Here is another chapter~! :3 And I have a story cover up too~! :3 It is of Omnimon's emblem here. It is the Crest of Friendship with the points of the Crest of Courage, but this will become a golden color on his cape later on. The only thing that is not is the grey slash mark. :3

Opening Files: San Diego

Considered a bustling port, this is one city that is also home to the Duck's Burrow resort and the San Diego Naval Base, where America has based part of her Pacific Fleet, after Pearl Harbor, Hawaii. As such, very few enemies attack the city, although it does have its share of Hunters. Most of the city's defense is provided by the local police force, but the presence of military ships is a major deterrent too.

What is notable is that Fallen rarely attack the city, preferring to let the sea-based Grimm attack the ships coming and going from the ports. However, the presence of the Navy has rendered the Grimm attacks from the sea virtually nil, due to the submarines in the area detecting the Grimm and warning surface vessels nearby so they can react and counter accordingly. This has made San Diego considered the 'GrimmFall of the Coast.'

"Cities can be a place of industry." TOM said as he closed the San Diego file. "They can also be hubs of transport, knowledge, and other things." He leaned back and looked out the bridge of the Absolution. "Cities can also be places where crime is rampant, where corruption takes place, and places of homelessness."

Pressing a button on his right armrest, the screen changed from the image of San Diego to another image of the same city, but in a different world altogether. In this new image sat the same city, but with the addition of hangers that held humanoid war machines that had twin optics and a V-chevron on the head. They were grey in color and looked like they had a secondary flight form as well. Next to them were machines that were the same in overall shape, but with some different parts. These new machines were dark blue in color with a head that was dark blue with just a visor-like camera area. These new machines also looked like they had underwater secondary forms too. "And yet, some cities can become beacons of hope and sanctuary as well." TOM continued as he looked back at the camera. "Like this place. These machines give off an air of security and safety to the inhabitants. They also say that no one should mess with this city as well."

He then leaned forwards. "So, how do you see your city? Is it a place of corruption with crime rampant? Is it a place with crime but little corruption? Is it a place where corruption reigns but little crime? Or is it a place of little crime and corruption? Only you can tell how you feel about your city where you live."

Denver, Colorado

Dracon was awoken to a slight groan from Agunimon. He sat up as his optics came online and his vision cleared of the static. Getting to his feet, the Gundam walked over to where the Warrior of Flame was sleeping on the couch. The warrior wasn't moving much, but it was clear he was suffering from another bad dream. 'Hopefully it isn't like the last one.' Dracon thought as he recalled the first time he had seen the Warrior of Flame suffering from a bad dream.

He glanced at the warrior's bandaged wrists. The white gauze was now stained red slightly, indicating it was nearly time for them to be changed. The Dragon of Denver sighed as he looked down and reached for the first aid kit again. The mech took out some more bandages and gauze, only to look at the sleeping form on the couch still. Dracon slowly reached out and took Agunimon's left hand in his own, slowly removing the bloodied bandages and gauze. He looked at the warrior's wrist, only to see how it was healing. While not as bad as when he first saw it, the burns were still pretty bad. The Gundam sighed to himself. 'He's most likely going to have scars on his left wrist.' He thought sadly as he then proceeded to do the same with the Warrior of Flame's right wrist. The burns on his other wrist were the same as the ones on his left wrist, indicating the burns had been the same on both arms. But at least they were healing, he mused with a grim look in his violet optics.

Finally done with the bandage replacement, Dracon put the gauze and bandages away, standing up to toss the bloodied and old bandages and gauze. Once that was done, he made his way back to the still sleeping warrior. There was still no real movement, save for a slight twitch every now and then. Dracon sighed in relief. He hadn't woken Agunimon…

It was a few hours later when Agunimon woke up. Well, more like jolted awake instead. The Digimon panted as he then put both hands to his head and sighed. Removing his hands, he could see the bandages, but they looked fresh. Agunimon grunted to himself. Dracon had to have changed them while he was asleep, he mused with wry, albeit mental, snort. His hands were shaking a bit as well, no doubt from the dream he had experienced. Then the pain came. Agunimon winced as he grasped at his chest with his right hand, feeling his cracked ribs aching with each breath he took and from sitting up so suddenly as well. As it was, he was lucky he hadn't devolved back into his human form, especially considering the current state he was in, what with burns to his wrists and two cracked ribs and all.

