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Author's Note: Yet another long delay between publications. I had hoped to get this out sooner, but I've just been burnt out recently. Apologies to all. I'm trying to jump start the plot that will keep the rest of this story arc moving. The next episode is going to take some really substantial rewriting to deal with it.
Anywayscomments are always welcome. Please review!
Episode XXIX
Questions and Answers
Life is the art of drawing sufficient conclusions from insufficient premises.
Samuel Butler, Note Books
What's the connection? Izzy asked himself as he sat in Adam's apartment. It was already getting late, the sun beginning to set along the far horizon, but he was still hard at work. Adam and Ishiguro had accepted, somewhat warily, Izzy's promise that they would explain what was happening in due time. He was putting that particular confession out of his mind and was sorting through data garnered from the monster attacks, checking over everything carefully.
It can't be a coincidence. Izzy murmured. No casualties in any of the attacks, or at least no fatalities. Obviously Khartan is just trying to scare us, but the question is why? What does he want?
Maybe nothing. Maybe just to scare people. Maybe that's his whole point. Yolei was lounging across a chair, feet up. Her parents had gotten used to her arriving home late, so she showed no hesitation to curl up here and wait with Izzy, trying to help brainstorm. Of course Izzy suspected that there might be another reason she wished to stay there.
But he's got an awful lot of planning. Ken mused, sitting in a chair next to Yolei and looking over Izzy's shoulder. Just look at all of this, every place attacked has been during some sort of public event. Do you think that the people are attracting them?
Offhand, I would say no. Izzy cushioned his chin in his hand while he thought. Even sophisticated Myotismon showed no real understanding of the complicated way the human world works. I've gotten used to digimon not understanding the way the world works for us, and to find them striking targets like this leads me to suspect some level of planning that is increasingly disturbing. I just don't know what they're up to.
So who have they hit? Yolei asked. Go through the list again.
All right. A a nightclub opening in Roppongi, three different electronics shows at Akihabara, a business convention meeting in Shinjuku and a special sale/performance in Ikebukro. That's all the attacks beside the one at Odaiba today, and we know why that one happened.
Right, so what's the pattern?
They hit targets with lots of people around, and targets that already have some media coverage. They get away fast too, it seems like they don't want to kill anyone, and that's sort of odd. Ken mused to himself.
Analysis time. What would happen if they started killing people? Izzy looked around.
On the nearby couch the only two other people in the apartment looked up. TK and Kari had volunteered to stay behind, theoretically to help Izzy think, but probably to catch up on some private time without their brothers's interference. Right now TK had Kari's head pillowed on his chest, but she opened her eyes and responded to Izzy's question. We would be in a lot more trouble than we are. The anti-digimon movement would be a lot more powerful than it is now, and we would be drowning in anti-digimon sentiment. The attacks right now bring up a lot of fear, but if they really start doing major damage the place would probably go into martial law or something.
Izzy snapped his fingers. Of course. Why didn't I think of that? If they start killing people they could make it a lot harder on themselves. Some casualties are acceptable, but they would have a lot more problems if there was an active military on the streets. I don't know what they would do then.
Probably make our lives more interesting. Ken muttered darkly.
So what does it mean that they only attack Tokyo? Yolei wanted to know.
Izzy blinked as if caught by surprise.
I mean, no other cities have this problem. Yolei continued, pointing to one of Izzy's nearby maps.
Oh that. I have a theory.
Don't you always. TK and Kari chimed in from the couch.
Of course I do. Izzy murmured. I noticed something worldwide. The attacks concentrate themselves in certain areas. Although there are attacks everywhere, most of them have taken place either here in Tokyo, in the big cities of the US, or in the population centers of Western Europe. There are some attacks in the Australian cities, and in Hong Kong and Singapore, but almost none in other areas.
So they like attacking people. TK shrugged. What's your point?
Just that. Think about this. If you wanted to attack high concentrations of people where would you go? How about Mexico City? Or the dense populations of the Chinese coast cities? Or maybe the big cities of India. India and China together have almost half the people on Earth, why not go there?
I don't know. TK confessed, shrugging his shoulders and accidentally dislodging Kari's head. Kari, fortunately, was too interested in the conversation to care.
But the attacked areas do have something in common. Izzy pulled out a folder he had been carrying and extracted a map of the world, covered in dots in roughly the same places that the attacks had been. This is a map of the world distribution of the digidestined. Look familiar?
Yolei's eyes widened. Are they coming after all the digidestined?
I don't know. Izzy replied honestly. All I know is that they seem to be attacking our greatest concentrations of strength. Maybe they're after us, maybe they're just trying to discredit us.
Or maybe it's something else. Kari mused. What if they aren't attacking us? What if they're attacking something else?
What do you mean? Izzy sounded intrigued.
Well, what if there was something they wanted. And what if Gennai just happened to have a hand selecting the digidestined. He would put them right in the way of where they were trying to go...right? So that may be why a lot of the digidestined are there.
That's an excellent idea Kari. Izzy replied, high praise from him.
But it doesn't matter whether it's true or not. Ken noted. Either way, they're going to be coming where we are. Which means that sooner or later they're going to be coming after us. So we've got to be ready.
Which leaves us with a more pressing question. TK looked up.
What's that? Izzy asked.
Well, we've invited my dad, Cody's grandpa, Professor Takenouchi, Jim, Master Ishiguro and Adam back over tomorrow to explain all of this to. I don't know what we're going to say to keep them from grounding us for life.
That I don't think even a genius could answer. Izzy replied with a small smile.
Tai and Matt prowled the streets, walking through the crowded byways of central Tokyo, using the Tokyo Tower as a reference point. Actually they were biking, glad that the crowds had thinned considerably since midday. Behind each of them was a huge bundle of what looked like blankets, and they were aware that some people were staring at them suspiciously. But had they been able to see what was inside the bundles they would have panicked even more.
I'm getting hot in here. Agumon complained in Tai's ear.
Not as hot as you'll get if you get out here and somebody sees you. Tai hissed back. Keep it down, why don't you?
All right. Agumon grumbled, almost to himself, before settling down again.
Hey Tai! Matt called and pointed. Let's go there for a breather. He was pointing toward one of many of Tokyo's small parks, this one with a large group of trees that it would be easy to conceal their digimon in.
Good idea. Tai pulled his bike up next to the trees, and Matt pulled his up next to him.
C'mon you guys. Matt freed Agumon and Gabumon. Cool off for a bit.
The two digimon quickly moved deeper into the copse of trees. Tai and Matt stood next to their bicycles and waited for any signs of trouble.
Matt began hesitantly. I'm surprised that you haven't given me the riot act yet Tai.
Tai was clearly distracted by something else.
You know, the speech where you say if your brother does anything to my sister I'm going to pound him into something that looks like a pancake.
Oh, that... Whatever was distracting Tai it certainly was important to him. Matt stared but all he could see was the street and the normal evening traffic.
Uh, Tai, what are you looking at over there.
Hmmm...what? Oh, see that? Tai pointed at something.
Yes Tai. In Japan we call that a truck. What's so important about it?
If we had one, we could hide our digimon in it. And we could get away after a battle. After all, nobody expects a monster the size of a city building to disappear into a truck it could have stomped on a moment ago. That's the thing about digimon, they could hide in something like that.
Yeah, well, we don't have a truck. Matt said slowly, but Tai was already talking again.
All the attacks have been near the center of cities, near roadways, near bridges and highways. Always nobody sees the digimon arrive, and nobody sees them leave, but they're near public events, with lots of nearby traffic. When a huge monster appears in the street, do you check the traffic around you? No, you check for the quickest way out. And when the army comes do they search every truck? No, they look for a giant monster.
Tai, you think they have human assistants? Like dark digidestined or something?
What I think is that we could be in a lot more trouble than we had originally thought.
