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Pulsemon begins leading the way once more. Ryan sends Gizamon out as well, and he takes the vanguard along with the little beast-man.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">"Huh, haven't taken a good look at you just yet! You smell all wet!"</span></span> He says.
Gizamon wrinkles his nose, trying to get a whiff of himself, then rolls his blue eyes and follows close behind.
"Threats to look out for, Pulsemon?" You ask.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">"Patrols! They know my face, and know that I'm not up to anything huge. Plus, I've beaten up enough of those Espimon to send a message! But they'll probably try and stop you if they see you."</span></span>
"Espimon and Commandramon?"
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">"Bingpot, or whatever they say."</span></span>
"We planned for a subtle approach, so don't go aggravating them." You order. He nods hesitantly.
<span class="mu-s">"Okay. Onwards to the surgery room."</span>
Pulsemon starts leading you through the labyrinthine corridors. It's a lot less stressful now that there aren't cameras to jam every few feet. The prospect of a Digimon battle is less scary than being permanently tagged by a bot. You run into a patrol at one point, but quickly duck around a corner and wait for them to pass by. They keep marching without issue.
"They look stressed out." Ryan says. "On edge."
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">"Must be because of the guests."</span></span> Gizamon adds.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">"That's right. They get like this whenever weird Digimon start lingering within the partition. If they start wrecking equipment or actively deleting the guards, then they call in bigger guns."</span></span>
<span class="mu-s">"But they normally just wait for them to leave, like you said."</span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">"Mhm."</span></span>