Getting up, Agunimon found he was able to stand and move around, although his chest hurt like heck when he moved and breathed. But what else could he do? He needed to breathe to stay awake and live, so he just had to find a way to deal with the pain. The Digimon made his way out of the family room, only to see Dracon sitting at the table. The mech looked over and gave a wave. "Well, look who woke up." Draxon teased as Agunimon just gave him a glare.

"I'm not in the mood for teasing right now." He said as Dracon sighed.

"Looks like someone is in need of pain medication." The mech said as the Warrior of Flame looked at him in surprise.

"What?" The question made Dracon snort.

He held out a couple of pain pills, no doubt from the medicine bottle that sat on the table and looked like it was a prescription medicine to boot. In one swift move, the Digimon grabbed the medicine and downed them dry. Dracon blinked, snickering at his reaction. "Seems like you needed that." He joked.

"You try having two cracked ribs that hurt like hell when you breathe." Agunimon snapped back. He was already feeling tired and when that was compounded with his pain on top of it, the mech had one cranky Digimon to deal with.

Dracon just rolled his optics and held out something as well. Agunimon was surprised to see the mech had already gotten something ready for him to eat. "I bet you're hungry as well." He said. "After all, when you go through training like that, you need to eat to stay in top form."

It didn't take long for the food to vanish as well. It didn't take long for Dracon to catch on he was feeling much better, the pain medicine having helped as well. "I think we should take it easy for now." He said as Agunimon looked back at him. "Until you're back to full health, no more training."

"And you didn't think of that the first time?" The Warrior of Flame shot back with a sarcastic remark.

"No need to get smart with me." Dracon retorted. "I didn't know how you were feeling. Because I'm the one training you, I need to know how you are feeling so we can take breaks." He continued. "I sometimes forget I'm a mechanical being, and that means my endurance is crazy high, way higher than most Hunters. If I forget that, then I can push those with me too hard."

Agunimon had to admit, that was a very good reason to tell the mech how he had been feeling during training. He then looked at his bandaged wrists again. Dracon saw that and sighed. "Look, I'll be honest with you." He said as the Digimon looked back at him.

"About what?" He asked as the Gundam looked up at him again. "How they are going to scar?"

Dracon flashed his optics in a blink. "Err...how did you...?"

"I suspected that would happen when I first tried that stupid stunt." Agunimon explained. "The pain was that bad."

Dracon sighed again. "And you're right." He admitted. "Those burns will most likely going to scar." He then looked up again. "They will be very light though, so no one will really be able to tell. Or rather, your left wrist will scar slightly, most likely. Your right wrist won't have any scarring."

That was new to Agunimon. He had expected both wrists to scar, not just one! The Digimon looked at his left wrist again. "But what if it doesn't scar?"

"Look. It's too early to tell with that one yet." Dracon said seriously. "I just know your right wrist wasn't as bad and will not scar."

Agunimon sighed again. "Okay..."

Dracon then pointed to something Tina had folded before she left for GrimmFall. "And I believe this is yours." He said as the warrior took it, only to realize it was his body suit. "Tina had finished just finished it earlier before she left for GrimmFall."

A relieved look was on his face, and Dracon chuckled. "Go ahead and put it on. Besides, we're not training so I don't see a reason to stop you."

"Thanks." The Warrior of Flame said before he stood up and left.

It took about thirty minutes, but once that was passed, Dracon was not too surprised to see the Digimon come back, but in his full armor. At once, the mech realized why that was, and gave a small wince. He knew he was the one who had given Agunimon two cracked ribs.

Agunimon managed to sit down again, but once more his ribs flared in pain and he winced, his hand going to his chest once more. "Sorry about hitting you so hard..." Dracon muttered as the Digimon looked at him.

"Just forget it." The Warrior of Flame said. "I was the one who was an idiot and took of his armor."

Dracon snorted. "Yes, but it was part of a trap, and a good one at that. So you were not the idiot here. I was. I forgot my own strength."

While Agunimon knew he could continue to say otherwise, he had the feeling Dracon wouldn't let it drop and insist on taking the blame when it had been his own idea in the first place. So, he just let him win that round.

As it was, there was no way Dracon would train the warrior when he was injured, so the two of them would have to find something else to do in the meantime. Then, Dracon perked up as an idea crossed his mind. "Hey, I think I know what we can do while you're still healing." He said as Agunimon looked back at him.

"What?" The Digimon asked as Dracon looked at him as well.

