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Chapter Twenty-Seven: Assault
Loading her gun, Aleena holstered it into her belt and turned to the others. “Get your Digimon out.”
Zalyea scoffed. “I know you did not just—”
Tyler placed a hand on her shoulder as he pressed the side button of his Digivice and a purple portal formed, releasing Idomon. “Just this once, Zalyea.”
“Whatever.” As Zalyea and the others released their Digimon, they were noticed.
“Who are you?” A RODAF agent rushed over, his black suit proof that he was a base agent and not a field agent. This would be easy.
“Talmon.” Aleena ran at him, diving into his chest before he could take in the situation. As she knocked him to the ground, she stood back up and continued to run.
From behind, Talmon said, “Energy Burst.”
Unfortunately, they had still raised suspicion and an alarm began to blare. Looking around, she kept her cool and blocked out the sound. “Leomon’ll be in the research labs.” Tur
Chapter Twenty-Six: A New Life
Taran looked around the entrance hall that he had been left in. A blue flash caught his attention, originating from a crack in between the closed doors that Aleena and the others were behind. He swallowed back in a mixture of fear and nerves; how was he supposed to just live here now? Right now, he had never missed his family so much.
The entrance hall was as grand and spacious as the rest of the house had been. From the door, and continuing all the way up the staircase—which split into left and right about halfway up—was a black rug with lots of men holding swords on it made from gold thread. The white marble floor was shining as brightly as the mirrors hung on the walls, which made it a little hard to see, and the sounds of people moving about made him nervous. A faint scent of food drifted from somewhere else, but Taran didn’t dare venture to find out where. There were also a few paintings on the walls, but Taran didn’t recognise any, save for the one at the
Chapter Twenty-Five: A Favour
Screaming. Crying. The smoke. That acrid smoke. It was all over—even in his lungs. Inhaling sharply, Len opened his eyes and saw the wheel in his face. “Guys?” he called, afraid to move. No response. He tried to move his toes and felt the inside of his shoes. So he could walk, at least. Sitting back slowly, he tried to move his arms and then turned his neck slowly to look for the others but was shocked to see nothing. There was no back compartment. It had been torn off entirely. Instead, he was looking up at the sky. That meant that the driver’s compartment was facing the ground. Looking at the broken glass all around his face, he noted that whatever had done this had really hit the car hard.
Touching his forehead, Len felt warm sticky liquid. He lifted his fingertips away and saw the blood. It almost made him feel woozy. He was always fine when he was training in the junior paramedics, but this was something different. It was his blood. “What
Chapter Twenty-Four: The Calm Before The Storm
“I think I’ve got stomach cramps,” Alex grumbled.
Len laughed. Alex always knew how to lighten the mood. “Just lie down and relax.”
Alex’s disgruntled voice came from somewhere in the back of the van. “Easy for you to say.”
“Is everyone alright back there?” Corinne called as the car jittered about. “We didn’t forget anyone, did we?” Her voice let on to the fear she was feeling but she was outwardly calm as ever.
Tyler reached up and pulled open the little window hatch between the driver’s compartment and the back of the truck, allowing some light to spill in to the dim compartment. “Do you think you could drive a bit smoother?”
Len looked around at everyone. Taran was sat in the corner, with his knees tucked into his chest and Rori and Aleena were just barely visible on the floor. Alex was lay at his feet and Zalyea opposite. “Are you even driving on a road, Corinne?” Len asked.