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Kokuwamon glows with intense light, doubling, tripling, quadrupling and beyond. You watch in amazement as he shoots past Doc in stature, until you're face to face with yet another Mekanorimon.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">"What did you do?! There's a- Huh?! You copied him!"</span></span>
"That's right. And without your nasty tricks too."
Doc reaches out for the cockpit, but something seems to stop him. He looks down at his hands and legs, where various augments are grafted permanently to his user model. His gaze lingers for several heartbeats before shifting to you.
"Marnie, how would you like the honors?"
"Me?" You ask, pointing to your chest in surprise.
"I'm not risking it. If I cause interface issues trying to pilot him, then all of this is for nothing. You go on in there and drive. I'm sure it's not hard. Three Champions on one, and he's tired out. You could do it."
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">"Or we could run."</span></span> Commandramon interupts. He scowls hard at the clone of his partner, fingering the stock of his weapon in frustration.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">"Mekanorimon flies. And you can do that- whatever it is with Porcupamon that lets him shrink. Then you have your floating Solarmon. We can all get closer to the exit by flying right over his head."</span></span>
"You aren't wrong, little lizard. But I think we're all due a little payback. I'll leave this up to the girl who's going to be riding shotgun."
You feel numerous sets of eyes focus on you, and you stare at the awaiting cockpit.
