So I'll leave this for another day. Maybe tomorrow.
Okay, it's tomorrow. well, here goes.
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Digimon Zero Two
Digital Agent
Chapter Seven
Rescue Mission
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Digital World, Forest area, 1237 hours, yada yada yada...
About two hours later, the group came across a stream. Yes. Another one. Really.
"So what are we looking for again?" Agumon questioned jokingly.
"Kari! And that other guy with the funny hat." Gatomon yelled at him.
"Okay, okay. Geez, it was just a joke." he grumbled.
"If it's so funny, then how come I'm not laughing?" she growled.
"Okay, that was a bad idea."
"Ya think?" Gatomon said. "Wait..." she sniffed the air. "Something's not right."
She looked around for something, something that wasn't there. Just something in the air that no one else could smell. A very strange odour, something she didn't recognise. Like a combination of perfume, Veemon, acid, pheromones, and, strangely enough, tuna.
"Hmm... there's something fishy about this place." Mark murmured.
"Yeah. Tuna." Gatomon responded.
"What?" Tom asked.
"Wait a second..." Gatomon stroked her chin (well, you know what I mean), and turned to her right. She spied a projectile heading straight for them.
"RUN!" she shouted.
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T.K.
T.K. muttered to himself. "Sixteen shots, that's all that's left?"
He fully loaded two of them, and filled the last one with the remaining four. Not a lot, but better than waving an empty machine gun. He felt a sudden jolt, and realised that the truck had come to a stop. He quickly jumped into a crate that he had earlier emptied. Into another crate. Really.
After several minutes, he poked his head out. No one was there, so he got out of the truck. He was in a hangar of some sort. A few Abrams tanks, not quite what he expected. A few Humvees, APCs. US Military. He didn't know there were more surprises to come.
He noted the guards. Five five sixers and pineapples. He groaned, albeit quietly. At least it was dimly lit. A kid with a yellow shirt, a nice hat and three revolvers would've stuck out like a sore thumb. He headed for the nearest door.
A couple of guards were chattering about "monsters" and "weapons" and "vodka". He eyed the television sets. No, monitors. The cameras feeded live coloured images to the monitors, along with convenient labels. Storage, tank hangar, radio tower, provisions, cells, laboratory... cells! Kari was in a sort of jailcell, number 13. She was stripped of her Digivice, her camera, and her gloves. Her face was somewhat distorted. Maybe it was the poor image quality, maybe it was the atmosphere. Whatever it was, it made T.K. feel a sudden surge of emotions. Pain, fear, worry, sadness, fury etc.. He maintained his self control and told himself not to kill the two guards. He noted a map of the building and snatched it. He then hurried into the next room.
He noted the scattered random objects, a Ghost Recon: Island Thunder (mmm, deodorant!) DVD, an empty clip, a bowl of fruits, a pile of randomly assorted papers, and a Russian ration. However, only one, well, two things instantly caught his eye, Kari's camera and gloves! He stared at them for a moment, then grabbed them, and, checking the map, opened the ventilation duct specified on the map. T.K. took a torch and entered the small opening, then closed the vent behind him.
He crawled through quickly, making sure not to make too much noise. After a few minutes, he came across an opening, blocked by a vent cover. He looked down. There were a couple of sentries down there. They were talking.
"...just opened the ventilation ducts. They're about to start spraying for rats."
"Really? That's odd, considering that we're in the Internet."
"Yeah. Oh, remember to tell the guard to check the cells. See if the captured Digimon and the girl is still there."
"Did something happen?"
"Yes. There's been an intrusion."
"Really?"
"Yea. He's killed three people."
"He's killed THREE people."
"Yeah. He used a knife."
"How come no one saw him?"
"We just got in here, remember? Didn't get time to set-up any surveillance cams or anything."
"Oh. Anyway, I'd better go call him."
T.K. was sweating. And not just because it was hot. 'A knife? There's an intruder besides me?'
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Back in the forest...
Everyone scattered as the rocket came in closer. It hit the ground and exploded, frying a couple of nearby trees and sent some of the group flying. Tai, Izzy, Gatomon, Mark and Tom groaned simultaneously.
"What was that?" Mark queried.
"Everyone okay?" Dan asked.
As the dust cleared, Patamon noted a figure coming in closer towards them. He stared at it for a few seconds.
"Who's there?" Tom aimed his rifle at it. "Answer me!"
Patamon gazed at it and wondered. 'Why do ALL the bad guys first appear as a shadow or figure or something? Stupid author.'
It appeared. He looked down at them, and dropped a rocket launcher.
