I'll try not to disappoint, xxnewmikexx
BTW, my spell-check thinks 'Wargreymon' should be spelt 'Warrimoo'
Like…wtf? Is that even a word? Answers on a postcard please.
The guards of Cell Block C will never know what hit them. Within about three seconds, a teenager had stormed in and taken down all six guards with a G36K assault rifle.
He then continued to grab the keys from one of the dead guards pockets, look into each cell and open the one furthest from the entrance. A Penguinmon waddled out.
"What took you so long?" the small digimon asked.
"Nice to see you too, Penguinmon. Now follow me back to Declan," the boy walked towards the door, G3 raised, "and by the way, we picked up a few friends along the way"
"Since when did you have friends?"
"You're really looking to get blasted, aren't you? Now shut up and come on!"
A barrage of bullets whizzed down the corridor, narrowly missing Wargreymon and Biyomon.
"They don't have much accuracy do they?" the mega said.
"Thankfully, or we'd be well on our way to Primary Village!" Biyomon exclaimed.
The two digimon jumped up to address the new threat – a large team of riflemen at the other end of the corridor.
"Decky!"
"Penguinmon!"
The two partners ran at each other and grabbed each other in a hug.
"What happened to you arm?" the rookie asked.
"I was on the nasty end of some angry interrogators," Declan said.
"Talking of interrogators, next stop – the interrogation room" Patrick said. Tai and TK approached him, each carrying two crates.
"Here's the claymores," TK said, handing his crates to Patrick.
"I better set up the tripwires now" the teenager walked out into the intersection.
Kari watched as the dark robed man walked into the Jet and sat down opposite her. He was, as ever, closely followed by his bodyguards, one off which swung the door closed and sealed it.
"Well Kari, long time no see," The man said.
"What are you talking about? Do I know you?"
The man laughed, "Why, of course you do! You meet me everyday almost!"
"I don't know anyone evil enough to cause such pain and suffering!"
"You'd be surprised"
Kari stared at the man in front of her. She couldn't see his face that well because of his hood, but something seemed eerily familiar about him. What was it?
"You seemed confused. Let me help you…" The man pulled back his hood, revealing his entire head, with dark navy hair and matching eyes.
Kari froze in horror, "No…it can't be…you..."
Patrick kicked down the door to the darkened interrogation room and scanned around.
Empty.
"Dammit! She's not here!" Tai exclaimed. Blackagumon and Patamon were behind him.
TK looked at his D3, "But the digivices say she's in here. It doesn't make any sense!"
"Or maybe we were looking at this wrong the whole time" Patrick said, flicking on the flashlight on the end of his G36K.
"What makes you say that?" TK asked.
Patrick walked over to a small tray sitting on a small table in the corner and picked something out of it.
"What's that?" asked Tai.
Patrick showed the two boys what he had found. It was a pink D3.
"Oh…right…" Patamon said, hovering over the table and chairs in the centre of the room.
"This complicates things slightly," said Patrick solemnly.
Wargreymon fell to one knee in exhaustion, "I…don't know how…much longer…I can keep…this up," he panted. They had beaten all the riflemen at this end of the corridor.
"Come on, for…" Biyomon started.
"I KNOW, I'M TRYING!" Wargreymon yelled.
"Oh…I'm sorry, I must sound like I'm nagging now," the pink bird apologised.
"Don't worry…I'm just so …oh please no!"
The two digimon watched in horror as the riflemen that had retreated before appeared around the corridor and arranged into three rows…
"Guys, we got a huge problem," Patrick burst over the radio.
"What's wrong?" Declan asked.
"Kari's not here, just her digivice. Looks like there were holes in our plan, huh Yolei?"
"Yeah…I guess so," Yolei looked down in regret.
"Don't worry about it, I've got another plan. Yolei, can you access the logs for the interrogation room?"
"Logs?" Yolei asked, already typing into the computer.
"Yes, there was a CCTV camera in the interrogation room. If you can find the logs for it…you know, recordings…then we can find out what they did with her"
"Great! I'll get on that straight away!" Yolei suddenly became totally engrossed in the screen in front of her.
"We'll hold position until then"
The riflemen arranged themselves into three rows of six. The first was lying prone, each holding an Mk.23 SAW (Different form Patrick's M249 SAW). The second row was kneeling, each with an M4/M203. The third, and probably most lethal, were standing with M72 LAW Antitank rocket launchers.
Everything was aimed at Biyomon, who was behind Wargreymon.
"FIRE!" One of the riflemen shouted.
All at once, the riflemen opened up, sending bullets, grenades and rockets down the corridor.
Biyomon let out a small scream before closing her eyes. She heard the grenades and rockets explode, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Wargreymon in front of her.
The roaring mega disappeared into a cloud of smoke.
Patrick's PDA started vibrating, "Enemies nearby" he whispered to the occupants of the interrogation room. They watched in silence as two shadows walked past the translucent glass door.
"Close" Blackagumon said, when he was sure they were gone.
"Almost too close. We'd better move out," said Patrick.
The boys walked to the door. Patrick crouched and creaked the door open. Once he was sure the coast was clear, he walked into the corridor. All the others followed.
"Patrick?" the seventeen year old hear a whisper over his radio, "Can we talk?"
It was Sora.
"Errr…hold on a sec guys. I need to get something" Patrick ran back into the room. Tai and TK held their firearms up while he was a way. The two digimon stood ready to fight.
The teenager walked back up to the tray. He was going to do this anyway, but now he had another excuse. There we more things in it: an old style digivice, a tag and crest, a camera on a necklace, and a D-Terminal. Patrick picked them all up and put them in his pocket.
"What's wrong Sora?"
"It's about Emma. I'm no doctor, but in my opinion…she's…"
"Come on, spit it out!"
