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As soon as you exit the partition, you start falling. The scream that escapes your lips is cut off when a hand grasps your back roughly, bundling up a handful of your jacket and preventing you from plummeting all the way down. You've emerged mid-air, and Kaus Gammamon is hovering next to the exit with his wing membranes extended. They didn't dare wait for you inside, with ticking timers of their own, but they haven't hung you out to dry.
Several shapes zip through the darkness, alerted by your presence in their airspace. Kaus Gammamon leans forward and glides, taking all three of you away from the data center. Wind is tucked between his legs, with the bulky protrusions on the Digimon's thighs painfully pressing into his ribs. His own arms are left free to grab you, and he grunts in exertion.
"Float, float!" He demands.
You take a moment to get your bearings, then activate your f1oat as ordered. He sighs in relief as your mass stops dragging him down. With one hand, he repositions his own weightless self into a more comfortable pose, then swings you around to his partner's claw. You each grab on, allowing him to tuck his arms in and dive without worrying about dislodging you.
The Pteramons close in, beginning to launch missiles at you. Wind pulls out his malware gun and shoots back, detonating several before they come near. Kaus Gammamon is forced to do an aileron roll to avoid the others. It's a messy motion that causes his two human passengers to spin around like party streamers. You're both hit with strong whiplash as the missiles explode against the side of a nearby building.
They're much faster than Wind's partner, but they have less interest in chasing him down than they do protecting their territory. Once you get far enough away, they return to their aerial patrol. In less than four minutes, they'll receive news of the explosion from inside the partition.
Kaus Gammamon lands in an alleyway, right when both of your antigravity apps expire. You all tumble across the tarmac, and Phascomon yelps as your wrist collides with a dumpster heavily. Wind coughs hard, stumbling upright with his gun held low, while his partner raises his fists and looks out for pursuers.
When none arrive by the time the dust settles, you all brief a sigh of relief. He raises his own comms unit to his mouth.
"Jamming team. Make your exit. Stand down."
He looks to you next.
"Did you make it?"
You nod briskly.
"Good. Then let's get somewhere high. We've got three minutes."
A hesitant smile spreads across his face, but you don't return it. The both of you get climbing.
Three minutes later, you're standing on a rooftop with your partner fully materialized in Rookie form, trying to get used to the roughness of the city after spending far too long in a near featureless void. You gaze out at the data center and wait, counting the seconds until it explodes.
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