"So you're the ones the boss keeps talking about."
"And you?" Dan questioned.
"Special operations Firefox."
"Mercenaries." Edward noted.
"If you like, but I prefer bounty hunter."
"And who's head are you after?"
"Could be yours."
Patamon stared at him. He was dark, and had a medium build. His hair was short and brown, and he had a weird outfit. No need for details. Yet.
"Well how bout it?" he drew a magnum, and pointed it at Tom.
Dan rushed forward. He grabbed his arm and tried to remove the magnum. It flew away but he countered, twisted Dan's arm and threw him onto the ground.
"CQC eh? Yeah, I remember my special forces training. Those were the days."
Tom aimed his gun at him. He turned around and kicked it out of his hand. It was in the air a second and landed in the river.
"Now, now. Let's play fair." the Jackal drew a P90. He fired at Edward, who ducked behind a tree. Bullets ricocheted.
Edwards soldier sense was kicking in. 'I can't fire a rocket, I'll hit the others. If I drop the launcher, he might be able to take it. If I keep it, I can't fight him hand to hand.'
Agumon, Tentomon, and Patamon attacked him simultaneously with their long range attacks. Patamon's Boom Bubble hit home. It sent him flying backwards. Tentomon and Agumon rushed forward.
"Damn." he grunted, and did a spinning kick. He hit Tentomon in the face and sent him into the river.
"You're tough." Agumon said. He leapt onto the Jackal, who turned around in time to fire a dozen rounds at Agumon. Agumon fell backwards. They hadn't penetrated. Looks like his thick skin was also literal. However, the impact had an effect. Several somethings cracked.
"See? You're all nothing but..." he stopped suddenly. Tai had jumped out from behind a tree and was in a shootdodge move. He fired. The two handguns were noisy.
Three bullets hit. Crimson stains appeared in his uniform as he yelled.
"Lieutenant!" several infantrymen appeared in the distance.
"Let's get outta here!" Edward shouted. He dragged them away. Not literally, of course.
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T.K.
T.K. considered his options. There weren't many. Head for the cells and rescue Kari, or run away like a little girl. He decided to go after Kari.
But when he peeked through the grating later on, if he wasn't mistaken, there were at least four guards down that corridor. Four armed guards. And a rat. He was going to have to revise his strategy.
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Patamon, Gatomon, Tai, Izzy, etc...
"I think we lost 'em." Izzy heaved. He checked outside. There was no one there.
"Phew." Agumon breathed.
"What are we gonna do now?" Tai sighed.
They found a house in the middle of nowhere. Mahogany, a few chairs outside. Inside, a few bedrooms, bathroom, kitchen, mostly normal. It seemed in pretty good shape, so they hid there. Strangely, the troops ran right past the house.
"Well, we've got no other options. We've gotta report back to base. They'll think of something." Edward said.
"What! What about Kari and T.K.?" Patamon responded.
"Think about it. We have no idea where they are, or where T.K. is headed, or even if they're still alive." Gatomon flinched at his words "We're limited to just so many guns, and most of us are injured. Severe burns, bruises, broken bones, lacerations, and all we've got are plastres and painkillers. And plasters don't do much good on burns. The odds are against us. We can't go exploring now. If we call HQ, we'll have better chances of finding your friends." Edward said.
"But how are we going to contact them? All the equipment was trashed, and the D-Terminals aren't responding." Gatomonreminded him.
"Guess what? We came in through a portal not so far from here." Tom grinned.
"The digiport!" Izzy exclaimed.
"Who wants coffee?" Dan asked.
"No thanks." Edward replied.
"I'll have some." Agumon said.
"We're just going to leave them here?" Tai questioned.
"Leave them where? In this house? At the river? In my underwear?" Dan asked.
He sighed. "You're right."
"Damn well right I am. Now let's get the hell outta here. I don't like GSA infested forests." Dan grabbed the rifle.
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I got this interesting request from thedigitalrailroader the other day. Heh heh. He wanted me to include the Rainbow team from Tom Clancy's Rainbox Six. Well, sorry tdrr. I don't really play rainbow six (I heard Ding Chavez, played part one, quit. Counter Strike is more fun to me. Dunno y.) and I kinda don't know where to put it in. Yet. Mayb in later stories. Or if u really want it.
Well, that's it. I decided I should leave it like that for now, for a number of reasons. One, if I keep on going (writers block), I'll never finish this chapter. Two, if I don't finish that report by tomorrow, she's gonna pour acid on me. Three, I really REALLY gotta go to the bathroom! Ciao!