We should tell that to Izzy as soon as possible. Matt swung back on his bicycle and whistled for Gabumon.
And Matt...I trust TK with Kari. I trust both of them to do the right things, and to live a good life. I think your brother is a great person.
Thanks Tai. Matt met his eyes and nodded, before he could get Gabumon back on his bike, and Agumon got on the back of Tai's.
I just don't know if I can trust you. Tai muttered to himself as the two of them rode off into the darkness together.
You know what we need Cody? Davis asked without taking his weight off of the door he was trying to hold shut.
Iron bars on the windows? Cody suggested, braced against that door.
Something like that. I was actually thinking of a nice bank vault. Those things are supposed to be made of solid steel. You couldn't break through that, could you?
Speaking of break, how are we going to explain what happened in there?
I don't know Cody. I've come up with a lot of excuses in my time, but I've never broken a floor before. I didn't know that you could do it. Davis tried to shut his ears against the loud noises coming from inside and ignore the sweat beading on his forehead.
Well, I better have some reason to explain to my grandfather. I think that he suspects me of something, and I can't lie to him. Cody grunted as the door shuddered again.
You just need more practice. Davis huffed as the door creaked open just a fraction.
Cody did not reply, just grunted wordlessly.
For the last time! Davis yelled into the room. There's no chocolate out here!
We don't believe you! Veemon called back from inside.
I'd hate to explain this to your grandfather. Davis murmured.
God I love the view here. Sora exulted in the freedom of this high point.
Sure do. Jim tells me I should come here more often during the night, and now I see why. Joe looked around at his surroundings with a sense of awe. From here, on the top of the Tokyo Metropolitan Government building he could see almost anywhere in the city, or at least in Shinjuku. The public observation deck was full even now, but his true aim was simple, to keep an eye out for any signs of trouble. With Birdramon patrolling the city from the air and Ikkakumon out in the ocean, the job of the two of them was to bector them to stop early attacks and then call for backup.
So how's your life? Joe asked as his eyes traced the glittering stars of the hundreds of individual lights he could see out in the park below.
Well, if it weren't for Tai and Matt it would be great. Sora sounded bitter for a moment.
Why is that? Joe pretended to be clueless.
Well, they both like me I think. It's just that, well, I haven't been thinking of Tai in that particular way, so it's a bit of a surprise how he's taking this all.
Oh, you mean you dating Matt. Well, that's to be expected.
Oh yeah. Joe looked confident for a moment. I read about it in one of my psychology classes. He's probably just jealous. I mean, after all, you've been one of his best friends practically forever. He's worried about losing you to his other friend. And of course he's attracted to you. In case you didn't notice, most guys are.
Are you Joe? Sora looked at him, suddenly shocked.
A little, but I'm ignoring it. I have my eye on somebody else.
Sora smirked suddenly. I see.
Do you? For a moment Joe looked quite alarmed.
Don't worry. I won't say anything to Mimi. Sora resumed the act of looking innocently out of the window. Behind her Joe groaned.
I need to get a better poker face. He muttered.
Hey, aren't you Mimi Tachikawa? A voice interrupted Mimi's reverie as she stared at the display of pink clothing in the Ginza mall. She had come here with the intention of keeping an eye on Ginza, but her own thoughts had distracted her. She had wandered into the stores, suddenly seeing in a different light all the material wealth that surrounded her. It fascinated her, the way that it was so gleaming, so expensive, and yet so ultimately meaningless. She was seeing the world once more through the perspective of someone who has just had to live through a great tragedy, who had needed to survive on her own. Now she turned as someone interrupted her thoughts.
Mimi immediately recognized the similarity between this girl and Davis Motomiya.
That's right. I'm glad that a popular girl like you remembers me.
So what are you doing here? Mimi asked, walking alongside the other girl as she wandered through the store.
Well, I saw you and, actually, I wanted to ask you a question.
Mimi tried to sound neutral.
you're with that group, right? You know the one I'm speaking of.
Yes. If I hear you, I am.
Well than, I know it's probably not necessary, but could you help keep an eye on Davis? I know he probably doesn't need it, but he has a habit of getting himself in trouble. For a moment the normal mask lifted from Jun's face, and Mimi was confronted with someone profoundly insecure.
I'll try, but you of all people know that Davis can take care of himself. Mimi grasped Jun's hand firmly.
Thanks. Justdon't let him know. Jun's voice trailed off.
I'll try, but I think he already knows. Mimi smiled gently.
Cody yelled. Yolei, if you could help me here?
Yolei, recently arrived, dumped two squirming digimon into the full bathtub. How did they get this muddy?
It's not mud. Cody sighed resolutely. It's prune juice.
Does this have anything with why Davis is cleaning up the kitchen?
Cody replied, taking down a familiar brush and beginning to scrub Armadillomon and Tentomon down.
Well then, I won't ask. Yolei, ignoring protests, began to scrub Veemon's head, which was already stained a dark purple.
Threat mail. Threat mail. Threat mail. Bills...Oh...here's my invitation to the faculty dinner and dance party. Professor Takenouchi, sorting through his mail shrugged and looked up at the dark figure lounging in his room. His hands were shaking rather noticeably and he was pale as a ghost. No, I don't have it here.
Anything important in the threat mail? The figure asked. Adam stepped forward into the light.
No. Nothing. Just the usual. People upset with digimon research because they think that they're ravening beasts or some such. You would get the same thing if you were head of the project. Besides, I'm sure I'm perfectly safe, aren't I?
The apartment down the hall from yours? You know it?
The one the Tanakas just moved out of? Yes, I know it.
The ministry of defense bought it, they have two agents posted there at all times. They really don't want to lose the best digimon researcher in the world.
Flattery gets you nowhere. Professor Takenouchi looked around. So, what about all of the others?
I don't know. Adam admitted. Nobody's seen Achmed in about three days. The CIA and the Mossad put some of their best agents on that, but I don't expect that much except for maybe a body. MI-6 and MI-5 are combing the British Isles looking for Whistler, but I don't think that they'll find him either. Germany has Greentree and Rowan inside Japan, but they're not having much luck either, and the Russians are still trying to cover home base. Given the fact that we haven't a clue what's really going on, I'm not sure what to say.
What about Rembrandt, Bach and Debonair? Prof. Takenouchi began to pack up some of his gear in order to return home.
The CIA can't keep track of them at all, but I think they're somewhere in Europe, looking at that end of things. Bach's last message to me went something like 'Go away and stop bothering me'.
That's Bach all right. Do we have a chance of heading this off?
Nope. It doesn't look like it. And much as I hate to say it, it looks like your kids and their friends are in this up to their necks. Adam walked with Professor Takenouchi as they left his office, keeping close alongside as they walked through the mostly deserted corridors. Professor Takenouchi allowed himself a grunt to cover the sudden pang of terror in his heart. Adam nodded curtly to one of the night janitors as they passed the empty reception desk and stepped out into the parking garage.
Who does he work for? Professor Takenouchi gestured with his head toward the janitor who was mopping the floor now.
Ministry of Justice, anti-terrorism division. Adam hissed back as a black car pulled up to them. Have a nice ride home.
Hello Takei. Professor Takenouchi slid into his seat, noting for the first time the looseness of the other's jacket and several buttons on the dashboard that seemed to have no purpose.
Good evening Professor. His university hired driver pulled out from the curb and began the drive home.
Adam told me everything today. Or at least part of everything. Professor Takenouchi tried to adapt a nonchalant stance, but failed quite a few times. So, how's life in the Diplomatic Protection Group?
Not bad. Takei shrugged, and Professor Takenouchi imagined that, just for a second, he could see the outline of a handgun under the pressed black coat. Not bad at all. The hours are lousy, but the pay is good, and we have a nice dental plan.
Good to know.
