"Who?" I say.
"Cancer's an FM-ian," Omega-Xis replies, "but a black market dealer?"
"He's got better control over his humans," Lyra says, "and Cancer took them over and downloaded the data of Battle Cards. If we're lucky, he should send us the data."
"Do we need to pulse out for this?" Whitney asks.
"Yes," Lyra says, "we can use Layla's Trans-Ring to communicate with Cancer, and Omega-Xis will most likely talk sense into him."
"All right," I say, pulsing out.
I find Whitney beside me where we pulsed in at.
"Activating communication," I say, "Do you have a number for him?"
"Yes, and it's untraceable," Lyra says, "6095-3045-6943"
I say the numbers.
Three rings.
A man's face appears on the screen.
"What do you want, kid?" the man says.
Omega-Xis invades the man's Trans-Armband and manages a few sparks before saying, "I need to speak to Cancer. This is Omega-Xis."
"All right! I'm going!" the man says, pressing what looks like computer buttons.
The screen changes to the view of a young boy around twelve, drinking soda.
Omega-Xis' screen reappears, but he looks worn out a bit.
"Cancer," Omega-Xis says, "I heard from Lyra that you have Battle Card data?"
The boy- who I know is Cancer- smirks and says, "Yeah. You willing to pay for it, Mega?"
"What do you want me to pay?" Omega-Xis says, promptly ignoring the nickname.
"A bounty," Cancer says, "Ophiuca. I need you to find her before she finds me."
"Ophiuca was assigned to find Cancer," Lyra murmurs, "I heard that from a radio tuned to FM-ian frequencies once."
"Ophiuca?" Omega-Xis says, "How many Battle Cards are you willing to give for her?"
"Plenty," Cancer says, "and in addition, I'm not in contact with the other FM-ians, so none of them will tail you. In fact, I'll give you some of the data, right now. All of the level 1 Cards. You get Ophiuca, you get the others, as well as some…Mega and Giga Cards."
"Hmph," Omega-Xis says, "All right. Send the data to the Trans-Ring I'm in now."
"All right, give me a moment," Cancer says, then shouts, "Hey! The Trans-Ring that's communicating? Send it the level 1 Battle Card data!"
"Kay, boss!" one of the nearby men say.
"Transferring data," the computer in my Trans-Ring says.
After a moment, the computer says, "Done! Would you like others to see this file?"
"No," I say, "but copy it to Whitney's TR."
"Transferring," the computer says.
"Remember, Mega," Cancer says, "you get Ophiuca, you get the other Cards."
"Got it," Omega-Xis says.
Cancer's window disappears.
Whitney's TR displays the Card data as she sets it to private as well.
"Should we practice?" Whitney asks.
"Yes," Lyra says, "but not now. Wait until tomorrow, when it's the weekend."