leads in this site and at the nearby villages, see if we can find any underground networks," He explained.

"Do you have a rough estimate when the raid started and how long it lasted?"

"Well... the local police station has been called to the site at 0200 hours. We arrived much later at 0700 hours after the site had been secured. From our search, we could determine that the raid happened at 0030 hours. The terrorists took the time to gather up the hostages, search thoroughly the buildings and set up the IEDs," Nanomon informed him.

"And has the site been cleared of IEDs?"

"Affirmative, that is why we can freely search and patrol the mining site," Revolmon said confidently.

A loud explosion erupted dozens of meters away from them. Everyone near the blast site dove for the ground and covered their heads as debris plummeted. A thick cloud of smoke and dirt rose to the air while the screams of the wounded echoed. Multiple soldiers quickly ran toward the blast site, medics sprinted to the gravely wounded with stretchers in hands.

Gaioumon and the four investigators rose up, the former glared at Revolmon. "I'll need an updated report on the current casualties... and call in a bomb squad before anyone else blows up a leg," He instructed them firmly.

All four investigators nodded obediently and called in the bomb squad. The black dragon walked away, filling in the last notes while searching for his partner. The sharp sound of metal blades hitting the dirt caused him to turn around. SaviorHackmon slowed down his pace and halted in front of Gaioumon.

"Are you alright, lieutenant?" He asked concernly.

"Yes... these tin cans didn't even bother to have a bomb squad station here," He commented dryly, "How was your find?"

"...Interesting, to say the least, lieutenant,"

"Then you'll have to save it once we're out of here," Gaioumon cut in coldly, "HiAndromon has been eyeing us every since we got here,"

"Oh... you also noticed that," SaviorHackmon whispered, "So what's next in the agenda, lieutenant,"

"Write in our reports and tomorrow we'll head for Steelheilm to attend the peace summit and the evening dinner after that," Gaioumon informed the sergeant.

"A dinner? Sounds fancy," SaviorHackmon commented lightly.

"It is... but we are on a mission, so I expect you to stay professional and behave well. I'll give you more details about it once we're at the base,"

Eden Hotel, Steelheilm, Metal Empire.

Dukemon let out a surprised whistle as he took in the sight of the hotel's lobby while they waited for their respective room's keycard, "Wow, we're being treated like royals here," He commented with a broad smile, stunned by the sheer size of the hotel in addition to its pristine and fancy decorations. "Is this Council's doing?" He asked curiously to Alphamon.

"Nope... The CNS was generous enough to pay for our transport bills and tomorrow's event. The mayor is the one we should be thanking for," He explained plainly.

"Oh..." Dukemon sounded somewhat disappointed, "Too bad I'm on duty, though; this place could've been a great spot to spend a night or two," He said with a smile.

"Wait...Sakuyamon likes the luxurious lifestyle?" Alphamon asked with piqued interest and amusement.

"She may be modest, humble and prefers a cozy little cottage, but sometimes she enjoys the expensive gifts... I knew that the hard way," This caused the black knight to laugh while Duftmon rolled his eyes.

"If I need to remind you two, we're on a crucial diplomatic mission; now's not the time to talk about dates," He groaned bitterly.

"Of course, Duftmon, you're right," Alphamon agreed after suppressing his laugh, "But the summit only begins tomorrow at the embassy, not here. This is merely a temporary place for us to stay and relax and that is exactly what we're doing," He countered teasingly.

The tactician grunted in response but didn't add a remark. The receptionist arrived with three keycards. The Gatomon wore a lavender pillbox on top of her head, slightly tilted to her right, with a velvet scarf around her neck. Her cheerful smile shone as bright as her vibrant jade eyes. She handed the Royal Knights each their room's keycard.

"We hope you'll enjoy your royal suites, Sires!" She said cheerfully, "If you need anything, there's a phone right beside your beds and in the hallway," She informed them.

All three knights thanked the small feline digimon and headed straight for their respective rooms.

"Royal Suite, huh?" Dukemon mused, inspecting his keycard as they got in the elevator, "This can't get any better,"

"It won't," Duftmon said bluntly.

The white Hazard knight glanced at Alphamon. The other simply shrugged in response, not understanding Duftmon's unusually cold attitude... and that's saying something.

"Anyways... I propose that we drop off our stuff and discuss about tomorrow's meeting at a fine dinner table. Does that sound okay?" Alphamon asked.

"Yeah,"

"Hmm,"

Came the responses from his comrades. Alphamon nodded and picked up his luggage after the elevator reached their floor. "In that case, rendez-vous at the lobby in twenty minutes; get some rest while you still can... and that is an order," He turned to Duftmon expectantly.

Alphamon inserted the keycard into the door's slot. The machine beeped, a small green light flashed above the doorknob. The digimon pushed it down and entered the royal suite. As expected, the room was spacious; too big for one digimon in Alphamon's opinion. The suite featured a king sized bed, neatly made with velvet silk cover and fluffed pillows. It would be lying if the bed didn't seem inviting to sleep the day off. On both sides of the bed were nightstands, one had a telephone to call in room service. To his right was a door leading to the bathroom and a closet room. Next to that door, facing the bed, was a small dresser and a mini fridge and a wide, thin television hanging just above them.

The black knight sighed tiredly. The ride in the Locomon had been long and exhausting. He placed his luggage on the bed and searched through it to fetch a document, detailing the summit's schedule and discussion matters. With twenty minutes to spare, he decided to take a nice warm shower to freshen himself up.

As the warm cascade soothed his aching muscles and troubled mind, Alphamon closed his eyes, breathing in steady, calm rythm to ease his nerves. Diplomatic missions were more exhausting and frustrating than fighting in a battle. Politics are an entire different battlefield. It is much more unpredictable yet easy to pinpoint the adversary's intentions... if you had the right intel and words that is. You could turn their own intentions against them and probably find a solution that would benefit both parties. That was what he had hoped anyway, a peaceful solution.

Though knowing Chaosdramon's foreign policy, it will be a tough battle; a challenge he gladly accepted.

"Find a solution, get through the day, enjoy the evening dinner and be home the next day... crisis averted and everyone's happy..." He thought to himself ironically.

Unknown Location...

WereGarurumon X read over the report given to him by one of his subordinates. Everything was in its designated place. Each assets knew their role. Now's just a question of time. Tomorrow evening, ambassadors and representatives of the Metal Empire, Sword Zone, the CNS and the Royal Knights Order will be gathered in Steelheilm at the embassy. Multiple targets in one place. This also means that security will be tougher and tighter in the town, all ME forces in the region will be pulled over to protect the embassy. The other target locations will lose a portion of their defenses.

The operation will be quick, brutal and ruthless.

The mutated digimon grinned maliciously at the thought of the consequence once the operation begins. Chaosdramon will suffer a heavy blow in his empire and the world will soon start to tear itself apart once again.

The grand revolution is about to begin.

Author's Note: I'm back! So yeah, I've been absent for quite some time because I had to study and then pass my exam, which was a whole week of mental suffering and heat (It's so fricking hot right now in France! Weather, make up your mind!). I'm impatiently waiting for the results and hope I'll get my degree, if so, then next stop the army. I'll update more on that on my profile but fear not, with summer holiday on the way, I have the free time needed to continue with this story. Leave a review if you want, it will be appreciated and à la prochaine! :D

P.S: ALLEZ LES BLEUS!