Good to have you with us Professor. Stopping for your usual evening coffee?
I think I need a drink, but the coffee will have to do.
So Yamato, how was your day? Sora's mother had always remained firm and formal with her daughter's boyfriend, but, by now, Matt was used to this.
It was fine Mrs. Takenouchi. He responded, bowing his head. Sora tried a smile.
That's very good to hear. Sora's mother responded, carefully arranging another flower in the decoration she was making. Sora and Matt were just returning to watching the movie they had on when the door opened and Sora's father entered, looking very haggard with a man in a pressed suit that Sora had never seen before.
Good evening. Mr. Takenouchi bowed to his family, who bowed back.
You're home. Sora's mother smiled. I'll go get dinner back on. She stood up and quickly left the room, smiling happily, leaving Sora, Matt, and the man in the suit left.
Sora, I don't want your mother to hear this, but how dangerous is this digimon business right now?
Matt and Sora exclaimed sudden glances, alarmed glances and then looked back at Sora's father. Dad, it's all right, we know what we're doing, and it's all safe. They won't attack us...
Sora, I need to know. Her father sounded deadly serious.
Dad, I know that something's up, but I don't know why they're acting this way. I just don't. Sora looked confused at her father's sudden fervor.
Sora, I've had a long, bad, confusing day. Six of my colleagues that I saw at a meeting last month are now dead. A dozen friends of mine have gone underground to avoid the same fate. I, who am just a professor at a University, have just survived my first assassination attempt. His face had gone deadly pale.
We weren't told about that. Takei frowned at his older charge.
I wasn't told either. Professor Takenouchi tried to control his shaking hands. The first thing I knew about it was when a man with a sniper rifle fell down off of a ten story building. Adam is nothing if not thorough.
I wondered why he told you. Takei subsided for a moment.
I've discovered that I may be at the heart of an international conspiracy much more deadly than just anti-digimon rage. I've found out that the Japanese government thinks that I'm so important that they've ordered me to be watched over day and night. I've found out that five countries have spies in my laboratory, that four government agencies have agents in my workplace...
Six actually. Takei responded, smoothly and unruffled.
Whatever. That my colleagues overseas are meeting with 'accidents', that I have government agents trailing myself and my family, and hiding in my home. At this he gave Takei a penetrating look, but Takei simply ignored him. And that I might be one of the four most valuable people in all of Japan. In one day I've gone from being a simple professor to a key element in an international intelligence network. I don't have time to unravel your evasions. I want the truth out of you. Is there something going on or not?
Sora was at a loss for words. Matt's jaw was hanging open slackly. Dad...I...can you just come to that meeting we invited you to tomorrow evening. We'll explain things there if we can.
Professor Takenouchi stood up, his face still dark, but the worry somewhat eased.
Where is it? Takei asked, reaching under his jacket for the small communicator he always kept there.
At the apartment of this guy named...
At Adam's place. Professor Takenouchi interrupted.
Takei put the communicator back. That's okay. I wouldn't want to assault that place with a bloody army.
Oh man. Why do I have to go over this too? Davis mumbled.
Because it's a good exercise in problem solving. Adam replied, unless you would like to do algebra instead?
No. This is fine. Everybody laughed at Davis' hasty agreement. Adam had printed out ream after ream of data about the recent attacks, and had piled it haphazardly around his front room. Now the digidestined, school out, were standing around it, scratching their heads.
All you have to do is find the pattern. Izzy had already explained the theory of Tai's that there might be humans helping the evil digimon. Then we can go onto something more fun.
Well, I guess we should get started. TK shrugged and began to sort through the papers lying in the nearest pile.
You Mr. Hida can do something else if you wish. Adam turned to Cody.
Like what? Cody asked, sounding confused.
Adam gestured and moved across the room to the huge, paneled sliding doors on the other side. They slid soundlessly open at his touch, revealing a room filled with huge cabinets of elegant wood on all sides, surrounding a square cushioned mat. The room had a different air around it, as if it were separated from the rest of the apartment.
You can look at it all, and use anything racked in plastic. But remember, nothing racked in wood or metal. Adam told him in a warning tone, and then closed the door leaving Cody inside.
So let's get down to business. He smiled brightly and began to move papers out of the way.
Cody sat down on the mat in the middle of the room, wondering what Adam thought he would find interesting here. The cabinets around the room were the only thing there, and they tempted him, but his inbred manners kept him from looking into them. For about five minutes.
After all, Izzy had not called him a curious kid because of his looks.
Slowly he began to prowl around the room, examining each separate cabinet. The inspection did not tell him anything. He recognized the wood as polished mahogany, with a wonderful grain pattern, and extremely well fitted, but there was no other decoration. Brushing his hand against it lightly he quickly determined that it actually was as well polished as it looked, the finish so smooth it almost felt like cloth. Looking at the locks on the cabinets he realized it would be the work of a moment to open them, they were only handles with catches.
Cody stepped back and fingered his chin. After all, Adam had given him permission to look at them, so it was not as if he was prying. And he was really curious as to why Adam thought he would enjoy this room. Taking a deep breath he walked resolutely up to the first cabinet, the one farthest from the door and opened it.
And caught his breath.
There was the most spectacular display of weaponry that he had ever seen. It was quickly clear what Adam had meant about not using anything racked in metal and wood. There, either placed carefully in wooden carved holders or mounted on the wall were a variety of different weapons that gleamed when they were without sheaths. Cody recognized a Katana/Wakizashi set of splendid magnificence unsheathed ceremoniously in one corner, a particularly find Naginata standing upright in one corner, a broader bladed Kung-Fu sword from China on display, and a dozen other weapons he could not even name. Axes, something that looked like a mace, a set of daggers as long as his arm, something that looked like an old Roman Gladium that he had once seen in a museum. Each weapon was bright and polished, and there were dozens more, bladed ends down, embedded in slots in a thick wooden bottom that was as high as he was. Each weapons was also obviously functional. These were not for sparring, these were actual weapons, for killing. In the center, crossed ceremoniously, was a katana and the massive western-style longsword he himself had used in battle.
Opening the next cabinet to his left he found another collection, this time of solely oriental curved swords. This cabinet had a set of plastic racks in the front, looking like storage equipment from the local department store, in which were kept wooden and metal replicas of the real weapons. On the right side, the cabinet contained straight bladed swords, with their imitation counterparts. Moving around the room, gazing fascinated into the many different cabinets Cody found polearms, archery equipment, polished, gleaming axes, maces, a few flails, a set of oddly shaped knives and weapons he could not even place.
Carefully he took a practice long sword out of its rack and swung it a few times, getting used to the balance. It was completely different from the kendo gear he was used to, but he admired the weight of it, and carefully, enthralled by the artistry of the sword, and the effort that had gone into making it, he began to move up and down the floor in a kendo pattern, and let the blade take over.
I don't get it. Yolei threw her arms up, maps of Tokyo littering her working space. She had been trying to find a geographical pattern to the attacks but was having no luck at all, was able to do nothing. The patterns looked haphazard to her.
Maybe if we had more data. Ken suggested, looking over her shoulder and shrugging. But then again, maybe not.
So what does this tell us? Kari asked from where she was sitting next to TK. She was looking through the archives of pictures from the attacks that she had found, and had so far discovered nothing. Every time she looked it looked just like a normal street in Tokyo to her. TK was not having much luck with his pile of photographs. Ken shrugged again and returned to the pile of budget reports and damage reports from that attacks. Izzy had not budged from his computer for quite a while, examining every computerized piece of data he could find. Davis was examining the brochures about the events quite carefully, while Adam was painstakingly trying to recreate the actual sequence of events from copies of the police witness accounts.
A big fat nothing. Izzy replied, leaning back.
Hmmm....I'm up for a break. Anybody want something to drink? Adam stood up and moved into his kitchenette, looking through the refrigerator curiously.
