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Jason:

After hearing those sobs, I was ready to march right back into that office and start slam-ing the Admiral with dozens of punches. The only thing that stopped me however was Ryan clutching my wrist and pulling me along, which caught me a little off my guard and caused me to stumble a little bit. After I got my stride back, in which Ryan had led from the ops-center, he finally spoke.

"I know, I heard too, Jason," Ryan said, sadly after letting go of my wrist.

"The fact that the Admiral slapped his partner?" I asked, sounding pretty stupid for asking such a question.

He dropped his head and nodded, looking beat. "Yeah, I heard the slap and saw the way he looked at Anders. Something doesn't settle right with me about him, but I don't know what it is yet."

"Guess I'm not the only one," I hardly mumbled.

He nodded again. "We're partners, it's our job to understand each other." He turned his head and gave me a smile that I knew as genuine and totally true, unlike the Admiral's.

I was glad I could count on someone like him to understand and help me out whenever I needed it, and since we were partners it was much better since we understood each other's emotions and feelings other than someone else who could know us for years but not understand everything about us. Ryan was everything a partner could ask for: nice, caring, gentle, nice, sweet, (cute), and honest. He was a great reasonable person and he was passionate as well, which showed when he cared about his friends. Being one of his closer friends made my stomach flutter with butterflies, even though I was still growing accustomed to regular teenage and human things I still felt a strong devotion to Ryan and our partnership.

As we headed down the elevator, my mind wandered back to the sound of that slap. It sent chills up and down my spine each time I had thought of it. The things that the Flamedramon was going through...and no one noticed? I sure heard that sound and those whimpers clearly and I'm sure Ryan had as well, so why exactly did the Admiral want us to hear that? It was cruel to my ears and it made me want to storm back into that man's office and start wailing on him with some kicks to the nuts. This Admiral guy was sup-posed to be a great and powerful man who lead a nation with a hard but still passionate fist, but was this what he was like on the inside? A cruel and mean tyrant who abuses his Digimon partner while no one notices?

No, was what my mind wanted to think. But just after seeing the guy told me that something wasn't right about him. I didn't like him, at all. I had already decided that. Ryan...I was going to have to hope he would trust me and stay on my side like he said he would.

We stopped on the floor the Admiral had mentioned and began to make our way to the room where he had explained to us. It wasn't far down the hall, just a turn at the end of the small corridor and--

BOOM!

_ _ Instantly, I drew my sword (actually, it was drawn since I was still holding it) and got into the best fighting stance I could muster, without having any knowledge of how to even swordfight. Ryan had his blade in his hand, in which he looked much better in his fighting stance than I did, and was carefully making his way down the hallway. I follow-ed suit behind him as we followed the sound of the explosion.

After hearing hundreds of those same sounds, it was never good to hear one that was so close to you. I knew from experience.

Smoke poured from a door down the hallway, the black ash seeping through the small cracks from within the metal frame as it rose to the ceiling. A red light flashed on and off above the door, most likely saying Steer Clear! This room is on fire or some-thing!

However, with the two of us, we weren't exactly the pair that stayed away from dangerous things or places. Ryan made his way to the door, covering his nose and mouth with his arm as the smoke hovered just over our heads. I could hear the smoke being vented from above which gave us some more air to breathe. Once we both got to the door, it opened automatically and released a thick mass of black smoke that hit us right in the face. As we both coughed to get the smoke out of our lungs, the smoke cleared around us to reveal a large-ish white room. Two rows of three tables were set out, all had white countertops (or black now) with a few things that were placed on the top that I couldn't understand, the floor was murky with black smoke while the roof looked like something had exploded in a ball of spoke, spreading the ash and smoke across the ceiling all over the room.

"Someone there?" a voice called out from across the room.

I coughed and tried to wipe the smoke from my face. "Uh, ahem, yeah! You need some help?" I asked stupidity

"Yes! Yes! There's a...switch on the wall close to you I think, flip it up and it'll vent the smoke from the room." A second voice spoke from the other side, coughing just after he had spoken.

I wasted no time in finding the switch, which wasn't hard. I flipped it on and instantly air sucked into the room, smoke rising to the ceiling to the vents and leaving the room. Once the smoke was gone and we were able to see again, I looked around to find the sounds of the voices.

Standing from behind one of the tables across the room was a guy that did look around Ryan's age and a Tentomon. The guy had short black hair, glasses, and slightly tanned skin. He wore a white lab coat, black pants, and a red button-up shirt. He didn't look nerdy or much and actually looked pretty cool. His coat was stained with black ash and his face had smoke black splotches marked all over.

