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Chapter 4

Yamachi's Plan

Roy woke up later, his head pounding. He tried to move, but found his hands and feet were bound. He realized he was lying on a table and that there were many different tubes that had been inserted into his skin. Nothing was going through them, but he had a bad feeling that sooner or later, something would be. He lifted his head and saw the walls of the room were lined with tall machines and computers. The many read outs on the screens showing different figures, some he guessed were his heart beat and other vital signs.

Roy was about to shout out something when he heard a door open and close. From behind him foot steps sounded on the hard floor. A few moments later Yamachi walked around the table and said, "Good, you're awake."

Roy strained against the restraints as he said, "What is the meaning of this. This is child cruelty. I will have you in jail faster then you can blink."

Yamachi shook his head as he said, "I doubt that."

Roy continued to strain against the restraints as he said, "So, what are you planning to do with me?"

Yamachi turned and looked out the soul window in the room as he said, "You are going to be my weapon against the abominations."

Roy grunted as he said, "Abominations?"

Yamachi nodded his head as he said, "In the network created by all electronic devices a world exists. This world is inhabited by creatures that are called Digimon. I assume you have heard of the card game, well those are the creatures that inhabit that digital world. They are infections in the digital network, and they are trying to infect the real world. They bioemerge in clouds of data, and start to terrorize the world."

Roy stopped trying to break free of his restraints as he looked over at Yamachi and said, "Then how come the news hasn't gotten a hold of this."

Yamachi played with his silver lighter as he said, "The power of my connections in the media and three children with their pet digimon. One is a boy name Takato and he has a pet called Guilmon. Another is a boy name Henry with a digimon called Terriermon. Finally, there is a girl, Rika Nonaka, and her digimon Renamon. They are abominations as well, and when the time comes you will destroy them as well."

Roy eyes widened and he began to struggle against his restraints with a renewed energy. Yamachi saw him struggling as he said, "Don't bother, those restraints are tested to hold 1,000 pounds of pressure. I doubt that an elephant could break free of them."

Roy continued to grunt as he said, "I don't care. I am not an assassin or killer. If anything I am a protector and will not fight someone I seek to protect."

Yamachi smiled as he said, "Well, you won't really have a choice in the matter."

Roy tried to fight the bonds with all his strength as he said, "Why me? Why not someone else or yourself?"

Yamachi stopped smiling as he said, "You are the ideal subject for four good reasons. One, you have no living family. Two, the only friends you might have had are at the orphanage, and no digimon have ever bioemerged in that area of the city. With out any relationships with the outer world, it is easy to make it seem like you never existed. Three, you have superior fighting skill which you demonstrated when you fought of those bank robbers. Four, you are the oldest orphan in the city. You are the most mature mentally and physically."

Roy stopped struggling against his restraints as he gasped for air and said, "You have yet to tell me what you are planning to do with me?"

Yamachi headed for the door as he said, "We are first going to pump you with raw digimon data. This should give you the power of a digimon with out turning you into a digimon. Second, we will implant a control program. The program will communicate with a tracking collar we will put around your neck. With those two things in place you will be my little puppet. You will not be able to resist my orders at all."

Roy looked at Yamachi with terror, this guy was crazy. He saw Yamachi was about to leave as he said, "Why don't you just turn me into a digimon, level the playing field."

Yamachi turned and his sunglasses reflected all the light in the room making them glow as he said, "Simple, making you a digimon would make you harder to control. The data in a digimon can begin to counter the control program, and we can't have that. We could if we wanted. All we would have to do is introducing a small piece of digimon data, but trust me. I won't allow that to happen." Yamachi then turned and left the room. He closed the door behind him and a few seconds later some blue liquid began to flow through the tubes and into Roy's body.

Roy thrashed about trying to get free, but he knew he couldn't. He ran through everything Yamachi had said. He had to find someway to foil Yamachi's plan. He just couldn't allow himself to become that mad man's attack dog. Roy then got struck with an idea begin to counteract the control program. If that happened he might be able to resist Yamachi's control, but where could he get some digimon data. Roy then looked up and remembered the handkerchief half that he had used to bandage Renamon's wound. There were still a few spots of blood on it, meaning that there was still some data in it. His hands were secured next to his pocket and he was able to pull out the handkerchief. He thought about it a second and then remembered he had a penny in his pocket. After pulling it out, he wrapped the penny in the handkerchief.

He judged the distance as best he could and tried to guess how far he needed to throw the handkerchief. He thought about it a few seconds before he gave the penny and handkerchief a toss. It was going to fly too far, but as it passed over his head he lunged his head forward and caught the corner of the handkerchief with his teeth. This was the only way to get the data in his body. He took the handkerchief into his mouth and then, with difficulty, swallowed it. He gagged a bit about eating someone else's blood, but it was his only hope.