Yolei responded quickly. What do you have?
I have what looks like Coke, orange juice, apple juice, cold water, some kind of mixed juice I don't remember, and about a million and one gallons of sports drink.
Yolei rolled her eyes at his selection. How about some Coke?
Adam removed a bottle with the familiar red and white label, and looked around. Anybody else?
Kari and TK looked at him.
I'll take some orange juice. Izzy volunteered, not turning around.
Me too. Ken volunteered.
Right you are. Three cokes and two orange juices coming up now. Adam went back to carefully getting out five glasses and pouring into them.
Well, there are some similarities. Davis pondered the brochure he was looking at now carefully. "They all have live music at these events somewhere.
That's not much help. There's a lot of that in Tokyo. TK responded.
Let's see. They all have permission from the Tokyo Metro Government. Davis squinted at the page. They all have connections to the Japanese Red Cross as a charity foundation...
That's probably not important. Ken replied.
They have some similar sponsors. Here we go, Mitsubishi sponsored five of the seven events. Fuji sponsored five also, but a different set of five. Davis sorted through another brochure. This bank, Nippon International, managed to sponsor six. And this company, Saffron Corporation managed to sponsor seven.
Adam dropped the glass he was pouring into.
For a moment absolute silence reigned in the apartment. The digidestined were staring at the shattered glass on the counter and puddle of orange juice spreading around the bottom. The sliding door opened and Cody stuck his head out. But Adam did not seem to care, he was only staring at Davis with an intent, almost killer expression on his face.
What did you say? The words came out glacially slow and dangerously, hard as iron, cold as ice.
S...s...Saffron Corporation... Davis stammered, alarmed at this sudden change.
And have you ever heard of the Saffron Corporation before now? Adam thundered, his voice still dangerous.
No sir. Kari muttered.
I see...I think I have to go ask some questions. Ken, you said you had taken self defense before. Did you really do thorough training?
Yes sir. Ken replied.
Good. Look for anything you can find on Saffron Corporation. Look for anything you can find on the attacks. Izzy, when you said that you were going to have some adults over tonight and you were going to explain this whole affair to me, were you by any chance inviting either Professor Takenouchi or Mr. Ishida?
I invited both of them. Izzy was staring at him with wide eyes.
Good...I think we'll have a little talk with them, and with you later. You might want to get some of your digimon over here too. Can you contact them?
Then you might want to do it. Adam was picking up pieces of things, keys, wallet, and a few black pouches that Izzy had not noticed before. Finally, as he got his shoes on, he stepped back into the room and came around to stand in front of Ken.
And I'm going to double lock the door. If anyone tried to break in before I get back... He shook his head. Well, I suppose that you kids might be able to take care of yourself anyway. He raised a cell phone to his head. Heihachiro, I need you tell the Ministry of Justice that the you-know-what just hit the fan. I think it did at least. Then I want three extra security teams at my apartment. I think it's time to pull in the welcome mat and break out the heavy armament. From now on, everyone is to go dressed to kill and loaded for bear. He put the cell phone away even as he checked the status of a revolver that seemed as big as a truck that he had pulled out of his jacket.
Yolei managed to stammer out.
Adam paused in the act of opening the door. I think that you might actually be in more trouble than I am, and that makes me worried.
Takei paused in the act of driving Professor Takenouchi to his evening meeting with his daughter. He and Jim were oddly subdued today, still probably wrapping their minds around yesterday's revelations, but that was not what worried him. What worried him was that his radio was crackling.
Takei here. He muttered into it.
Buttercup, Gold Rose, Triangle. The radio crackled and then went dead.
He swore under his breath, causing Professor Takenouchi and Jim to jump just a little. This is car four-one. Request escort.
This is Mainframe. Escort on the way. Follow the nice police car.
Roger that. Bullfinch out.
What's wrong? Professor Takenouchi demanded.
Nothing. That was the code that tells us that something's up more than it should be, that your kids may be deeper involved in this than we thought, and that we may be about neck deep in shit.
Three codes for a warning? Jim asked quietly.
No, the last one is to remind us to reload.
Mr. Ishida pulled his van into the apartment building's parking lot, and stepped out next to Mr. Hida who had waited for him to park. He was only mildly surprised to see the old man there, and was more resigned now to what he was about to here.
You too? Mr. Hida asked.
Yeah. Why do I get the feeling that my kids are getting in trouble again?
They are fine individuals.
I know, I just get nervous whenever they start trying to get themselves killed while trying to save the world. Mr. Ishida turned around. Good evening Professor, Jim.
Jim greeted them curtly, glancing at the black-suited man following them.
I guess I'll wait here. The man in the black suit bowed, and then prowled off into the rows of parked cars.
Who was... Mr. Ishida began.
My driver. Professor Takenouchi responded curtly.
Ah. Moving up in the world are we? Mr. Ishida asked. His only reply was a grunt.
By the time the four adults, Adam and Master Ishiguro were in and seated, Izzy had managed to prepare his thoughts, and was ready to give his presentation to the others, who looked ready to receive it.
He started with the story. The full story. Everything, everything everyone remembered from that fight in Highton View Terrace when they were only babies to that fateful summer camp, to the battle for Odaiba, to the Dark Masters. Then TK took over, speaking calmly about the battle with Diaboromon and then about the battles they had faced with the arrival of the digimon emperor, and the final showdown with MaloMyostismon. Throughout it their parents and associates remained shocked, staring only blankly at the tales of heroism and courage. Finally Ken and Tai took over and they explained, in painstaking detail, their latest journey, everything they knew, everything they had found out so far, and about Khartan's emergence into the real world. At the end Izzy gave them the rundown of what was happening, where it was happening and why.
At the end it was Adam who spoke up. Well, this certainly explains some things.
I'm sorry we kept this from you. Izzy confessed, bowing apologetically.
No, you were right to do so. Adam returned the bow, but his face was grim. I don't know what to do now, but it does clear up a lot of mysteries. Master Ishiguro nodded.
Like what? Yolei asked, but now Professor Takenouchi and Mr. Hida were looking just as grim as Adam. Adam sighed, and turned toward Mr. Ishida.
Today your kids found a correlation between the attacks recently and an organization known as Saffron Corporation. Do you know anything about them?
Mr. Ishida suddenly went as pale as a sheet, he looked honestly as terrified as TK and Matt had ever seen him. After a moment he managed to stammer out No, I have no idea...
Adam shrugged as if to say that this was of no import. Anyway, Saffron Corporation is a dummy corporation, owned by an organization known as Utopia Corp. There's a lot of internet stuff that suspects them of being some shadowy organization bent on controlling the world and stuff.
Mr. Ishida seemed to deflate after a moment.
Anyway, I did have an encounter with them once. At this village called White Springs down in sub-Saharan Africa...
Mr. Ishida thrust upward, upending the coffee table and sending paper showering everywhere. His eyes were wild this time. You know! He yelled, pointing at Adam accusingly.
Yes, I know. Adam's voice was level. Matt and TK were staring at their father, who was now looking so different that they could barely identify him as their dad.
But if they ever find out...
Adam gestured around. This room is swept for bugs three times a day. The glass on the window to the balcony is a special glass that prevents sound waves from coming through clearly, and inhibits the ability of others to read lips through it. It is also bulletproof. The door looks wooden, but has a grade A steel core. There are five motion detectors covering the outside hallways, two security interlocks backing up the normal alarms. Hideo here has been over every corner of the building, and there seems to be no way to break in. It is reinforced enough to survive most truck bomb blasts, and this particular apartment is specially armored to prevent lucky penetrations with portable artillery weapons. If Takei was kind enough to stay and prowl the lower levels we have seven armed agents within the building itself, and I Adam raised the corner of his jacket to reveal two large and dangerous looking handguns. ...am hardly unarmed. You are completely safe here. I think it's time for the truth to come out.
