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Solarmon is now alert, and floats closer to stand guard over the three of you while Doc does his demonstration.
"Venting the malware ammo out?" You ask.
"Exactly. The gun has both Viral and Vaccine programs. Nothing that's enough to hurt bigger Digimon. In the very core is a bit of twisted code, that the whole thing is built around. Antiviral algorithms constantly try to delete and repair it, but they're never strong enough to snuff it out. That's how you have a stable object that doesn't melt into useless noise in your hands."
He points to the barrel.
"When you fire, it takes that code and shoots it out. You can keep blasting until you empty out its packet reservoir, and then you'll have to wait a little while before you can use it again."
"And what did venting do?"
"I emptied out the reservoir, and when it came rushing out, all of it got destroyed by the vaccine working overtime. Your partner felt it. You'll want to empty this out before you put it away, don't ever leave malware running in your inventory, girl."
You take the weapon with care, and listen closely as he explains how to use it. You've watched Takuda and a few other past punks use these things with reckless abandon. Only Wind has handled his packet pistol with care and attention. You'd much rather follow his example, since he's not in a Pod after using one for so long.
"Well. That's all you need to know. Come back safe, you hear? I'd like to see you one more time before you go climb to your freedom. Take care out there. And..."
<span class="mu-s">"You don't have to say it, Doc. We'll do it."</span>
"No, I have to. Kill him for me, Marnie, Phascomon. A Digimon like that... something wicked has infected his heart. There's no turning back for that one."
Rehabilitation is indeed out of the question if the City is mobilizing this hard against DarkTyrannomon. You glance at the three Kokuwamon, who are still standing with a gap in between their favorite formation. They glance sadly at the missing space.
"Okay. And I'll make sure to get that Digimon data you asked for too."
"Very good. Or I'll be taking that weapon back. Now, go. You said you had to make it before their mission began, didn't you?"
You leave Doc's partition with the weapon strapped to your hip, and the reservoir emptied of ammo. You can almost feel the viral core struggling to be let out, and you're unsure if you're imagining the low hum coming from it. With Phascomon safely tucked inside your Digivice, you begin hopping across the rooftops to reach the district again.
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