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Hmm, what to do, what to do. Here he was, all holed up in his room with nothing to play around with and no one to talk to. It made him outright annoyed, but he liked the quiet. The reptile digimon coughed to clear his throat. Beside the digimon laid a microphone that was just as tall as he was. The MacField brand microphone was one of his most treasured things next to his voice. The dragon loved singing whenever he was held off in his room until he was called by Boss. The Shoutmon cleared his throat once more before humming into his microphone to test the amplification of his voice.

"Testing, testing." His voice boomed through the hotel room. The room was a standard room; one bed, a window with a view of the desert, along with a table with a lamp and a few other things, along with a bathroom. The red dragon digimon normally holed up in the rooms that were never taken up by guests and used the time spent to either practice his hobby of singing, or use the vents to spy on any conversations held by the digimon between the rooms. The last juicy conversation the small dragon had eavesdropped involved a somewhat...odd relationship between a human and a digimon. He shrugged his shoulders as he recalled the memory. He wouldn't judge, but he longed for an opportunity to ask them why without making it sound like they were freaks (they kind of were) or without it being all awkward and such.

With another sigh, the Shoutmon continued his mic test. All of a sudden, the digimon sneezed into the microphone, the sound amplifying past the room and to the neighboring rooms. A myriad of cries were heard throughout the floors as the Shoutmon covered his face in embarrassment.

"Let's hope no one found out it was me..." he muttered to himself before taking his microphone and leaving the room. Closing the door slowly, it made a giant "creak" sound. Wincing at the sound, the Shoutmon just decided to throw caution to the wind and slam the door. Fixing his headphones, the small dragon scanned the hallways for any signs of life. He was soon thrown to the ground with a cry of surprise.

"Were you the one that did that horrid sound!?" the digimon cried out.

"What's it to y-oh my." The Shoutmon was ready to make a quick rebuttal before he was faced with his attacker.

A Gargomon was right up in his face, the gun arm pointed right at him. "Okay, how the hell do I get myself out of this one...Aha!" a bolt of inspiration soon hit him. Coughing loudly, the dragon gripped his microphone tightly. Jumping back to cover some distance, the musical digimon was ready to scream once more before a loud static voice sparked to life.

" Sid, to my office. I have a request for you." The voice grunted before the speaker died down.

Blinking rapidly, the Shoutmon sighed as the microphone disappeared from his hand. Flexing his claws, he began stretching, much to the Gargomon's dismay.

"Hey, what's your problem!?" The large pants wearing rabbit growled.

"If you value your life, I'd like to get to my Boss, thank you." The dragon said politely. The rabbit raised a brow before aiming his gun at the reptile down the hallway once more. For almost making him deaf with that stupid mic, he'd pay dearly, he didn't care who he was!

Seeing as how the rabbit wasn't going to let up without a fight, the Shoutmon summoned his MacField brand microphone once more and took a deep breath. Screaming into the microphone, the sound was amplified three times its normal sound, and with the Gargaomon's sensitive ears, it would be a horrible thing to hear. The rabbit was reduced to covering his ears to block out the sound, but to no avail. The Adult was on the ground as he clutched his head in pain.

The shoutmon, known as Sid walked past the rabbit with a smirk on his face. "I told ya." He reinforced his point by slamming the microphone stand on the Adult's back before heading upstairs. If Boss had called him up, that meant a job wasn't that far behind. Aside from his two companions, Sid was a special case. He served as the Boss' advisor during meetings, as the Shoutmon's ability with music and voices allowed him to tell who was a potential liar just by their tone of voice. Aside from this, the shoutmon was also a connections type of digimon. By whatever strand of data everyone held, digimon were big gossips and stories, no matter how ludicrous or stupid.

Now then, this kind of job served next to no purpose in the hotel, but Boss loved to be in the know about certain things for some reason. Like that idiotic Astamon, but Sid could never get anything delicate out of Terminus City that everyone already didn't know. With a small groan, Sid soon arrived at his leader's office, taking note of a part of the wall that looked like it had something stabbed through it.

"Probably got mad at Butch or something." He thought. "You called for me, Boss?"

The ryudamon sat on the top of his desk, kicking his feet as he was cleaning his shiny new helmet. Sid had no idea how he had acquired a new one, as he heard from Clark and Butch that the original had been destroyed in a fight. That worried Sid for two reasons; Boss was not a slacker in a fight, so whoever did that was not ordinary, and that most likely meant he was still in a foul mood.

Sid never had extended contact the way Butch and Clark did, as the shoutmon preferred to stay alone at times either going through the digital grape vine or just working on his voice.

"Yup. I have a little request of you. I'd like for you to dig around and find the location of a certain digimon for me." Boss questioned.

Was the request that simple? Find one digimon? Frankly, Sid was capable of finding just one digimon, despite other digimon of the same species lying around the world was child's play in his opinion. Cocking his head to the side, he was beginning to question what Boss was really up to. "I don't see the point in this. What digimon do you need to track so badly that you need me to do it? You could ask Clark or Butch." he commented.

Boss raised a brow as he finished cleaning his helmet and set it upon his head. "Well, some things have been happening in my life, and I want to find a certain digimon and just have him found. After that, you're free to go." He said.

"Mind telling me what this digimon is?"

"A Matadormon. I know, they're pretty rare around these parts, but I just need to find one. It's all I ask of you, Sid. You know I wouldn't want to send you on a wild chase, right?"

Sid simply nodded and did a short bow.

"Right then, so we're clear on this. Once you've found your info, report back to me."

"Yes, Boss. I'll try to be as quiet as I can about this." The shoutmon did a short bow before leaving the office. Closing the door behind him, the red dragon cupped his chin, wondering what his leader had up his sleeve. Normally these requests ended in success, but soon after, Boss would disappear for a day or two, leaving someone in his place (normally Sid or just someone he could trust) and would then come back with a spring in his step.

Sid was not stupid by any means, and this connection obviously meant that Boss did something with the digimon in question. The question of the day was what? If Sid was a betting 'mon, he'd wager that he'd delete them and probably take their data if his hunger wasn't sated. Shrugging his shoulders, Sid decided to leave his theories alone for now. Whatever Boss did on his own time was none of his business.

"But I can't help but be curious." He pouted as he went across the hallways and back to his room.

"Hey, lizard! You almost blew my ears out!"

Oh boy, he knew he forgot something.