In the room next to the one where Roy was, Yamachi and some common technicians watched the many monitors. The one Yamachi was watching personally was the data saturation scan. On the black screen was an outline of a human body, and it was slowly filling with blue data. He smiled when the blue data filled the entire frame and he turned and said, "Good, now begin implanting the control program in." A few seconds later, red data began to fill the outline as the control program began to enter Roy's body and mix with the raw data, taking a grasp on Roy's mind. Yamachi smiled as the control program reached its saturation limit, and he stood up to go check on his new weapon. If he had stayed a few more minutes he would have noticed a small speck of green, unknown data, had been detected in Roy's body.

Roy suddenly began to feel calm, and he started to lose the felling in his legs. Soon, he couldn't move his arms or legs. He was still able to turn his head, and he saw that the blue liquid that was flowing into him was now red. He sighed, he knew that it was the control program, and he was now at Yamachi's mercy. As if on cue Yamachi entered the room and watched as the last bit of data liquid flowed through the tubes. He then pulled a set of keys out of his pocket and smiled as he said, "Here, let me help you with those restraints."

As Yamachi unlocked the restraints while some technicians came in with some equipment. They put some sensors on Roy's body and began to check his systems. While some were doing that Yamachi unlocked the final restraint. He put the keys back in his pocket and pulled three items out of his pocket. It was two bracelets and a small block. Yamachi motioned over toward the technicians and one of them bent over Roy's head and put a half inch thick collar on his neck with four small metal electrodes on it. The electrodes scratched Roy's skin until Yamachi walked over and put the small box over top where the four electrodes were and pushed hard. Roy felt the electrodes enter his body and he also heard the sound of the small box clicking into place.

Yamachi stood up and then slipped the two bracelets onto Roy's wrists, one on each arm. Yamachi looked Roy over a second before he smiled and nodded toward the group of technicians. Roy felt the electrodes in his neck begin to release an electrical charge, and suddenly he felt like a prisoner in his own body. He could not control any part of his body, it was as if he had stepped back from a large window and could now see the frame. The view threw his eyes was now framed with a thick line of black. He could still feel everything. Suddenly a mirror appeared in his mind, in the blackness. Maybe it was the control the program or his subconscious. He looked in the mirror and saw that his mental body was chained up, securely bound to a pure white wall that stood alone in the blackness. There had to be a hundred different chains, enough that they complete covered that mental image of himself. He looked back threw the two windows that showed him what he normally saw. He knew he could still hear perfectly because he heard Yamachi said, "Now, sit up."

Roy's body did as it was told and he sat up on the table and turned. He then hung his legs off the side and looked off in the distance. Yamachi smiled as he looked over his accomplishment. He then turned to his technicians and said, "Now, take him to the room we have prepared. Put some food out and then order him to eat, tend to any other bodily functions, and then go to sleep."

One of the technicians nodded as he grabbed Roy by the shoulder and lead him out of the room. As they walked down the hall, Roy could see the outside. All he would have to do is make a break for it and he could be free, but it was hopeless. No matter how badly he wanted too, he couldn't do anything. His mind had been taken out of control, and he didn't know how to put it back in control.

The next morning a technician came in at 7:00 and woke Roy up. He gave him some clothes and told him to get dress and told him to head to the room at the end of the hall. The clothes were a pair of black parachute pants, black running shoes, a black long sleeve shirt, a black belt with a loop for a sword and a pair of black sunglasses.

In ten minutes Roy was dressed and he walked down the hall. He was like a zombie, but what do you expect when a computer program is the thing controlling the body. What do you expect when Roy was a prisoner in his own body? He went into the room and saw Yamachi and a few technicians standing in the room next door behind a foot of glass. At the other end of the room was a cage, and in it was a digimon. If Roy was right, it was an Ogermon. The Ogermon noticed him and smiled as he said, "Oh goody, fresh meat."

Yamachi's voice came over a speaker just below the window that separated the two rooms. He said, "Roy, from now on you are going to be called agent Slayer. Now, pick up the sword sitting in the corner, secure the sheath to your belt, and then use the sword to fight this digimon." Roy didn't say a word, though his mind was fighting to take control. He didn't want to take another life. He would not be like that kidnapper who had killed his parents.

Roy tried, but his body took hold of the sword and placed it in the belt loop. He then pulled it out. It was a simple broad sword. Double sided with a very basic handle. He held it up and then took a firm grip on it as he moved toward the caged Ogermon. Yamachi smiled from behind the glass and pressed a button on the console in front of him. The cage opened and Ogermon leapt at Roy. No sooner had the Ogermon leapt up did Roy have his sword through the digimon's gut. He then pulled it out and let the digimon fall to the floor. He raised the blade up, and with no emotion on his face he cut off the pour creatures head off. The digimon broke into data, and the bits flew into nothing ness. Roy put the sword back in its sheath as Yamachi said, "Very good, now return to your room. You may keep yourself entertained with some pencil and paper until I call you. When I call for you, listen to my instructions and then follow them."

