After losing to Los Matadores and arguing with Titus O'Neil for the better part of the night, Heath Slater wakes up to find his Digivice thrumming in his hand and the round sound of someone knocking at the hotel door. He groans and pries his eyes open, disgusted to find that it's already morning, the sun shining in his face. He sighs and rolls out of bed, landing on the floor on all fours. He makes it to his feet after a minute and grips the doorknob, pulling it open and glaring out into the hallway, almost expecting Titus there for round two... or twenty, whatever number it'd be by now, but he falls quiet as soon as he realizes that it's the other Digidestined, Seth staring at him. "We gotta go," he says grimly. "Luke is sending us to Chicago."

"Alright," Heath mutters, his Digivice reacting even more to this and he looks down at it curiously.

"Don't let Lopmon out yet," Seth warns him. "We need to get somewhere where we can't be seen first, then all of the Digimon can roam free. We just need to get to our destination first."

"Fine." He quietly pockets the Digivice and follows them through the hallways, eager for this to just begin already. They're all quiet and tired, AJ yawning as she runs her fingers through her hair, blinking slowly. It's crowded, the seven of them holed up around Seth's laptop in his hotel room, more so when they have to hold their arms out with the Digivices against the screen. "Digiport open!" A moment later, it lights up, engulfing them all in the bright glow and absorbing them into the portal, spitting them out of a computer that's in an abandoned, dusty corner of the library.

"Well, this is... different," Ziggler mutters, glancing around.

Heath picks up a book and immediately regrets it as dust billows around him, choking him up. He sneezes, all of them turning to glare at him, but thankfully no one seems to notice, nothing happening afterwards. "What?" he hisses, eyes wide as a few of them roll their eyes, looking away from him.

"Let's let our Digimon out," Seth mumbles, releasing Betamon and greeting him as the others follow suit with theirs, until the room is full of them and the rookie creatures. The room is, thankfully, right down the hallway from the exit, so they're able to sneak out without getting seen, finding themselves in an alley that's empty.

"Alright, now what are we doing?" Heath asks, relieved to be out in the sun once more. "Does anyone know where we're going?" He's just taken a step forward when a glow overwhelms the area, causing him to jump back in fright. "What the hell, man-!"

It's Luke, or rather a hologram version of him, coming from a nearby screen sitting on the ground, one of the few things on the ground not shattered or cracked. "Hello," he greets them. "I'm glad to see you all arrived here safely without being seen. I'm sure you have many questions, but so far all I can tell you is that the data readings we've been seeing originates from near here. CM Punk lives nearby, so we're growing more and more certain that he's the target of what Shonitamon gathered information on."

Heath looks around at the others, noticing a displeased glower on Seth's face. "So what are we supposed to do?"

"Find his apartment, keep an eye on things happening. We had to send you out now because there was a surge in data pressure this morning, and we want to make sure nothing happens while we're unprepared. All of you remain here, but alternate who's watching, so that you're all rested and alert. Considering how populated Chicago is, we want to do our best to keep the civilians here safe."

"Of course," Heath mumbles, lightly scratching Lopmon's ears. Luke fades away and Heath turns to look at the others, unable to look away from Seth as he glares ahead blankly. "Who's going to be part of the team to watch over Punk's apartment first? Maybe since there's seven of us, we should break into two teams, one of three and one of four."

"That sounds fine," Seth says, snapping out of his distracted thoughts and focusing on the others. "Who wants to be in charge of the second team?"

"I can," Mike speaks up, looking around challengingly when Ziggler snickers.

"Fine," Seth says, not caring one way or the other. "Who wants to be with me?"

"I will," Heath speaks up, still curious about the look on his face.

"Me," Alicia seconds, waving her arm over her head.

"So that leaves me with AJ, Ziggler, and Zack. Fine. I think we should first find Punk's apartment, and then split up."

Seth says nothing to this idea, choosing instead just to return Betamon to the Digivice so he can walk in the direction that he believes Punk lives without worrying about questions regarding his partner. The others follow his lead, clear by the echo of their voices behind him, and he grits his teeth, trying to ignore their inane chatter. Heath keeps a close eye on him but, outside of the temper that he's shown since turning his back on his Shield brethern, he doesn't see anything out of the ordinary from him... It still weighs on him that they depend on the man to be something of a leader to them, and he's acting weirder than usual since Luke's admission about Punk.

Shonitamon had gotten an address for them, so they look for it once they think they're on the right path, and it seems to take forever, and Mike finds it first, relieved to find that things are quiet, at least for now. The groups split, Seth's leaving to get something to eat, find a place to strategize until something happens or Miz's group needs to trade places.

Things are tense, though Zack does an alright job keeping Ziggler distracted from picking at Mike while they watch the apartment from an acceptable distance, not wanting Punk to see them and start raising hell over their appearing at his backdoor for what he would think is a no good reason. Heath can only just see them from where he's sitting at an outdoor cafe, sipping at lemonade, so he's watching when AJ stops and looks up at Punk's apartment from down the street, her shoulders held tense as she stands very still, extremely quiet. That sense that something is wrong overwhelms Heath once more and he shudders, turning to find the others. Seth is nearby, Alicia not far behind, and he licks his lips. "Hey, y'all, do you feel like something's-"

Before he can even finish fully formulating what he wants to say in his mind, there's an explosion behind them that sends shockwaves through the cafe, knocking over chairs and sending tables tipping to the ground, glass rattling behind him. Heath jumps to his feet and spins around, gaping at the apartment complex as flames lick at vehicles and frightened witnesses gasp and scream, adding to the general cacophony as something large and green, clearly not naturally part of this world, bursts through the bushes and storms down the street, splintering the concrete into pieces as it goes. Heath stares up at it blankly as it stomps a massive, mechanical foot close to Heath, rattling him down to his teeth. "No... no, no, what is that?"

There's a gleam and Lopmon appears, scared but not backing away from defending her partner. "Petit twister!" he cries, spinning towards the massive Digimon, but failing as it swipes at him with a drill like appendage and sends him flying nearly out of Heath's line of sight.

"NO! LOPMON!" he cries out, his attempts to get up and find his partner stopping, his body frozen as the obviously evil Digimon kneels down and glares right at Heath. "No..." He closes his eyes, certain that this is the end. That, despite Luke's best attempts, there was just no overcoming the terrible strength before them. "We failed," he mumbles, waiting for the peaceful darkness of death to greet him as another lethal appendage approaches his vulnerable body.