"Well, since you're new here, why don't I show you around?" The Dragon of Denver replied. "I mean, I haven't exactly done that yet so..."

Agunimon blinked before he smirked. "Sounds good." He said. "It's better than sitting around doing nothing."

Dracon laughed at that. "True." He said as he stood up, the Warrior of Flame doing the same thing.

Perhaps this would be better than expected...

San Diego

Granny made her way towards the Duck's Burrow resort, eager and ready to commence her attack again. After all, Gramma Stuffem had plans for defeating the Dragon of Denver, but as he was at home in his lair, there was only one way to get his attention, and that was to attack a place of well-renown.

She sneered as she eyed the resort and its happy guests, not knowing of what lurked inside on the uppermost levels...

Bugs was pleased to see Beetlemon was satisfied with his new weapons, a hand gun that shot yellow Dust-laced rounds and a Taser-like weapon that fired off charged Dust shots of the same type of Dust that laced the bullets of his first weapon.

"So, are they to your liking?" The resort owner asked. Those were from his personal stash of weapons, but as he never used them, Bugs had figured they would be of better use to the Warrior of Thunder.

"You bet!" The Digimon exclaimed as he spun the first gun around on his fingers before placing it down on the table. "These will work out just fine."

Bugs chuckled at that. "Glad to hear it." He said. The rabbit Mobian then pointed at a training room that was not too far off. "You can work on your shooting in there."

The Warrior of Thunder nodded and grabbed the weapons before heading into the shooting range. Bugs followed and watched as Beetlemon took out the hand-gun and aimed it at the first target. He pulled the trigger and the weapon barked once, the shot hitting the target just outside the ring on the square it was situated on. Bugs frowned a bit, but his frown faded when Beetlemon fired again, and hit the target closer to the center, but not as close as he could have. A few more rounds, all in the target, and the resort owner was coming in. "Not bad for your aim. Considering you never fired a ranged weapon before, that's pretty decent." Bugs admitted as the Digimon looked back at him.

"Well, for my Thunder Fist attack, I have to kind of aim to make sure I can intercept the enemy so it hits them." The Warrior of Thunder admitted with a sheepish look in his green eyes. "So that kind of helps."

Bugs nodded. "And how do you use that one?"

"I punch the ground to let loose an electric stream of energy." Beetlemon replied.

Bugs blinked at the explanation. That...was a very good reason why his aim was decent. "Okay...that would explain your aim then..." He admitted.

Looking back at the target again, Beetlemon then fired the gun again, trying to get more accurate in his shooting. Bugs watched this for a few more moments before walking up and taking aim with his rifle. "Watch me." He instructed before firing off an electric Dust round. The bullet hit the target in the center. Looking back at the stunned Digimon's face, Bugs smirked. "Always aim a bit off from the center. The bullets rely on gravity to reach the target as well as the explosive powder and Dust to propel them. If you aim at the center, then the shot will go off target."

Taking the advice, Beetlemon aimed again and fired once more. This time, his shot was closer to the center. Bugs nodded. "Now that's how you aim and shoot." He said.

Now filled with a bit more confidence, the Warrior of Thunder tried again and again, his aim getting better with each shot. Bugs watched this with a smile. If the improvement was any indication, perhaps it would be time to move on to moving targets in no time.

Denver, Colorado

Agunimon and Dracon walked around Denver, having arrived at the train station. The Gundam had insisted the two check it out, which confused the Warrior of Flame, but he went with the idea anyway. And he was surprised when he saw what Dracon was so eager to point out. "You have a shinkansen?" The Digimon blurted, making Dracon laugh at the reaction.

"If by that you mean bullet train, then yes, we do." The mech replied once he had stopped laughing. "It's called the Denver Bullet-C."

"Why the C in the name?" Agunimon asked as Dracon sighed here.

In truth, he didn't wish to reveal it, but he figured it would be best, so he did. "Basically, this is the civilian version." He explained. "We also have an armed version called the Denver Bullet, nothing else in the name. And then we have another version designed for stealth, called the Denver Shadow."

"So you have three such trains?" The Warrior of Flame pressed as Dracon nodded.

"Yes, and the latter two are top-secret, on the state level. I highly doubt the federal government knows, but I wouldn't be surprised if they did know." The Gundam replied with a shrug.

Looking back at the train, Dracon could see the look in the warrior's eyes. He smirked, grabbing Agunimon's left hand, being mindful of his burned wrist. "C'mon!" He said, making sure to gently get the Digimon moving. "We're going on a ride."

