Chapter 73: And Then It Occurred to June…

"Are you really going to check to see if they're really compatible?" Youngdramon asked.

"Of course I am, Youngdramon!" Tina answered. "What makes you think that I wouldn't?"

"I dunno...maybe the fact that you only gave them the surveys and nobody else?"

"Hmm…I guess I can see where you got that impression, then, but still...I'm looking. Let's see how Brock answered his survey…

Question one: What is the first thing you look for in a girl? Overall looks

Question two: Would you be willing to switch jobs with your wife? Yes

Question three: How often do you fall in love with a new girl? D: Once every few days

Question four: Where can you see yourself with your ideal mate? D: All of the above

Question five: When do you usually wake up in the morning? A: Five o'clock

"…Hold on a sec…! That's can't be right," Tina muttered.

"What?"

"Brock does not get up at 5:00 in the morning!"

"He does, too," Youngdramon answered. "That's about an hour before his shift starts at the orphanage, and he was used to doing that so he could cook for Ash and Misty."

"Wow…workaholic…

Question six: How afraid of commitment are you? A: Not at all

"…That's what you think, Brock-head…

Question seven: If your ideal mate died, would you remarry? Yes

Question eight: What is your political tendency? I'm not old enough to vote

Question nine: How old are you? E: I've lost all sense of time

Question ten: What would pry you off your ideal mate once you had her? Nothing

"…Well, you've got to admit some similarity in the answers, don't you?" Tina asked.

"Um...is that good?"

"They're both looking for love, that's for sure," Tina answered. "As for overall compatibility…you have to admit that June isn't that bad along the line of looks, and Brock is no liar…They're in compatible age areas…"

"What about Brock's philandering tendency?"

"Good question…the only way around that would have to be to make June more attractive than all the other girls in the place…that's Mimi's job. As for how and where they'll meet, I have the solution…"

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Brock was shocked to read that the survey wasn't telling him who his ideal mate was going to be. It just told him to meet her at a specific place: the same beachside restaurant where June and Matt had been set up for a date. The only difference was that Tina had it planned that this would be a good date, not a bad one. She had a waterproof canopy over their table, and the steaks weren't marinated in kerosene.

This time, Brock was wearing a tuxedo, and June was wearing a prom dress that made her look like a secret agent. They were both obviously dressed to kill. But Brock wasn't in a mental state to kill at all: he was barely in a mental state where he had enough wits to breathe!

"So…how do you burn your time at the new nuke plant?" June asked.

"…I do nothin'…" Brock answered with a flushed face.

"Same here…there's nothing to do, anyway, right?"

"Ye-e-e-a-a-a-ah."

"So… We should use this time to get to know each other…what's your favorite color?"

"Purple…" Brock answered slowly. (Purple was the color dress June was wearing.)

June looked at her dress and nodded. "Glad I chose this dress…so…do you think a two-word vocabulary suits you well?"

"Ye-e-e-a-a-a-ah."

June buried her face in her hands. "This isn't going well…"

"Ye-e-e-a-a-a-ah."

"Brock, it's impossible to have a conversation with you…you have so many hormones that you can't think straight!"

"Ye-e-e-a-a-a-ah."

"I can't imagine anyone like you---" And then it occurred to June…

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"So, what exactly is the plan?" Takato asked.

"We're going to trash the enemy base south of Honshu Island, and rescue the hostages from there," Tai answered

"Hostages? You mean the people that are getting their skin oils harvested?"

"Exactly. That's what all the extra clothes we brought are for," he added, motioning to the several cardboard boxes that were stocked with blue jeans and sweatshirts of all sizes and builds.

Takato nodded. He turned to his digimon partner. "Ready for a challenge, boy?"

"You betcha!" Guilmon answered.

"Okay, then…when do we leave?"

"Right now sounds like a good choice," Yolei answered. "Ready, Hawkmon?"

"Indubitably! Hawkmon, digivolve to…Altairmon!"

"Altairmon!"

"Gatomon!"

"DNA digivolve to…Swampangemon!"

"Swampangemon, mode-change to…giga mode!" Swampangemon kneeled and let everyone into her pockets. "Let's get this base destroyed, already!"

"What about Omicronmon?" Takato asked. "Where does he ride?"

"He can take care of himself. In fact, he's going on ahead of us to shake them up."

"What really happened to him during the fight in space?"

"What Terrance did to make sure Omicronmon was smarter than the programs the purple spiral had given him was this: he used his D-Gauntlet to cut off Blackwargreymon's control of Omicronmon's body. But to do this, he had to rout Borggarurumon's mind through his D-Gauntlet. Now that he's safely out of range of Omicronmon, Borggarurumon's mind is gone, and so Blackwargreymon is in complete control of Omicronmon's body!"

"Cool…"

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"Sir, we are under attack!"

"Source?"

"Unknown digimon, coming from the north!"

It was Omicronmon, and he was firing his torpedoes like mad, all of them aimed to hit near the base, as opposed to scoring direct hits.

"Tuli Telo Non!" Green balls of energy flew up from the ocean near the base: crackones were attacking.

"Omicron Torpedo!" Omicronmon answered. His torpedo must have had air-to-water capability, since the golden torpedo hit squarely and destroyed the crackone in one shot.

"Tuli Dra Jalnor!" Catamarines were coming up out of the water to face Omicronmon, now.

"Omicron Sword!" A blade extended out of Blackwargreymon's head, and Omicronmon flew above the catamarines' heads with it. He lined up his attack and flew in low, smacking each catamarine with his sword and cutting them all down the middle. That finished them.

"Riidae-tor-viioh, noh kreshnaiona djom…Riidae-tor-ortsa!" Omicronmon looked, and several C-birds were combining into lamprongs.

Hmph, he thought. "Omicron Barrage!" The missile launchers on his legs opened and pummeled the lamprongs. They didn't last. I wonder if that's enough to constitute "roughing up," Omicronmon wondered. He flew back towards the nuke plant, just to see if he couldn't talk to Swampangemon on the way. He saw her coming. "I took out about fifteen mega-level machines," Omicronmon shouted.

"Cool! Let's see them counterattack, now!" Tai shouted.

"Are you ready, Guilmon? Takato asked.

"I'm ready!"

"Digi-modify! Warp digivolution, activate!"

"Guilmon, warp-digivolve to…Gallantmon!"

Tina looked at Youngdramon: "You're ready, I take it?"

"Hit me, baby!"

Tina switched hats. "Digi-armor, energize!"

"Youngdramon, armor-digivolve to…Gryllotamon!"

"Ash, would you please do the honors?"

"Gryllotamon, radio-digivolve to…Termon!"

"Now…about those saberstrikes marching out of the base?" Tracy asked.

"No problem…Charizard, Pikachu, Tyranitar, I choose you!" Tyranitar started smashing the saberstrikes to pieces, and Pikachu and Charizard were using their long-range attacks on them with finesse.

"Now, how to actually get in," Kari thought.

"I have the answer," Swampangemon said. "Swampangemon, mode-change to…micro mode!"

"And, if that doesn't work…" Termon said as she began to dig underground.

"One way or another, we'll need Joey to actually complete our mission," Yolei pointed out. "Tina, you stay out here for now."

Tina rolled her eyes. "No participation on my part in this, huh?"

"Tina, we can't risk Joey's safety."

Tina sighed…