As he dusted himself off, he looked to both of us. "Thank you for coming when you did. We really appreciate it." The guy took his glasses off and wiped the smoke from them. "I'm going on a hunch and saying that you both are Ryan and Jason?"

We nodded to him, both of us seeming to be at a loss of words. Ryan and he were, like, the same age and even the great sword master himself was finding it hard to speak to the guy himself. Huh.

Finally, he said something. "Y-yeah. That's us. I'm--"

"Ryan Masters," the Tentomon finished for him, then looked to me. "You're Jason Masters, correct?" he asked.

I nodded my head slowly. "Uh, yeah, how, um, did you know that?"

He chuckled, as if amused by my question. "We did a little research ourselves and found both of your identities. Don't worry, we didn't dig too deep and find out every-thing that there is to know about you, that would be really creepy."

At least someone understood logic.

The guy with the glasses spoke again after putting them back on. "Right on then. It's a pleasure, well, I suppose the better term is honor, to meet the both of you. You're already well-known for capturing Rodrigo, some are even calling you two the 'saviors of Manchester' and all of that."

I felt my cheeks burn, but not in a bad way. "That's a little overselling us. Ryan did the 'capturing', not me."

"Still, it's an impressive feature to have you on the battle front lines and survive, without any training whatsoever," the Tentomon said again. "It just goes to prove that you really are special."

My cheeks burned red hot again. These compliments were making me feel better about myself (only a little) and how I was able to do things I never even thought (heard) of before. Getting a compliment from two of the smartest people on the planet felt really good and comforting, and knowing they they're not overly smart and care more about their work or something else other than Ryan and I made the mood better.

"Thanks," I replied after a few seconds of waiting/thinking.

The guy in the coat came over with his partner and took Ryan's hand in his in a handshake gesture. "The pleasure is all mine. My name is Ian Yamaha, this would be my partner Ron Yamaha."

"I know about you, you were on that magazine, right?" Ryan asked curiously, shaking his hand.

Ian chuckled and smiled. "Even with a world war going on, it amazes me that we still actually have time" he emphasized the word. "to even gossip about that kind of stuff. But yes, we were on the front cover." He strode away. "If you don't mind, would you not mention it? I hate being reminded of that thing."

"What're you talking about?" I asked, winking in his direction. Once he caught my eye he smiled and nodded.

"Nothing, except your new gear," he spoke with the mischievous grin of a little kid inside a candy store.

"You sound like once of those spy guys ready to give the secret agents their weapons and gadgets and stuff," Ryan stated, sounding amused.

Ron chuckled and looked at Ryan, well, at least I think he looked at Ryan. It was hard to tell since he was technically a bug with these huge eyes that made it hard to understand which way he was looking for a second, until he pointed it out.

"We could make it sound like that if you like," Ron chuckled.

"Agents Ryan and Jason!" Ian spoke in a strict yet funny super funny deep tone. "Are you ready to accept your roles as the protectors of the world?"

After he had stopped speaking I knew Ryan and I were trying to keep from laughing so hard that our sides hurt. It was funny just to listen to what he said, added with the weird voice and it was just funny. I could seriously not take this guy serious, no matter how smart he was, if he did that again.

I saw Ian's cheeks flush red as he cleared his throat. "Come on, follow me." He beckoned us, still with a smile on his face.

"Promise not to do that voice again?" I asked.

"I can't promise that," Ron chuckled, getting a look from Ian over his shoulder.

Ian lead us to the back of the room where a section of the wall had been closed off by a fuzzy looking sheet of glass that seemed to cover up something on the other side. I couldn't see what the glass hid but it looked pretty big on the other side, well, one looked bigger than the other (which looked as big as me). Ian and Ron both looked very excited to reveal this to us, even Ron buzzed his wings quicker than I had seen before (or if it was even normal) and Ian looked like he was about to jump out of his skin.

"Behold!" they both said unison.

Once Ron clicked a button next to the glass, the wall began to slide to the side and revealed two manikins that were garbed in some weird clothing. I cocked my eye and looked at both of them for a few seconds, trying to find the right words to describe them. Cool? Weird? Odd? Comfy? They didn't seem to fit!

"They're...different than a G.M.A.F uniform," Ryan pointed out.

Ian nodded and gestured to the first manikin. The statue wore a set of white robes but they didn't look like regular robes. Around the waist was a red sash that had that weird tattoo that Ryan had on his arm and bracers with two more silk red sashes draping down the thigh. The robe seemed to drape down to his leg then cut and curve it's way to his knee, also from the back as well. The upper torso was bare, short-sleeve, with an open collar at the neck and a hood in the back for the head. I noticed it had a leather shoulder pad tied around the chest and wrapped around the back. The thing was solid white with the sashes being silk red with that weird symbol.

