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<span class="mu-b"><span class="mu-s">"I'll be in charge of sending reports, and I'll rein in the other shock troop squads so that your path is cleared up after a while. I'm sorry in advance, you WILL be fired on while we get things together. We can't stop a few members from being overzealous."</span></span>
<span class="mu-s">"Hmph. I'll try not to delete too many when I fire back."</span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">"Apart from that, Hoverespimon is partially responsible for recon and mission control. You've met him, of course, you know he's a friend. He'll be sending word of your interference once it happens, and rig things so that troops are pulled back when you're active. Once our front liners are pulled back, thanks to the presence of a new Ultimate-level Digimon, we'll make a proper case for letting you rampage. And we'll work on getting fire support. After all, why would mission control want to shoot you down when you're handling our enemies?"</span></span>
Phascomon exchanges a look with you. Hoverespimon? On Mission control? Hi-Commandramon is talking like he hasn't tried to plot against the two of you already. That's not a position you want him to be in, but you have zero power to reorganize their manpower. All you can do is take the risk.
"Fine. If anybody goes too far and tries to take us in, we'll fight them without mercy. That'll be their own responsibility."
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">"Acceptable."</span></span>
You hold your hand out to shake, and he accepts it. You immediately check your arm for bugs and tracking tools, but find nothing, leaving Phascomon to return the same gesture. Hi-Commandramon has to squat to reach his height.
"Give us all the info you have. What is this partition, exactly?"
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">"We're very near it, actually. Hey, Commandramon. Bring the projection."</span></span>
One of his subordinates trots over with a holo-display, pulling up what looks like an entire district. Hi-Commandramon looks at you expectantly, and you return the same expression.
"Where?"
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">"No, this is it."</span></span>
"What do you mean? Point it out."
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">"This whole district is one model. That's where he's hiding out."</span></span>
You squint and look closer. The hologram depicts an entire financial district, full of people doing their fake puzzle-solving jobs and speculating on the increase in credit values of specific items. There are a couple of them scattered around the city, and this is a relatively small one. Still, it spans whole blocks, and looks nothing like the little indoor partitions you've been in.
No, scratch that. It's about as big as the inside of the data center you bombed. That place was a truly massive labyrinth, with tons of unused white space that housed the processing facility. Only, this looks much denser. Your confusion turns to amazement as you rotate the model around.