Then maybe it is. Mr. Ishida stood up, hands trembling, but resolute. Maybe it is.
Author's Note: Yet another long delay between publications. I had hoped to get this out sooner, but I've just been burnt out recently. Apologies to all. I'm trying to jump start the plot that will keep the rest of this story arc moving. The next episode is going to take some really substantial rewriting to deal with it.
Anywayscomments are always welcome. Please review!
Questions and Answers
Life is the art of drawing sufficient conclusions from insufficient premises.
Samuel Butler, Note Books
It can't be a coincidence. Izzy murmured. No casualties in any of the attacks, or at least no fatalities. Obviously Khartan is just trying to scare us, but the question is why? What does he want?
Maybe nothing. Maybe just to scare people. Maybe that's his whole point. Yolei was lounging across a chair, feet up. Her parents had gotten used to her arriving home late, so she showed no hesitation to curl up here and wait with Izzy, trying to help brainstorm. Of course Izzy suspected that there might be another reason she wished to stay there.
But he's got an awful lot of planning. Ken mused, sitting in a chair next to Yolei and looking over Izzy's shoulder. Just look at all of this, every place attacked has been during some sort of public event. Do you think that the people are attracting them?
Offhand, I would say no. Izzy cushioned his chin in his hand while he thought. Even sophisticated Myotismon showed no real understanding of the complicated way the human world works. I've gotten used to digimon not understanding the way the world works for us, and to find them striking targets like this leads me to suspect some level of planning that is increasingly disturbing. I just don't know what they're up to.
So who have they hit? Yolei asked. Go through the list again.
All right. A a nightclub opening in Roppongi, three different electronics shows at Akihabara, a business convention meeting in Shinjuku and a special sale/performance in Ikebukro. That's all the attacks beside the one at Odaiba today, and we know why that one happened.
Right, so what's the pattern?
They hit targets with lots of people around, and targets that already have some media coverage. They get away fast too, it seems like they don't want to kill anyone, and that's sort of odd. Ken mused to himself.
Analysis time. What would happen if they started killing people? Izzy looked around.
On the nearby couch the only two other people in the apartment looked up. TK and Kari had volunteered to stay behind, theoretically to help Izzy think, but probably to catch up on some private time without their brothers's interference. Right now TK had Kari's head pillowed on his chest, but she opened her eyes and responded to Izzy's question. We would be in a lot more trouble than we are. The anti-digimon movement would be a lot more powerful than it is now, and we would be drowning in anti-digimon sentiment. The attacks right now bring up a lot of fear, but if they really start doing major damage the place would probably go into martial law or something.
Izzy snapped his fingers. Of course. Why didn't I think of that? If they start killing people they could make it a lot harder on themselves. Some casualties are acceptable, but they would have a lot more problems if there was an active military on the streets. I don't know what they would do then.
Probably make our lives more interesting. Ken muttered darkly.
So what does it mean that they only attack Tokyo? Yolei wanted to know.
Izzy blinked as if caught by surprise.
I mean, no other cities have this problem. Yolei continued, pointing to one of Izzy's nearby maps.
Oh that. I have a theory.
Don't you always. TK and Kari chimed in from the couch.
Of course I do. Izzy murmured. I noticed something worldwide. The attacks concentrate themselves in certain areas. Although there are attacks everywhere, most of them have taken place either here in Tokyo, in the big cities of the US, or in the population centers of Western Europe. There are some attacks in the Australian cities, and in Hong Kong and Singapore, but almost none in other areas.
So they like attacking people. TK shrugged. What's your point?
Just that. Think about this. If you wanted to attack high concentrations of people where would you go? How about Mexico City? Or the dense populations of the Chinese coast cities? Or maybe the big cities of India. India and China together have almost half the people on Earth, why not go there?
I don't know. TK confessed, shrugging his shoulders and accidentally dislodging Kari's head. Kari, fortunately, was too interested in the conversation to care.
But the attacked areas do have something in common. Izzy pulled out a folder he had been carrying and extracted a map of the world, covered in dots in roughly the same places that the attacks had been. This is a map of the world distribution of the digidestined. Look familiar?
Yolei's eyes widened. Are they coming after all the digidestined?
I don't know. Izzy replied honestly. All I know is that they seem to be attacking our greatest concentrations of strength. Maybe they're after us, maybe they're just trying to discredit us.
Or maybe it's something else. Kari mused. What if they aren't attacking us? What if they're attacking something else?
What do you mean? Izzy sounded intrigued.
Well, what if there was something they wanted. And what if Gennai just happened to have a hand selecting the digidestined. He would put them right in the way of where they were trying to go...right? So that may be why a lot of the digidestined are there.
That's an excellent idea Kari. Izzy replied, high praise from him.
But it doesn't matter whether it's true or not. Ken noted. Either way, they're going to be coming where we are. Which means that sooner or later they're going to be coming after us. So we've got to be ready.
Which leaves us with a more pressing question. TK looked up.
What's that? Izzy asked.
Well, we've invited my dad, Cody's grandpa, Professor Takenouchi, Jim, Master Ishiguro and Adam back over tomorrow to explain all of this to. I don't know what we're going to say to keep them from grounding us for life.
That I don't think even a genius could answer. Izzy replied with a small smile.
Tai and Matt prowled the streets, walking through the crowded byways of central Tokyo, using the Tokyo Tower as a reference point. Actually they were biking, glad that the crowds had thinned considerably since midday. Behind each of them was a huge bundle of what looked like blankets, and they were aware that some people were staring at them suspiciously. But had they been able to see what was inside the bundles they would have panicked even more.
I'm getting hot in here. Agumon complained in Tai's ear.
Not as hot as you'll get if you get out here and somebody sees you. Tai hissed back. Keep it down, why don't you?
All right. Agumon grumbled, almost to himself, before settling down again.
Hey Tai! Matt called and pointed. Let's go there for a breather. He was pointing toward one of many of Tokyo's small parks, this one with a large group of trees that it would be easy to conceal their digimon in.
Good idea. Tai pulled his bike up next to the trees, and Matt pulled his up next to him.
C'mon you guys. Matt freed Agumon and Gabumon. Cool off for a bit.
The two digimon quickly moved deeper into the copse of trees. Tai and Matt stood next to their bicycles and waited for any signs of trouble.
Matt began hesitantly. I'm surprised that you haven't given me the riot act yet Tai.
Tai was clearly distracted by something else.
You know, the speech where you say if your brother does anything to my sister I'm going to pound him into something that looks like a pancake.
Oh, that... Whatever was distracting Tai it certainly was important to him. Matt stared but all he could see was the street and the normal evening traffic.
Uh, Tai, what are you looking at over there.
Hmmm...what? Oh, see that? Tai pointed at something.
Yes Tai. In Japan we call that a truck. What's so important about it?
If we had one, we could hide our digimon in it. And we could get away after a battle. After all, nobody expects a monster the size of a city building to disappear into a truck it could have stomped on a moment ago. That's the thing about digimon, they could hide in something like that.
Yeah, well, we don't have a truck. Matt said slowly, but Tai was already talking again.
All the attacks have been near the center of cities, near roadways, near bridges and highways. Always nobody sees the digimon arrive, and nobody sees them leave, but they're near public events, with lots of nearby traffic. When a huge monster appears in the street, do you check the traffic around you? No, you check for the quickest way out. And when the army comes do they search every truck? No, they look for a giant monster.
Tai, you think they have human assistants? Like dark digidestined or something?
What I think is that we could be in a lot more trouble than we had originally thought.
We should tell that to Izzy as soon as possible. Matt swung back on his bicycle and whistled for Gabumon.
And Matt...I trust TK with Kari. I trust both of them to do the right things, and to live a good life. I think your brother is a great person.
