Yamaki's Plan

Zero-Alpha

Terriermon stared up at the behemoth that was Guilmon. Well, he's a behemoth to me, he thought. After all I'm one and a half feet tall; he's over 6'5''.

Guilmon had been having meaningless nightmares lately. So it had fallen upon Terriermon to look after him during the night, seeing that Henry or Takato's parents wouldn't let them out at night to see to their digimon. The kid's parents had accepted the existence of the digimon a few months ago; although Henry suggested to Takato that they keep the battles between other digimon a secret. Takato had exclaimed in agreement that if his mom found out that he had been fighting, he would probably get grounded for a year. But the Wongs' and the Matsukis' still thought of digimon as wild animals or pets, not as sentient creatures.

The dinosaur snored loudly, indicating that no bad dreams bothered him tonight. Terriermon shivered and wrapped a blanket tightly around his small body. He looked up at Guilmon and smiled. He was a good friend, really. Sometimes a little slow, and more often a little scary, but he had a good heart. Plus he was fun to tease. There was also something special about the big guy, maybe because he made Terriermon laugh, or maybe it was because he was his only digimon friend. The small digimon yawned and tried to fight sleep, but it was no use. His heavy eyelids refused to stay open, so he lay down next to his friend. His vision blurred with weariness and his eyes slowly began to close.

Guilmon suddenly awoke and shot up where he lay.

"Waaahhhhh!" Terriermon screamed in fright at the sudden movement. Guilmon silenced him by wrapping his huge claws around his entire face.

"Shhh!" Guilmon whispered, "Can't you hear it?"

"Wohwifwohanohwhyfahs!" Terriermon attempted to say.

"What?" he let go of his counterpart to hear what he was saying.

"I said, 'Not with your hands on my face,' no I cannot hear it." But Guilmon was concentrating on something elsewhere. Terriermon listened to. There was something out there. But nothing ever came near Guilmon's hut, or the surrounding forest, these days. Takato and Henry had made it out to be haunted with a little help from their digimon. Guilmon began to sniff at the air, a puzzled expression on his face.

"Can you smell anything?" Terriermon asked.

"It's strange. It's not a digimon, but it's too noisy to be a human. What do you think it is?"

"There's only one way to find out."

10101010

Yamaki strode into the room with a look of deep satisfaction on his face. The investigatory team had found biological samples of one of the Wild One's from the fight that had taken place five days ago. It had taken a while for Hypnos's top scientists to mark the creature's DNA as there was nothing like it that had previously existed on earth. But through pure concentration and dedication, the head scientist had been able to safely approach Yamaki and report the good news.

"Riley!" he called up to his chief system operator. "How goes the tracer program?"

"Downloads fully completed. Tracer accuracy at 68 percent," she replied confidently.

"Excellent. Load this into the program, then launch it." Yamaki tossed a cheap USB memory stick up to her which she caught one handed.

"Sir, might I suggest that you wait until the accuracy is at a higher level?" she suggested. Yamaki looked at her and explained that he intended to get rid of this computer game nonsense once and for all and that he would prefer to do it sooner rather than later. Riley quietly obliged, and began loading the information into the tracer. Yamaki then turned to Tally.

"I need you to prepare a zero-alpha assault team, and I want them ready in twenty minutes."

"But sir!" Tally exclaimed, "We're not permitted to launch that type of assault without the authorization of the Prime Minister!"

"Well the Prime Minister doesn't need to know, does he?"

"But sir-!" Tally tried to disagree again, but Yamaki stopped her.

"Twenty minutes!" he yelled. He then pulled up a visual of both of the system operators' progress, to make sure that neither of them tried to contact an outsider to report their boss's radical requests. For several minutes, the only sound that filled the room was the tapping of keyboards and the flick of Yamaki's lighter.

"I have a lock on the DNA signature you gave me, it's in Shinjuku Park."

"And the assault team is ready, with additional support to secure the park," the operators reported. Yamaki closed his lighter and stowed it in his pocket.

"Get me in contact with the zero-alpha leader," he said as he fitted a communication device into his ear. There was a short crackling then a male voice came over the static.

"Lieutenant Sotomai at your command, Sir!"

