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“He doesn’t want you to overstep again. You kept pushing at his boundaries, and he didn’t like it.”
<span class="mu-s">”Meh, we can’t claim otherwise. Still, what a petty little jackass. After all we’ve done? After what we’re doing right now?”</span>
“Oh, we’re here!” He declares, glad to escape the conversation.
You recognize the long, winding passages that lead up to the base. You traverse them in reverse and finally reach the blank wall at the end. Ryan sends out a ping and orders the gate open, revealing numerous new faces on the other side; many of whom are standing guard with Digimon next to them.
“Ryan! It’s you!” A newbie cries out. He has some kind of squat little bird Digimon with him. You recognize it as one of the species that was present in the Radar room when you raided it. His expression turns to one of shock as he sees you following close behind.
“Is this…”
“That’s her. Don’t stare, we’re going straight to Bella.”
You briskly pass through the sentry gate before they have time to speak to you.
“They know me?”
“Well, yeah. We had to catch them up to speed. And some of them know you because of the little scene you made.”
You spy the same wicked little punk that was attacking Pulsemon the other day. Looks like they accepted him after all. He tries not to meet your eye, but his Digimon is glaring blatantly. This time, your face is uncovered, and he can get a good look at you. Pulsemon bristles from within Ryan’s Digivice.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">”What’s HE doing here?! You work with him?”</span></span>
“Just one of their fresh recruits. Don’t make a scene, Pulsemon, we’re almost done.” You urge.
He falls silent, but his unhappiness is made clear when he forces himself out of Ryan’s Digivice to walk with his own two feet.
As you make your way to the workshop, you examine the repairs that the new Dogs of War have been carrying out. Some of it is very rudimentary, with raw polygons filling up the missing chunks of the wall. Other areas look good as new, while several spots have mismatched assets holding them together.
“How’s Bella? She knew we were trying to help, right?”
“Yeah. And I texted her as soon as you cleared me to open up comms.”
You’re soon struck by a wave of heat, signaling your proximity to Squid and ToyAgumon’s lab. The little guy is tapping away at his Rookie-sized console when you enter.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">“Marnie! Hello! How’ve you been?”</span></span>
“I’m good. We need Squid to take a look at the Cutemon for us. We secured him, but I don’t know how ready he might be to help Bella.”
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">”Right, and your leg too! I’ll go fetch her!”</span></span>
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