Thanks Tai. Matt met his eyes and nodded, before he could get Gabumon back on his bike, and Agumon got on the back of Tai's.
I just don't know if I can trust you. Tai muttered to himself as the two of them rode off into the darkness together.
You know what we need Cody? Davis asked without taking his weight off of the door he was trying to hold shut.
Iron bars on the windows? Cody suggested, braced against that door.
Something like that. I was actually thinking of a nice bank vault. Those things are supposed to be made of solid steel. You couldn't break through that, could you?
Speaking of break, how are we going to explain what happened in there?
I don't know Cody. I've come up with a lot of excuses in my time, but I've never broken a floor before. I didn't know that you could do it. Davis tried to shut his ears against the loud noises coming from inside and ignore the sweat beading on his forehead.
Well, I better have some reason to explain to my grandfather. I think that he suspects me of something, and I can't lie to him. Cody grunted as the door shuddered again.
You just need more practice. Davis huffed as the door creaked open just a fraction.
Cody did not reply, just grunted wordlessly.
For the last time! Davis yelled into the room. There's no chocolate out here!
We don't believe you! Veemon called back from inside.
I'd hate to explain this to your grandfather. Davis murmured.
God I love the view here. Sora exulted in the freedom of this high point.
Sure do. Jim tells me I should come here more often during the night, and now I see why. Joe looked around at his surroundings with a sense of awe. From here, on the top of the Tokyo Metropolitan Government building he could see almost anywhere in the city, or at least in Shinjuku. The public observation deck was full even now, but his true aim was simple, to keep an eye out for any signs of trouble. With Birdramon patrolling the city from the air and Ikkakumon out in the ocean, the job of the two of them was to bector them to stop early attacks and then call for backup.
So how's your life? Joe asked as his eyes traced the glittering stars of the hundreds of individual lights he could see out in the park below.
Well, if it weren't for Tai and Matt it would be great. Sora sounded bitter for a moment.
Why is that? Joe pretended to be clueless.
Well, they both like me I think. It's just that, well, I haven't been thinking of Tai in that particular way, so it's a bit of a surprise how he's taking this all.
Oh, you mean you dating Matt. Well, that's to be expected.
Oh yeah. Joe looked confident for a moment. I read about it in one of my psychology classes. He's probably just jealous. I mean, after all, you've been one of his best friends practically forever. He's worried about losing you to his other friend. And of course he's attracted to you. In case you didn't notice, most guys are.
Are you Joe? Sora looked at him, suddenly shocked.
A little, but I'm ignoring it. I have my eye on somebody else.
Sora smirked suddenly. I see.
Do you? For a moment Joe looked quite alarmed.
Don't worry. I won't say anything to Mimi. Sora resumed the act of looking innocently out of the window. Behind her Joe groaned.
I need to get a better poker face. He muttered.
Hey, aren't you Mimi Tachikawa? A voice interrupted Mimi's reverie as she stared at the display of pink clothing in the Ginza mall. She had come here with the intention of keeping an eye on Ginza, but her own thoughts had distracted her. She had wandered into the stores, suddenly seeing in a different light all the material wealth that surrounded her. It fascinated her, the way that it was so gleaming, so expensive, and yet so ultimately meaningless. She was seeing the world once more through the perspective of someone who has just had to live through a great tragedy, who had needed to survive on her own. Now she turned as someone interrupted her thoughts.
Mimi immediately recognized the similarity between this girl and Davis Motomiya.
That's right. I'm glad that a popular girl like you remembers me.
So what are you doing here? Mimi asked, walking alongside the other girl as she wandered through the store.
Well, I saw you and, actually, I wanted to ask you a question.
Mimi tried to sound neutral.
you're with that group, right? You know the one I'm speaking of.
Yes. If I hear you, I am.
Well than, I know it's probably not necessary, but could you help keep an eye on Davis? I know he probably doesn't need it, but he has a habit of getting himself in trouble. For a moment the normal mask lifted from Jun's face, and Mimi was confronted with someone profoundly insecure.
I'll try, but you of all people know that Davis can take care of himself. Mimi grasped Jun's hand firmly.
Thanks. Justdon't let him know. Jun's voice trailed off.
I'll try, but I think he already knows. Mimi smiled gently.
Cody yelled. Yolei, if you could help me here?
Yolei, recently arrived, dumped two squirming digimon into the full bathtub. How did they get this muddy?
It's not mud. Cody sighed resolutely. It's prune juice.
Does this have anything with why Davis is cleaning up the kitchen?
Cody replied, taking down a familiar brush and beginning to scrub Armadillomon and Tentomon down.
Well then, I won't ask. Yolei, ignoring protests, began to scrub Veemon's head, which was already stained a dark purple.
Threat mail. Threat mail. Threat mail. Bills...Oh...here's my invitation to the faculty dinner and dance party. Professor Takenouchi, sorting through his mail shrugged and looked up at the dark figure lounging in his room. His hands were shaking rather noticeably and he was pale as a ghost. No, I don't have it here.
Anything important in the threat mail? The figure asked. Adam stepped forward into the light.
No. Nothing. Just the usual. People upset with digimon research because they think that they're ravening beasts or some such. You would get the same thing if you were head of the project. Besides, I'm sure I'm perfectly safe, aren't I?
The apartment down the hall from yours? You know it?
The one the Tanakas just moved out of? Yes, I know it.
The ministry of defense bought it, they have two agents posted there at all times. They really don't want to lose the best digimon researcher in the world.
Flattery gets you nowhere. Professor Takenouchi looked around. So, what about all of the others?
I don't know. Adam admitted. Nobody's seen Achmed in about three days. The CIA and the Mossad put some of their best agents on that, but I don't expect that much except for maybe a body. MI-6 and MI-5 are combing the British Isles looking for Whistler, but I don't think that they'll find him either. Germany has Greentree and Rowan inside Japan, but they're not having much luck either, and the Russians are still trying to cover home base. Given the fact that we haven't a clue what's really going on, I'm not sure what to say.
What about Rembrandt, Bach and Debonair? Prof. Takenouchi began to pack up some of his gear in order to return home.
The CIA can't keep track of them at all, but I think they're somewhere in Europe, looking at that end of things. Bach's last message to me went something like 'Go away and stop bothering me'.
That's Bach all right. Do we have a chance of heading this off?
Nope. It doesn't look like it. And much as I hate to say it, it looks like your kids and their friends are in this up to their necks. Adam walked with Professor Takenouchi as they left his office, keeping close alongside as they walked through the mostly deserted corridors. Professor Takenouchi allowed himself a grunt to cover the sudden pang of terror in his heart. Adam nodded curtly to one of the night janitors as they passed the empty reception desk and stepped out into the parking garage.
Who does he work for? Professor Takenouchi gestured with his head toward the janitor who was mopping the floor now.
Ministry of Justice, anti-terrorism division. Adam hissed back as a black car pulled up to them. Have a nice ride home.
Hello Takei. Professor Takenouchi slid into his seat, noting for the first time the looseness of the other's jacket and several buttons on the dashboard that seemed to have no purpose.
Good evening Professor. His university hired driver pulled out from the curb and began the drive home.
Adam told me everything today. Or at least part of everything. Professor Takenouchi tried to adapt a nonchalant stance, but failed quite a few times. So, how's life in the Diplomatic Protection Group?
Not bad. Takei shrugged, and Professor Takenouchi imagined that, just for a second, he could see the outline of a handgun under the pressed black coat. Not bad at all. The hours are lousy, but the pay is good, and we have a nice dental plan.
Good to know.
Good to have you with us Professor. Stopping for your usual evening coffee?
I think I need a drink, but the coffee will have to do.
So Yamato, how was your day? Sora's mother had always remained firm and formal with her daughter's boyfriend, but, by now, Matt was used to this.
