Clink, chunk, clink, chunk. The rhythmic patter of a lighter being flipped open and closed filled the small van. Yamaki looked around inside the back of the small van, and frowned at the cargo. A single medical drip went from a bag of sedative down the plastic tubing and was lost underneath a purple glove as it went into the furry arm of a large bipedal yellow fox. He sighed, "I'm sorry it had to be this way. For what it's worth nobody respects and appreciates you all more than I do. Nobody accept maybe the tamers." He was talking to nothing. Renamon had been asleep ever since the raid on the Nonaka house where she had been tranquilized. Although he had personally gone to oversee this raid he knew that several other similar raids had gone down at all the other tamer's residences. Renamon had beaten down several of his men and the Nonaka girl had escaped, but complications were to be expected. These were the tamers after all. In fact capturing Renamon was one of the smoothest of all the raids. Ryo Akiyama had had to restrain his own partner to keep it from killing his men. Beelzemon had put up a hell of a fight, but seemed reluctant to kill anybody. That was a blessing. Terriermon and Henry Wong had escaped, but they were being tracked. Almost all the players were under Hypnos control. Strange how easily Takato Matsuki, leader of the tamers, had been beaten. Not surprising to Yamaki though. Takato was so light hearted and innocent he had never suspected this, "betrayal." That was the word. This was a betrayal. Rounding up the heroes of the digital world and preparing to send them all back, but it had to be done. They were a threat now just by existing. Not that the tamers hadn't fought hard to save their partners, as expected. Nonaka had somehow managed, without a digimon, to destroy an attack chopper and several vans full of people. They were still looking into how, but once she was apprehended all would become clear. Renamon opened her eyes weakly and looked to Yamaki, "what's…happening?" Yamaki put on his sunglasses, not wanting her to see his eyes, as he turned up the sedative, "you're all going home. Back to the digital world where you belong." She gasped, "but…Rika." Then she was out. Yamaki told her, "I'll make sure you see here one last time. I'm trying to send you all out with a hero's goodbye." That was the sad part. The Japanese government was hard to convince. They didn't care how the digimon left, just so long as they were gone. Yamaki cared though. The digimon and tamers had earned his respect. He very nearly called them his friends. An ironic smirk broke across his face, "I guess we can kiss that possibility goodbye." He looked at Renamon and sighed, "sleep well, my friend."