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Mekanorimon drills a temporary hole in the EM fence. It picks a spot far away from prying eyes, leaving a garage doorway-sized opening for you and Porcupamon to walk through. You're reluctant to establish communication with it and Commandramon, not knowing how well they can trace your burner accounts, so you come up with a way to rendezvous. Whenever he needs to check in with you, he stands still atop a building, letting you approach from your own hiding spot.
You slowly make your way through the surrounding district, with Porcupamon safely in your Digivice. Commandramon doesn't seem to know about it, and when you meet up for the first time, he looks around and tries to spot your partner while talking. After a couple more rooftop meetups to update you on directions, he stops surveying your surroundings, accepting that the bulky Porcupamon is well-hidden somewhere nearby. He's not wrong.
Eventually, you stop in a bustling neighborhood, quite a distance from Doc's workshop.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">"They were real brazen, all the evidence goes right across the streets. Speaking of, you weren't spotted, were you?"</span></span>
"No, quite sure nobody saw me. Across the streets, like, residential areas?"
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">"Yes, right out of the planned housing estates, and back into spots where people live. I'll need to send in some bots to conduct interviews again..."</span></span>
"Why'd you stop here? Where are we going next?"
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">"I wanted to ask something. You and your buddy seem used to this. But before that, just how many Digimon does the missing person work with? I started finding even more metal data. Kokuwamon again, and something else."</span></span>
That must be Solarmon and the survivors. If they're alive, Doc might be too. Maybe not anymore, considering how long ago the incident was. You look around shiftily, unable to give him a proper answer.
"A bunch. Where does the trail lead in the end?"
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">"There's a big subnet here. Look."</span></span>
Commandramon points to a mall down below. Your goggles reveal a purplish trail of scrap data, leading towards the large globe that sits in front of the entrance plaza. There are few people around this time of day, and the mall doesn't seem like a particularly popular one. You stare at the globe and voice out a question.
