Dakota had never thought seriously about the Digiworld having a mail system. But it's kind of cute, in a strange way. All of these creatures using such a primitive way of communication to exchange notes. Like penpals or something. Which makes the fact that some digimon is ruining all of this even more galling to her. When the groups had split up to try to find Maildramon's delivery teams, she had stuck with Asuka. Pete Dunne, Joaquin, Mendoza and Owens had accompanied them, while the others all went in three other directions to help search.

"What are the odds we'll find these delivery teams anyway?" Owens wonders, the others glancing back at him, some shrugging, others ignoring the question. It's always impossible to know how missions are going to shake out until they're done, so Dakota keeps her focus on the trek ahead, careful to keep an eye out for anything untoward.

Asuka is walking a little steadier, her strength seemingly growing with each step, and Dakota exhales, deciding perhaps her friend was correct after all and her injury wasn't as bad as she'd feared. After dealing with various knee injuries over the years, Dakota has grown a bit paranoid about it all, and she tries to resist the urge to coddle her fellow Damage Control sisters, but it's not easy. "Hey," Asuka says suddenly, glancing over at Dakota. "Look."

Dakota glances down and finds a strange amount of shredded paper scattered in the wind. "Oh," she breathes, the two of them following the trail until they stop short of a ditch. "Dammit." Data is strewn in among the papers, and she thinks it's the most proof they're going to get of at least this particular member of the delivery team. "That's horrible," she sighs.

"It is," Asuka agrees somberly, kneeling down to collect some of the shredded paper. "This looks like a wind attack shredded these letters."

Dakota frowns. "You think so? What kind of Digimon could've done such a thing?"

As if to taunt her, the wind suddenly picks up, tugs at her clothes and hairs, shreds at her skin lightly and she grits her teeth, expecting a sudden rush of pain. But it never comes. Instead, a cackilng evil sort of laugh echoes through the gusts and she slowly turns to come face to face with the terrified digidestined, Piedmon standing behind them with a smug sneer on his overly painted face.

"Well, well, well," he says, lazily approaching them. "Look at this, more digidestined for me to play with. What fun."

Dakota and Asuka exchange glances before looking towards their fellow digidestined. "Guys-"

It's too late. PIedmon snaps his fingers and all of a sudden the other digidestined are gone. Or rather, not gone- but shrunk, diminished into small keychains that hit the ground with a muffled thud.

"Oh no," Asuka says, gritting her teeth as she gives up on collecting the shredded letters. "Dakota? Are you ready to fight?"

"Yes," she says. Her partner is nowhere near as strong as Asuka's, but she knows she has to try. Especially to try to return the other digidestined to normal.

"Then let's do this," Asuka says, lifting her digivice up, Dakota following suit as Piedmon continues to laugh mockingly at them.