Roy nodded his head as he turned to leave, blood splatter still on his face. He walked down the hall and went into the room where he would be kept like a weapon in an armory. Suddenly, the control program weakened its control and Roy could control his limbs. He quickly reached up and took the sunglasses off, intending to throw them against the far wall and smash them. Suddenly, the control program took over and instead of throwing the glasses against the far wall he gently set them down on a table beside the futon that was his bed.

Roy realized, though he had some control, the program still was censoring his thoughts. Preventing him from doing certain things. He went into the small attached bathroom and washed the blood splatter of his face. He looked into the mirror, and saw he still could not control his face. He could not utter a word unless Yamachi asked him to say something, and he could not smile or frown. He could do nothing to relieve the pain he was feeling from taking another things life. He left the bath room and sat down on the futon. He reached over to the notepad and pen. He took them up and tried to right a letter, hoping to tell someone he needed help. He couldn't though; the control program was keeping him from doing it.

Roy stared at the paper, and then got an idea. He thought he would practice his cursive, and just write a few letters to practice it, and the control program let him do it. He took as much time as he could, trying to make the letters as legible as he could, having the most atrocious cursive hand writing you had ever seen. It took him most of the day to write the short letter. He had to separate the writing of each part enough that the control program wouldn't realize what he was doing. When the sun was setting he finished the note. He then thought about folding it into a paper airplane to throw out the window. The control program stopped him at that.

Roy thought about it a second and then thought about just folding the paper into an airplane shape. Surprisingly the control program took control and folded a perfect paper airplane. He stood up, the paper airplane still on the futon and thought about just opening the window to get some air. Roy smiled on the inside as he was able to open the window. All he had to do is separate his actions, and he could get close to getting a message out. He went back to the futon and picked up the plane. He then walked up to the window and paused. How could he get the program to let him throw it out the window, and where should he try and direct it?

After thinking about it for a few seconds he smiled. He thought about throwing the paper airplane so it would poke Renamon in the ear. He smiled as the program took control and seemed to make some very advanced calculations. He then reared back and threw the paper airplane. Roy watched as it floated on the wind. The letter had been very vague, a word at best, but that was because the control program had been censoring the letter. He only hopped that it would be enough to let Renamon, heck anyone, know he needed help.

Roy watched the plan float out of sight before he turned and went to lay down on his futon. All he could do now was sleep, and hope this was all a bad dream.

The airplane floated on the light breeze outside as it descended into Shinjuku Park. It floated threw the branches, but instead of hitting Renamon like Roy had hopped, it hit a small white In-Training digimon in the head. Calamon turned and looked at the paper airplane. He was about to throw it until he noticed something written on the side. He couldn't tell what it said, but he wanted to know.

Calamon fluffed out his ears to their full size and floated on a breeze. He floated until he reached the tall building where he knew Terriermon and his partner spent most of their time. He floated up to the window and saw Terriermon and Henry asleep on the bed. Calamon tapped on the window for a few minutes before Terriermon stirred and looked up at him. Calamon was doing a very anxious dance, and against his better judgment Terriermon woke Henry up.

Henry groaned a bit as he said, "Terriermon, it is too early."

Terriermon poked Henry with his ear again as he said, "I know, but Calamon is outside your window with a piece of paper. I think it's important."

Henry let out a loud groan as he stood up and flicked the light on. He rubbed his eye as he walked over to the window and opened it. Calamon came in and landed beside Terriermon on the bed as he said, "Hi."

Henry cracked his back as he said, "What is it Calamon, it's late."

Calamon held up the paper airplane and said, "Can you tell me what this says here on the side of the plane."

Henry bent down and took the paper airplane from Calamon and looked at the writing. He read it a couple times before his eyes flew open. Renamon's name was written on the side of the airplane. Henry looked at the top and noticed that the wings had been seal together by a black sticker. He turned to Calamon and said, "Where did you get this?"

Calamon scratched his head as he said, "I was sitting in the park when it hit me in the head. Why, what does it say?"

Henry looked at the paper airplane as he said, "It says Renamon, and there is a seal on it. It is as if the airplane is a message to her."

Terriermon was completely awake as he said, "Who would send a message to Renamon. She is as sociable as a porcupine in a balloon factory."

Henry nodded as he said, "It is strange, but I don't think we should open it. If Renamon found out, you can imagine what she would do."

Terriermon raised his head, but soon shook it as he started to think about Renamon kicking his butt. He looked up at Henry as he said, "So, what do we do with it?"

Henry set it on top of his desk as he turned back to the bed and said, "We'll deal with it in the morning." Henry then picked Calamon up and gently placed him outside the window. He then flicked the light off and went back to bed. Calamon shrugged his non existent shoulders as he said, "Oh well. I should see if Guilmon wants to play tag." With that Calamon opened his ears and caught a breeze, hoping Guilmon would be in a more playful mood then Henry and Terriermon.