"This would be Ryan's," Ron gestured to the white one that did actually look to be Ryan's size. "This one is yours, Jason."

The second one was definitely my size. It looked grayish blue and was triple layered and uneven at the lower body, underneath the first layer looked to be a black under-part that draped to my legs as well. A similar faded red sash was tied around my waist along with a brown leather belt with a few other things I couldn't see. It bared its own hood along with something like a gray-white fur padding on the left shoulder, while on the other shoulder were two metal shoulder pads that overlapped each other just perfectly, as well as two leather looking bracers similar to Ryan's fashioned at the arms, in which the robe was short sleeve. The fabric looked smooth and easy to move in, I even took notice of the intricate and swirly designs around the edges of the clothing, as well as the same insignia on the chest of the set of robes.

Once my eyes locked with the symbol on the chest of the robes, I felt a burning sensation on my hand that made my skin crawl. It itched and burned, as I scratched it which only caused it only burn more and more to the point that I started hissing and grunting from the pain it was causing me. A collective gasp surged through the room once they looked at me, I saw Ian clutch his mouth and Ron shiver while Ryan stared at me like I was just voted Miss America or something (yet another thing I was told from Ryan).

"What?" I asked. "Is there something on my face?" I asked again.

Ryan shook his head. "Not your face...you're hand, Jason." He said, rubbing his own arm like it was itching as well.

I was confused at first then I hastily looked at my hand. Instantly I gasped. There was a mark on the top of my hand! It was just like Ryan's mark, it was dark black and fully colored in. It was also surrounded by a circle with markings around it, unlike Ryan's but it still freaked me out. I would've seen this thing three days ago so it wasn't there the whole time, it had only appeared there now.

"Whoa," I said, looking at the top of my hand. "That's cool."

"Astonishing," Ian gasped.

"Marvelous," Ron himself sounded like he was about to faint.

"Just like mine," Ryan said, looking at his own hand then to mine. They were exactly alike, other than mine having the circle and markings Ryan's didn't but they were still a close resemblance of the ones on the robes.

These marks were actually weirding me out a little, and it was mainly because they just popped out of nowhere and now were burned into my mind, as well as Ryan's since I knew he was sick of seeing this thing too. He had told me. I was sure I was going to get sick of the thing sooner or later as well.

I rubbed the top of my hand and put it in my pocket. I knew my face was crimson red, but I didn't care. Getting everything sorted out equipment-wise was the first thing on my mind and I needed to get that done more than anything.

"Right..." Ryan went on, saving my butt again. "Let's worry about the tattoo later. Is this our gear? It looks...pretty weird." He spoke truthfully."

Ian nodded and turned his gaze from my tattoo. "Yep, odd aren't they? Thing is though, I didn't really make these things." We both gave him confused looks, which caused him to sigh and start pacing. "There was a wooden chest placed outside my door about three weeks ago, with the technology we have nowadays I was able to get a good picture drawn out of what they should look like. When I saw them in the box, they were old, torn up, and falling apart." He wiped his forehead like it was one hundred degrees in the room. "I was able to determine which types of fabric would be best suited for the robes and fully remade them as best I could, and while I was remaking them Ron had found a set of plans for the bracers and throwing knives pouch, if that will even come in handy when you're using guns the whole time."

"Throwing knives?" I asked.

Ian only seemed to bounce. "Go on and try them on to see what I'm talking about." He explained as best as I could understand since he spoke quickly.

We didn't even have time to respond since they quickly grabbed the robes from the manikins, handing them to us as two more slots were parted from the wall and re-vealed two rooms that were equal to that of dressing rooms. I was shoved inside one while Ryan was pushed inside the other, while the doors shut I looked over my new set of clothes and felt them out first. They were smooth and soft and (surprisingly) light weight.

I shrugged and waved the sense of not putting them on off. I took off my hoodie and only left my shirt on, and since the outfit had a pair of sweat pants, I had to take off my jeans and put them on as well. Once I had done that, I dropped the robe over my body and wiggled into it, finding it very easy to put it on. The whole thing was perfectly measured, fitted, and weighted. I didn't feel much of a difference in my movement when I moved it which had me questioning how that was even possible considering that thing had to weigh about ten pounds, if not more. Once I tightened the sash around my waist and fastened the bags and loops around my sash I felt ready.

I took the bracers in my hand and buckled them snugly into place on my forearms, actually feeling a bit of weight added this time, but it wasn't a lot that made it hard to move my arm that much. After I had the bracers on, I knocked on the door which let me out. I walked out and looked to see Ryan already changed and ready as well.