"What?!" Agunimon was surprised at the sudden turn of events. "But I-"

"Nope~!" Dracon sang. "I'm paying, so you're not getting out of it. Everyone rides it at least once in their lifetime, and you're no exception!"

As much as he wanted to protest, it seemed Dracon had made up his mind for him, so Agunimon sighed and just decided to go along for the ride. After all, it wasn't like he wasn't used to riding the bullet train back in his old home.

Two tickets for the ruins of the suburb of Thorton, Agunimon and Dracon were onboard. As soon as the train was loaded with passengers and luggage, the doors slid shut and it began to move. Dracon chuckled as he watched the Warrior of Flame peer out the window as the train began to pick up speed. "How's the view?" He joked, which earned him a hit from the Digimon. "Sorry..."

Agunimon ignored it and went back to looking out the window. He could see many trees and some old ruins of failed towns and villages, which confused him. Dracon noticed what he was looking at and sighed as they passed yet another old failed village. "What's with those ruins?" The Digimon asked as Dracon looked outside as well.

"Those are failed settlements." He explained as he leaned back in his seat and placed his hands behind his helm. "Denver is on the outskirts of what we call the Darklands, or a place where Grimm and Fallen lurk."

The Warrior of Flame looked back at him in confusion. "Darklands?"

"Yep." Dracon confirmed. "While we are headed away from the Darklands in this direction, the fact there are still a few failed settlements out here this way indicates that the Grimm have expanded their territory in this direction in the past."

Looking back out the window of the train, Agunimon couldn't help but wonder how he could help to stop these Grimm and Fallen as well. Then, he tensed up as a creature that looked like a bear, but with white bone-like armor on it and glowing red eyes was sped past. "Was that...?"

Dracon saw that and nodded. "Yes, that was a Grimm. An Ursa to be exact." He explained.

Agunimon frowned at that. "So that's what a Grimm looks like..." He murmured.

"Yes, but they are not all the same in appearance." The Dragon of Denver replied. "There are many species of Grimm, but they all have a few things in common, namely the bone-like armor plating, the red eyes, and the black appearance."

"So anything that has those three are Grimm." Agunimon noted as he looked back at Dracon again.

"Yes." The Gundam confirmed.

Leaning back in his own seat, the Digimon sighed as he laced his hands behind his own head. His gaze settled on the window once more, and he let his right hand fall from behind his head to his side as he placed his left hand on his cheek, watching the trees and ruins go by. Things were silent between the two while other passengers talked, did work, ate, or even slept. Then, Dracon spoke once more.

"Aren't you wondering about our destination?" He asked as Agunimon looked back at him.

"Not really." He admitted as he removed his left hand from his face. "Why?"

"Because I got us two tickets to what is known as Thorton. Or more like the ruins of it." The Dragon of Denver replied.

That made the Digimon blink in surprise. "Why?"

"Because I was wondering if you could help me with something." Dracon admitted. Seeing the look of shock on the Warrior of Flame's face, Dracon raised his hands to show surrender. "Yes, I know you're still hurt and I am not supposed to be training you, let alone bringing you out where you could get hurt even worse, but this is serious."

"But...why?" Agunimon asked at last. "I haven't even finished the training you have for me yet!"

"Yes, I know." Dracon admitted. "But as I said, I need the help."

A frown crossed Agunimon's features at that. "But why ask me?" He pressed. "Why not ask Tina?"

"She's busy searching for something." Dracon replied. "So that left just you."

Exasperated, the Digimon sighed. "I can't get out of this, can I?"

"I'm sorry, but I really need the help." Dracon admitted again.

Realizing he had no choice but to help, Agunimon reluctantly admitted defeat. "I guess I have no choice then..." He sighed. "Fine...I'll help."

Dracon sighed in relief. "Thanks. And I'm sorry I pushed you into this, but I don't think I can handle this alone."

Leaning back into his seat again, Agunimon folded his arms across his chest. "So, what exactly are we going to be doing out here?"

"There are rumors of some person called the 'Food Witch' lurking around these ruins, and well, it's been scaring off those who wish to settle there and revive the town." Dracon explained. "People and Hunters alike have said the Food Witch can animate food, bringing it to life, and that it is extremely difficult to defeat."

"So why ask me for help?" Agunimon asked in a serious tone. "Is it because of my power over fire?"

