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<span class="mu-s">"Don't get your laces in a twist, we're not here to mess with you. We're just looking for a particular Digimon. Just our luck that you showed up, huh? Now, we didn't come to collect any debt, but what say you scratch our backs and answer a couple questions?"</span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">"I guess it's the least I could do. Let's get somewhere quieter, then you can ask away."</span></span>
He starts zipping off. You watch him run from cover to cover, leaving trails of static electricity as he moves. This DIgimon runs remarkably fast, leaving you to wonder how he got caught in the first place. He must have slipped up somewhere. Just to be safe, you return Phascomon to your Digivice and follow on foot. If you get spotted, you can just say you were just watching this rare Digimon out of curiosity.
Pulsemon takes you through the hedge, until you find a spot where the green walls are particularly high. He settles beneath a block of leaves and signals for you to sit down as well. A small assortment of snacks are scattered about, with numerous wrappers littering the area.
"Do people vandalize this place?" You ask, staring at the trash distastefully.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">"No, this is just my emergency hangout spot. Why?"</span></span>
Ah. The trash must not be teleporting itself to the sewers, since Pulsemon was the one consuming the food. There was never any automatic registration of it as litter, after being emptied out by a human. You push an empty can away and sit cross-legged on the fake grass.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">"Where'd your partner go? Left him in the dust?"</span></span>
"Hololize."
Pulsemon watches in amazement as Phascomon's data pushes its way back into existence. He yawns and stretches as he looks around the hedge alcove.
<span class="mu-s">"Nice spot to hang out in... But not if you want to stay hidden. Why are you hanging around a Hospital instead of taking your chances out in the city? Can't be much food in here."</span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">"There is for me! This place is like a buffet. Human data aplenty!"</span></span>
You exchange a look with your partner, immediately getting ready to fight. If this Digimon is hunting down people and eating them, you need to delete it at once.
<span class="mu-s">"Uh... Like, patients?"</span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">"Of course!"</span></span>
You shift your stance into a half-squat, preparing to spring away.
<span class="mu-s">"The bots don't notice them going missing?"</span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">"What? Why would they go missing? I just take their data from the machines. Always a treat when Sportsball players get scanned!"</span></span>
"What data, exactly?"
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">"Y'know, biometrics, metadata copies, heart rate signals, they all go straight into me!"</span></span> He declares, his tail twitching happily. You breathe a sigh of relief.
<span class="mu-s">"That's a real misleading way to put it, Pulsemon... But anyway, that's not what I meant to ask-"</span>
