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You slink into the entrance foyer, looking over the assembled crowd. There aren't that many of them, and the ones directly in front are all holding shoddy-looking Digivices. Wind is giving his speech by the teleporter beacon, with Squid projected on a large screen behind him. You've chosen to be late in order to skip the formalities. You heard a bit of it from down the hall, and you're not too invested. He talks about striking back against the system that binds you all in place, and showing the untempered, yet disenfranchised masses that rebellion is possible. He glares at you as you walk in late, nearly at the end of his address.
"I trust that those of you accompanying us on this mission have memorized your roles thoroughly. Along with a bit of outside help, we now have every piece we need to win. We just need to play them right. So- WHO'S READY FOR WAR?!"
His subordinates cheer, and you tap your foot impatiently. Phascomon makes some kind of rude quip from inside the Digivice, but it's drowned out by the audience. The Digimon Tamers cluster around Wind, and he motions for you to come over. Those uninvolved parties move off to various parts of the room, pulling up feeds, maps, and displays, in order to act as tech support. Several of them walk up to the Digimon Tamers and begin copying their textures. These must be the doubles that you turned down. They head upstairs in order to create alibis for your team members, and your gaze lingers on the one that looks like Wind. He's taking part in it too.
Just in time, Kaus Gammamon and ToyAgumon emerge from the same hall you were hiding in. The taller of the two is pushing a cart, and the three bombs are securely locked behind a display. Plastic fingers reach up to unseal it, and you behold the pulsating masses.
"Glad you could finally join us, Marnie... Here. Collect yours, then we'll be moving overland. It's going to be a long walk before we reach the compound. I heard you're not interested in having someone cover for you. Sick of life on the surface?"
"Just not keen on that plan. Gives up too much. If we're fast, we'll be fine, right?"
<span class="mu-s">"Yeah! In and out, real quick."</span>
"Alright. No skin off my back if it goes badly. Here, meet the team-"