It was fine Mrs. Takenouchi. He responded, bowing his head. Sora tried a smile.
That's very good to hear. Sora's mother responded, carefully arranging another flower in the decoration she was making. Sora and Matt were just returning to watching the movie they had on when the door opened and Sora's father entered, looking very haggard with a man in a pressed suit that Sora had never seen before.
Good evening. Mr. Takenouchi bowed to his family, who bowed back.
You're home. Sora's mother smiled. I'll go get dinner back on. She stood up and quickly left the room, smiling happily, leaving Sora, Matt, and the man in the suit left.
Sora, I don't want your mother to hear this, but how dangerous is this digimon business right now?
Matt and Sora exclaimed sudden glances, alarmed glances and then looked back at Sora's father. Dad, it's all right, we know what we're doing, and it's all safe. They won't attack us...
Sora, I need to know. Her father sounded deadly serious.
Dad, I know that something's up, but I don't know why they're acting this way. I just don't. Sora looked confused at her father's sudden fervor.
Sora, I've had a long, bad, confusing day. Six of my colleagues that I saw at a meeting last month are now dead. A dozen friends of mine have gone underground to avoid the same fate. I, who am just a professor at a University, have just survived my first assassination attempt. His face had gone deadly pale.
We weren't told about that. Takei frowned at his older charge.
I wasn't told either. Professor Takenouchi tried to control his shaking hands. The first thing I knew about it was when a man with a sniper rifle fell down off of a ten story building. Adam is nothing if not thorough.
I wondered why he told you. Takei subsided for a moment.
I've discovered that I may be at the heart of an international conspiracy much more deadly than just anti-digimon rage. I've found out that the Japanese government thinks that I'm so important that they've ordered me to be watched over day and night. I've found out that five countries have spies in my laboratory, that four government agencies have agents in my workplace...
Six actually. Takei responded, smoothly and unruffled.
Whatever. That my colleagues overseas are meeting with 'accidents', that I have government agents trailing myself and my family, and hiding in my home. At this he gave Takei a penetrating look, but Takei simply ignored him. And that I might be one of the four most valuable people in all of Japan. In one day I've gone from being a simple professor to a key element in an international intelligence network. I don't have time to unravel your evasions. I want the truth out of you. Is there something going on or not?
Sora was at a loss for words. Matt's jaw was hanging open slackly. Dad...I...can you just come to that meeting we invited you to tomorrow evening. We'll explain things there if we can.
Professor Takenouchi stood up, his face still dark, but the worry somewhat eased.
Where is it? Takei asked, reaching under his jacket for the small communicator he always kept there.
At the apartment of this guy named...
At Adam's place. Professor Takenouchi interrupted.
Takei put the communicator back. That's okay. I wouldn't want to assault that place with a bloody army.
Oh man. Why do I have to go over this too? Davis mumbled.
Because it's a good exercise in problem solving. Adam replied, unless you would like to do algebra instead?
No. This is fine. Everybody laughed at Davis' hasty agreement. Adam had printed out ream after ream of data about the recent attacks, and had piled it haphazardly around his front room. Now the digidestined, school out, were standing around it, scratching their heads.
All you have to do is find the pattern. Izzy had already explained the theory of Tai's that there might be humans helping the evil digimon. Then we can go onto something more fun.
Well, I guess we should get started. TK shrugged and began to sort through the papers lying in the nearest pile.
You Mr. Hida can do something else if you wish. Adam turned to Cody.
Like what? Cody asked, sounding confused.
Adam gestured and moved across the room to the huge, paneled sliding doors on the other side. They slid soundlessly open at his touch, revealing a room filled with huge cabinets of elegant wood on all sides, surrounding a square cushioned mat. The room had a different air around it, as if it were separated from the rest of the apartment.
You can look at it all, and use anything racked in plastic. But remember, nothing racked in wood or metal. Adam told him in a warning tone, and then closed the door leaving Cody inside.
So let's get down to business. He smiled brightly and began to move papers out of the way.
Cody sat down on the mat in the middle of the room, wondering what Adam thought he would find interesting here. The cabinets around the room were the only thing there, and they tempted him, but his inbred manners kept him from looking into them. For about five minutes.
After all, Izzy had not called him a curious kid because of his looks.
Slowly he began to prowl around the room, examining each separate cabinet. The inspection did not tell him anything. He recognized the wood as polished mahogany, with a wonderful grain pattern, and extremely well fitted, but there was no other decoration. Brushing his hand against it lightly he quickly determined that it actually was as well polished as it looked, the finish so smooth it almost felt like cloth. Looking at the locks on the cabinets he realized it would be the work of a moment to open them, they were only handles with catches.
Cody stepped back and fingered his chin. After all, Adam had given him permission to look at them, so it was not as if he was prying. And he was really curious as to why Adam thought he would enjoy this room. Taking a deep breath he walked resolutely up to the first cabinet, the one farthest from the door and opened it.
And caught his breath.
There was the most spectacular display of weaponry that he had ever seen. It was quickly clear what Adam had meant about not using anything racked in metal and wood. There, either placed carefully in wooden carved holders or mounted on the wall were a variety of different weapons that gleamed when they were without sheaths. Cody recognized a Katana/Wakizashi set of splendid magnificence unsheathed ceremoniously in one corner, a particularly find Naginata standing upright in one corner, a broader bladed Kung-Fu sword from China on display, and a dozen other weapons he could not even name. Axes, something that looked like a mace, a set of daggers as long as his arm, something that looked like an old Roman Gladium that he had once seen in a museum. Each weapon was bright and polished, and there were dozens more, bladed ends down, embedded in slots in a thick wooden bottom that was as high as he was. Each weapons was also obviously functional. These were not for sparring, these were actual weapons, for killing. In the center, crossed ceremoniously, was a katana and the massive western-style longsword he himself had used in battle.
Opening the next cabinet to his left he found another collection, this time of solely oriental curved swords. This cabinet had a set of plastic racks in the front, looking like storage equipment from the local department store, in which were kept wooden and metal replicas of the real weapons. On the right side, the cabinet contained straight bladed swords, with their imitation counterparts. Moving around the room, gazing fascinated into the many different cabinets Cody found polearms, archery equipment, polished, gleaming axes, maces, a few flails, a set of oddly shaped knives and weapons he could not even place.
Carefully he took a practice long sword out of its rack and swung it a few times, getting used to the balance. It was completely different from the kendo gear he was used to, but he admired the weight of it, and carefully, enthralled by the artistry of the sword, and the effort that had gone into making it, he began to move up and down the floor in a kendo pattern, and let the blade take over.
I don't get it. Yolei threw her arms up, maps of Tokyo littering her working space. She had been trying to find a geographical pattern to the attacks but was having no luck at all, was able to do nothing. The patterns looked haphazard to her.
Maybe if we had more data. Ken suggested, looking over her shoulder and shrugging. But then again, maybe not.
So what does this tell us? Kari asked from where she was sitting next to TK. She was looking through the archives of pictures from the attacks that she had found, and had so far discovered nothing. Every time she looked it looked just like a normal street in Tokyo to her. TK was not having much luck with his pile of photographs. Ken shrugged again and returned to the pile of budget reports and damage reports from that attacks. Izzy had not budged from his computer for quite a while, examining every computerized piece of data he could find. Davis was examining the brochures about the events quite carefully, while Adam was painstakingly trying to recreate the actual sequence of events from copies of the police witness accounts.
A big fat nothing. Izzy replied, leaning back.
Hmmm....I'm up for a break. Anybody want something to drink? Adam stood up and moved into his kitchenette, looking through the refrigerator curiously.
Yolei responded quickly. What do you have?
I have what looks like Coke, orange juice, apple juice, cold water, some kind of mixed juice I don't remember, and about a million and one gallons of sports drink.