"Pretty much." Dracon admitted. "Although I'm not entirely sure it will be of much help."

The Digimon sighed. "Well, I guess I can't fault you for being desperate." He admitted himself. He then looked back up at Dracon. "But I doubt I will be of much help."

"I know, but I will at least feel better if I have the back up, even if you can't do much in the end." Dracon explained. "Besides, if anything go wrong, you could go to get help."

Agunimon had to admit, that was a very good and valid reason for taking him along. "I guess I can't argue with that one." He admitted. The Digimon then sighed. "Alright. I guess I can accept this if that is the only reason I am coming with."

Dracon smiled mentally. "Thanks."

Agunimon just waved it off. "Forget it." He said. Then he looked at Dracon again. "After what you have done for me, the least I can do is help you on this mission, even with my injuries." He had a smirk on his face, making the Dragon of Denver relax a bit more.

Ruins of Thorton

A soft voice hummed as a pot boiled with water, a covered hand reaching out to put spices in. The brew was coming along quite nicely. Something wrapped in lettuce was placed inside, making the contents simmer over the top just a bit. The flame was adjusted accordingly, a delicious smell wafting out and filling the room with its delectable scent.

Off in the corner of the kitchen, a small form whimpered inside the cage it was in. Fear was on the smaller form's face as the larger form continued to cook its meal. He really wished his friends would come and save him! 'Please you guys...help me!'

Denver Bullet

Agunimon had fallen asleep by now, Dracon having gone into recharge just half an hour before him. Safe to say, the two were completely out cold as the train came to a halt for a few hours, thanks to some Grimm that lurked nearby. It was uncommon for the Denver Bullet to come to a halt, but when it did, it was usually due to either Grimm in the area, or because of an emergency brake that had been applied to stop it if there were train robbers in the area, which there were from time to time thanks to Yosemite Sam if he got the gang together for a ride.

But it was not him that stopped the train. No, it was a horde of Beringle Grimm, each looking for something to attack. The Denver Bullet sat in idle, waiting for the Grimm to clear out. It was a few hours later when they left the area, which allowed the train to move again. The jolt woke Dracon as he stirred. Looking out the window as soon as his systems had come back online fully, he wasn't that surprised to see the Denver Bullet picking up speed again. The jolt of the train moving again also woke Agunimon, who stirred and opened his blue eyes sleepily. "Whuzzgoinon?" He muttered before a yawn escaped him.

"The train stopped due to some Grimm in the area." Dracon replied. "We're getting underway again now."

"Is that common?" Agunimon asked once he had shaken the last of the sleepiness from his brain.

"No, but it is common enough to not be much of a surprise either." The Gundam admitted. "I'm guessing the jolt of getting underway again is what woke us up."

Agunimon snorted. "Obviously." He remarked. Then he looked back at Dracon. "So, in terms of the mission, what do you know about this Food Witch?"

Dracon looked down. "Not much to be perfectly honest." He admitted. "I just know the Food Witch can animate food that is made by them, and that the creations are extremely hard to beat."

"So, you're sending us in blind then?!" Agunimon exclaimed. "How is that supposed to help us?!"

"Look, I don't like it anymore than you do!" Dracon shot back. "But that's how it goes sometimes! Sometimes Hunters have only so much information on a target and they have to figure out the rest on their own!"

To the Warrior of Flame, this presented him with a problem. He knew he was good at fighting, but taking the time to learn how to figure out an enemy's traits wasn't his strong suit. Sure, he could do it if given enough time, but unlike some of his other friends, he was a bit slower on the uptake for that kind of fighting style. Again, he sighed. It seemed he would be doing a lot of learning today, both about himself, and this new world he was in.

Dracon and Agunimon head to the ruins of the city of Thorton, Colorado as Beetlemon gets used to his new weapons. And what of this mission Dracon has taken on? Will it lead to the last Legendary Warrior? Read on to find out~! :3

On a side note, each of the Legendary Warriors will revert back to human form if they are injured enough, but that is only for until their bodies can heal fully. Because they revert to human form, the energy of their Spirits is directed towards healing them, so they have accelerated healing in a sense, as they heal much more rapidly than a regular human. However, the Legendary Warriors are unconscious the whole time, only waking up when they return to their Digimon forms. As such, they have to be extra careful when it comes to getting hurt, as it means they could be captured by the Fallen if they pass out and return to human form due to their injuries.