"Lieutenant, are you familiar with Shinjuku Park?" Yamaki asked. The soldier answered in the affirmative. "You will be transported there as soon as possible. Your mission is to seek out and destroy two very dangerous creatures. One is red, white, and about 7 feet tall. The other is very small but has large ears. They may attempt to talk to you but you must remember that these animals are extremely dangerous and are not in any way to be reasoned with. If, by chance, you encounter any children, or any other civilians, you are to cease fire immediately. Also, I am uploading a program into your units that rejects program updates. If these creatures begin to change you must activate the program. Do you understand?"

"Change in what way?" the military man sounded slightly puzzled.

"Morph, grow, evolve. Anything supernatural. Remember, these things are not terrestrial creatures."

"Yes, sir!"

"Good. A security team has already surrounded the area blocking all civilian access. You should have no trouble. We'll stay in touch."

"Thank you, sir. Sotomai out!"

10101010

A Zero-Alpha Assault Team comprises of four specially trained and handpicked soldiers from the Japanese army. Only a limited number of people are aware of the existence of zero-alpha; the Japanese Prime Minister, Mitsuo Yamaki, twelve other high ranking officials and generals, and of course the twenty-five soldiers trained how to use the equipment. According to the Japanese government, zero-alpha does not exist. And every other government in the world believes that the existence of zero-alpha is a myth. It is possibly the world's best kept, but at the same time worst kept secret.

During the development of the zero-alpha project, the Japanese officials and generals involved sat down and thought hard and honestly about how to hide this new military faction from the rest of the world. The answer was complicated yet affective, and extremely unorthodox. First of all, a number of pages were added to some of the most infamous conspiracy websites on the planet, stating that the Japanese army had developed robotic armoured suits known as 'mechs'. A skilled soldier could fit into one of these 'mechs' and control it from the inside. At about eight to nine feet tall, a 'mech' was basically a futuristic suit of armour. As this story was featured on the same kind of website that openly declared the falsity of the first moon landing, it was immediately dismissed by all governments, especially the USA.

A few years later, the 'mechs' reappeared in a Japanese Manga show in cartoon form and became a popular commodity in a number of Manga shows and movies such as 'Ghost in the Shell'. The slightest possibility of a 'mech' actually existing was dismissed hastily by all concerned governments. Little did anyone know, was that those Manga's featuring the robot suits were secretly payed for by the Japanese military.

And so, ingeniously, the Japanese had covered up their biggest secret by in fact showing to the world. The world was just too busy or too sensible to see it.

10101010

"Sir!" a voice crackled in Yamaki's earpiece. "We have engaged the creatures in combat."

"Excellent. Lieutenant, your orders ore simple: destroy them both." Yamaki marvelled at the daring of his own plan. Soon those two insolent, interfering Digimon would be dead.

"Sir, there is just one problem," the soldier continued.

"What! What problem?" Yamaki attempted to pull up a satellite feed of Shinjuku Park, where the battle was taking place, but all satellites were out range.

"The two creatures match your description, except that they are both almost twice as large as you described. And one appears to have machine guns where it's- Oh shit!" Yamaki heard what sounded like an explosion followed by gunfire.

"Lieutenant? Lieutenant!"

"Sir, one of my men is down! What orders?"

"Stand your ground; I'll have reinforcements there soon."

"Yes, sir, thank you, sir!" Yamaki cut the transmission and pulled the small radio out of his ear. He entered a code on a nearby draw, which opened with a pneumatic hiss. Inside was a pair of night vision goggles, a double shoulder holster, a tranquilizer pistol, and a modified Mach 14 Ingalis Automatic handgun. Yamaki slipped on the holster and inserted the two weapons. He took the goggles by the strap and headed for the door.

"Sir?" Yamaki turned. It was Riley. She had climbed down from her usual position and was now face to face with her boss. "You're not seriously thinking of going out there are you?" Yamaki sighed and pulled off his sunglasses. "I have to."

"No you don't! The soldiers can handle those things-"

"It's not the Digimon," he interrupted, "It's the kids. They're going to show up tonight, I know it. And it's my job to make sure they're safe," his voice was steady and sincere. Caring. Riley softly touched him on the cheek.

"Be careful," she whispered. And then he was gone.