Yolei rolled her eyes at his selection. How about some Coke?
Adam removed a bottle with the familiar red and white label, and looked around. Anybody else?
Kari and TK looked at him.
I'll take some orange juice. Izzy volunteered, not turning around.
Me too. Ken volunteered.
Right you are. Three cokes and two orange juices coming up now. Adam went back to carefully getting out five glasses and pouring into them.
Well, there are some similarities. Davis pondered the brochure he was looking at now carefully. "They all have live music at these events somewhere.
That's not much help. There's a lot of that in Tokyo. TK responded.
Let's see. They all have permission from the Tokyo Metro Government. Davis squinted at the page. They all have connections to the Japanese Red Cross as a charity foundation...
That's probably not important. Ken replied.
They have some similar sponsors. Here we go, Mitsubishi sponsored five of the seven events. Fuji sponsored five also, but a different set of five. Davis sorted through another brochure. This bank, Nippon International, managed to sponsor six. And this company, Saffron Corporation managed to sponsor seven.
Adam dropped the glass he was pouring into.
For a moment absolute silence reigned in the apartment. The digidestined were staring at the shattered glass on the counter and puddle of orange juice spreading around the bottom. The sliding door opened and Cody stuck his head out. But Adam did not seem to care, he was only staring at Davis with an intent, almost killer expression on his face.
What did you say? The words came out glacially slow and dangerously, hard as iron, cold as ice.
S...s...Saffron Corporation... Davis stammered, alarmed at this sudden change.
And have you ever heard of the Saffron Corporation before now? Adam thundered, his voice still dangerous.
No sir. Kari muttered.
I see...I think I have to go ask some questions. Ken, you said you had taken self defense before. Did you really do thorough training?
Yes sir. Ken replied.
Good. Look for anything you can find on Saffron Corporation. Look for anything you can find on the attacks. Izzy, when you said that you were going to have some adults over tonight and you were going to explain this whole affair to me, were you by any chance inviting either Professor Takenouchi or Mr. Ishida?
I invited both of them. Izzy was staring at him with wide eyes.
Good...I think we'll have a little talk with them, and with you later. You might want to get some of your digimon over here too. Can you contact them?
Then you might want to do it. Adam was picking up pieces of things, keys, wallet, and a few black pouches that Izzy had not noticed before. Finally, as he got his shoes on, he stepped back into the room and came around to stand in front of Ken.
And I'm going to double lock the door. If anyone tried to break in before I get back... He shook his head. Well, I suppose that you kids might be able to take care of yourself anyway. He raised a cell phone to his head. Heihachiro, I need you tell the Ministry of Justice that the you-know-what just hit the fan. I think it did at least. Then I want three extra security teams at my apartment. I think it's time to pull in the welcome mat and break out the heavy armament. From now on, everyone is to go dressed to kill and loaded for bear. He put the cell phone away even as he checked the status of a revolver that seemed as big as a truck that he had pulled out of his jacket.
Yolei managed to stammer out.
Adam paused in the act of opening the door. I think that you might actually be in more trouble than I am, and that makes me worried.
Takei paused in the act of driving Professor Takenouchi to his evening meeting with his daughter. He and Jim were oddly subdued today, still probably wrapping their minds around yesterday's revelations, but that was not what worried him. What worried him was that his radio was crackling.
Takei here. He muttered into it.
Buttercup, Gold Rose, Triangle. The radio crackled and then went dead.
He swore under his breath, causing Professor Takenouchi and Jim to jump just a little. This is car four-one. Request escort.
This is Mainframe. Escort on the way. Follow the nice police car.
Roger that. Bullfinch out.
What's wrong? Professor Takenouchi demanded.
Nothing. That was the code that tells us that something's up more than it should be, that your kids may be deeper involved in this than we thought, and that we may be about neck deep in shit.
Three codes for a warning? Jim asked quietly.
No, the last one is to remind us to reload.
Mr. Ishida pulled his van into the apartment building's parking lot, and stepped out next to Mr. Hida who had waited for him to park. He was only mildly surprised to see the old man there, and was more resigned now to what he was about to here.
You too? Mr. Hida asked.
Yeah. Why do I get the feeling that my kids are getting in trouble again?
They are fine individuals.
I know, I just get nervous whenever they start trying to get themselves killed while trying to save the world. Mr. Ishida turned around. Good evening Professor, Jim.
Jim greeted them curtly, glancing at the black-suited man following them.
I guess I'll wait here. The man in the black suit bowed, and then prowled off into the rows of parked cars.
Who was... Mr. Ishida began.
My driver. Professor Takenouchi responded curtly.
Ah. Moving up in the world are we? Mr. Ishida asked. His only reply was a grunt.
By the time the four adults, Adam and Master Ishiguro were in and seated, Izzy had managed to prepare his thoughts, and was ready to give his presentation to the others, who looked ready to receive it.
He started with the story. The full story. Everything, everything everyone remembered from that fight in Highton View Terrace when they were only babies to that fateful summer camp, to the battle for Odaiba, to the Dark Masters. Then TK took over, speaking calmly about the battle with Diaboromon and then about the battles they had faced with the arrival of the digimon emperor, and the final showdown with MaloMyostismon. Throughout it their parents and associates remained shocked, staring only blankly at the tales of heroism and courage. Finally Ken and Tai took over and they explained, in painstaking detail, their latest journey, everything they knew, everything they had found out so far, and about Khartan's emergence into the real world. At the end Izzy gave them the rundown of what was happening, where it was happening and why.
At the end it was Adam who spoke up. Well, this certainly explains some things.
I'm sorry we kept this from you. Izzy confessed, bowing apologetically.
No, you were right to do so. Adam returned the bow, but his face was grim. I don't know what to do now, but it does clear up a lot of mysteries. Master Ishiguro nodded.
Like what? Yolei asked, but now Professor Takenouchi and Mr. Hida were looking just as grim as Adam. Adam sighed, and turned toward Mr. Ishida.
Today your kids found a correlation between the attacks recently and an organization known as Saffron Corporation. Do you know anything about them?
Mr. Ishida suddenly went as pale as a sheet, he looked honestly as terrified as TK and Matt had ever seen him. After a moment he managed to stammer out No, I have no idea...
Adam shrugged as if to say that this was of no import. Anyway, Saffron Corporation is a dummy corporation, owned by an organization known as Utopia Corp. There's a lot of internet stuff that suspects them of being some shadowy organization bent on controlling the world and stuff.
Mr. Ishida seemed to deflate after a moment.
Anyway, I did have an encounter with them once. At this village called White Springs down in sub-Saharan Africa...
Mr. Ishida thrust upward, upending the coffee table and sending paper showering everywhere. His eyes were wild this time. You know! He yelled, pointing at Adam accusingly.
Yes, I know. Adam's voice was level. Matt and TK were staring at their father, who was now looking so different that they could barely identify him as their dad.
But if they ever find out...
Adam gestured around. This room is swept for bugs three times a day. The glass on the window to the balcony is a special glass that prevents sound waves from coming through clearly, and inhibits the ability of others to read lips through it. It is also bulletproof. The door looks wooden, but has a grade A steel core. There are five motion detectors covering the outside hallways, two security interlocks backing up the normal alarms. Hideo here has been over every corner of the building, and there seems to be no way to break in. It is reinforced enough to survive most truck bomb blasts, and this particular apartment is specially armored to prevent lucky penetrations with portable artillery weapons. If Takei was kind enough to stay and prowl the lower levels we have seven armed agents within the building itself, and I Adam raised the corner of his jacket to reveal two large and dangerous looking handguns. ...am hardly unarmed. You are completely safe here. I think it's time for the truth to come out.
Then maybe it is. Mr. Ishida stood up, hands trembling, but resolute. Maybe it is.