"…she's dying Patrick. Without professional medical help she's going to die"
Patrick froze, "Like hell she is. I won't let her"
Suddenly, he heard a huge explosion in the distance.
"What was that?" he heard Tai asked.
"Um…no idea," Patrick answered as he switched of his radio and came out of the room, "But we're about to find out"
"WARGREYMON!" Biyomon screamed
Once the dust started to clear, she could see straight at the riflemen in their rows. They were reloading for the second volley.
"No…you…can't be…gone" the pink bird stuttered as the smoke around where the mega level digimon had once been settled.
Wargreymon was dead.
The Learjet was taxied out of its parked position in the large hanger; it's twin engines whirring loudly.
The Flight Marshal spoke into his radio to the pilot, "Jet-36, takeoff on Cat-5"
"Rodger, moving to Cat-5" the pilot replied.
The co-pilot flicked a few switches, "Catapult 5 is second most westerly one. Over there" he pointed it out.
"Excellent" the two pilots watched as four F/A-18F Super Hornets were taxied onto catapults one through four.
They weren't clear to take off until those escorts were airborne. In fact, the reason their flight was delayed was the amount of time it took to fuel and arm them on such short notice.
One of the catapult officers secured the front gear into place on the catapult shuttle and signalled the command centre on the ceiling.
Lights above the exit were illuminated. They looked like a pair of traffic lights over each catapult, except pointing horizontally. They were all currently red.
Whatever it meant signalled the Jet Blast Deflectors (JBDs) to rise out of the ground. They were simply large slab of steel that is raised behind the Fighters. This stopped the jets from roasting anyone who walks behind it during takeoff. The Learjet did not require one, as its engines were higher than the Super Hornets and therefore safer.
All the lights changed to amber and the flight crew ran from the jets and behind the JBDs. Once everyone was clear, the pilots opened up the throttle. The roar of the engines tore through the hanger. Suddenly, the lights turned green and the catapults launched forward, sending the jet fighters into the blue sky.
The JBDs lowered and the crew went about resetting the catapult shuttles.
Once all the Hornets were out of sight, the Flight marshal came over the radio, "Jet-36, you are clear for takeoff"
The takeoff procedure for the private jet was slightly different. There was no need for a JBD, so the pilot just gradually increased power to both engines, and the jet slowly started moving forward on the shuttle.
Suddenly, the catapult kicked in and the jet was launched into the sky.
Biyomon watched as the smoke finally cleared, revealing a small digiegg.
The bird sighed in relief, 'Well at least we can bring him back'. She walked over and picked up the egg. Holding it in her wings, she whispered, "Thank you"
There heard a clicking noise as the riflemen loaded their weapons for a second shot. Biyomon just held the digiegg tightly and closed her eyes, "Is this…the end?"
"Terra Destroyer!"
"Hand of Fate!"
The riflemen were thrown to the side as two attacks came down a corridor beside them. Blackwargreymon and Angemon appeared, followed by Patrick, Tai and TK. The two digimon fought the rest of the riflemen hoard as their partners came over to the pink rookie.
Tai stopped when he saw the egg, "Is…that…"
Biyomon nodded, "He sacrificed himself for me" she handed the egg to Tai.
"I'll look after you buddy, don't you worry"
Just then, Blackwargreymon and Angemon approached the group.
"Paddy," Blackwargreymon's voice sounded strangly jumpy, "You know in those zombie movies when the corridors are literally filled with the undead?"
"Patrick eyes his partner suspiciously, "Yes…"
"Replace them with riflemen…"
"…and you wouldn't even be close" Angemon finished.
TK looked down the corridor, "What are you two talking about"
"We think everyone who can carry a gun in this entire building is down there," The mega said.
"And they are not glad to see us" The champion added.
Everyone stared down the corridor. They could all just hear the stampede of people getting closer and closer.
"That's why they weren't really trying to defeat us to begin with," Biyomon said, "It was a distraction so they could get all their troops togethers, and then just sweep through the building"
"I've had enough of this," Patrick took out his D3, "You guys get back to the portal room. Remember about the claymores"
"And then what? Wait for you to get yourself killed?" Tai yelled.
"No. You're going home"
"What?" They all said together.
Patrick's crest was starting to glow softly, "I work best…alone. Without having to look out for others. I know it might sound selfish - but it's true"
"But we can win if we work in a team!" Tai started.
"NO! YOU'RE GOING THROUGH THAT PORTAL AND YOU'RE GONNA TAKE EMMA TO A HOSPITAL!" Patrick shouted as loud as he could.
"So that's what it is then," TK sighed, "It's all about Emma"
"Please," Patrick's voice was getting quite emotional, "She and Declan are all I have in this world. I can't go on without her. You have to keep them safe"
"But what about Kari?" Tai asked softly.
Patrick grabbed his crest; "I promise you, I'll get her home. Even if I have to tear this place to the ground" Suddenly his crest exploded, engulfing him and Blackwargreymon.
"Biomerge to Warmarinedramon!"
Angemon reverted to Patamon and landed on TK's head. Everyone except Tai ran down the corridor.
Tai looked up at the human/digimon hybrid, "How can I trust you?"
Warmarinedramon stared into the boy's eyes, "I have never broken a promise" the Patrick voice said. He smiled, "And besides, you don't have a choice in the matter" the Wargreymon voice added.
Tai also smiled, "Then I promise to get Emma back to full strength. That way, we'll be even"
"Deal"
"Now go kick some ass!"
The digimon turned and ran down the corridor, "Thought you'd never ask"
"Tai! Come on!" Biyomon yelled at the boy.
He finally snapped out of his trance and ran back towards the others, clutching his digiegg tight against his chest.