He looked strong, powerful, and heroic. His body looked well defined on that robe, he was slim but toned and it showed his figure perfectly. With his blonde hair tied back into a ponytail while some strands covered his face made him look even better and stronger. I wondered how he thought I looked, since I could clearly tell he looked like a true hero in that uniform.

"Wow!" Ian gasped. "I didn't think Jason would fit that good in it!"

I blushed again. "How did you know it might though?" I asked.

Ian shrugged. "I don't know, the size was already there and all we had to do was just remake the clothes."

"Huh," I replied. "Ryan too?"

Ron nodded. "Both robes came with what looks like your sizes. Don't ask us how, we don't even know how either."

"Huh," Ryan said, just like me.

"Um, what're these?" I asked pulling out a diamond shaped piece of metal that looked as smooth as a skipping stone.

Ian came over and took it from my hand and spun himself, releasing the metal as it shot forward and embedded itself into the wall, perfectly I might add. The sight sent shivers down my spine before he turned back to smile at us.

"Throwing knives," he stated, giving is a childish smile.

"Oh," Ryan and I said at the same time. I saw him look at his own sash, touching each knife like it was an explosive.

Ron came over and tapped my bracer. "Since Ryan seems to have acquired his own bracers, I must tell you that yours may be a little different actually."

I cocked an eye at him. "How different?" I asked.

"You have one that does the same thing Ryan's does but your right arm has a different type of blade. We call it the 'hook-blade' since it is shaped like a hook of some sort. See for yourself." He tapped my bracer again.

I looked at Ryan who nodded at me. I had seen him use his hidden blade once before so I knew what he had to do to use it. I stood back and flicked my wrist out, sending the eagle-head shaped hook spring from the slot and stop a foot out of my arm. I pulled by wrist back and flicked it out again and saw that the blade that was laid against the hook-blade slide out. It looked shiny and clean, much like Ryan's hidden blade.

I let both blades slide inside their slots before speaking again. "Marvelous." I stated amazingly.

Ian nodded. "Never have I seem such mechanism work in my life, and that is saying something. Whatever these things are, I have to say that you two are pretty lucky to be in possession in them now. Whoever gave them to you must've been someone who had these things for a long time, for whatever reason they gave them to you, I have no clue but I have a feeling they were made for you." He stood there and thought.

As Ryan and I changed back into our original clothes, I couldn't stop thinking about what he had said. I have a feeling that they were made for you. He sounded truthful when he said that a wooden box was just placed in front of his door but saying that these clothes were made for us, I don't know. It sounded pretty hard to believe actually. He said three weeks, and there was no way I came to be just three weeks ago.

I decided to put it behind my mind and think about it later.

After we finished and gave our stuff to both Ian and Ron, Ian took Ryan aside and asked him something.

"Hey, I think I can forge a similar hook-blade just like Jason's for you," he said.

"How?" Ryan asked.

"Yeah, how exactly?" I added, walking over.

Ian fidgeted. "If I can get the right metal, I can add in the second blade below the hidden blade. See, there is already an open compartment below the blade, and if I can get the right metal then I can fix the second blade in place and possibly give you the hook-blade as well." He explained. "You never know it you might need it."

Ryan seemed to think this over for a few seconds then looked at his right arm and began to unbuckle his bracer. I saw him look at the metal bracer for a second then give it to Ian.

"When can I have it back?" he asked.

"Give me a week and a half, at best," Ian promised as he took the bracer carefully in his hands.

Ryan smiled. "As long as I get it back still intact and working, that's all that matters to me. Just please don't break it." Ryan laughed.

Ian smiled. "I promise."

Ryan smiled back and patted his shoulder. "We're gonna head out and get something to eat then head to bed, wanna join?"

Ian looked around then at the bracer. He looked to Ron who nodded at him happily then smiled and looked back at us. He set the bracer down and came back over to nod to us.

The four of us laughed a little as we left the room and finally went to catch a bite to eat before two of us died from starvation.

After chowing down on two burgers and some fries (Ryan and I) we parted ways with Ian and Ron, who both looked happy as we parted ways for our rooms. I was finally full and energized, two things I hadn't felt in two days. Ryan had to be savoring the food that filled his stomach, hell, I knew I was since I hadn't had anything warm or delicious for the past few days.

Those two actually gave us directions to our new rooms, which the Admiral and Anders forgot to tell us, and helped us find our rooms. We walked down the corridor towards our new quarters, dubbed X-55 Sector 6, and saw the room not far from the elevator.

The top of the door read Squad 14: Guys. And from that I could only guess that some of the guys from the squad were already inside and relaxing. I hoped that not all the guys were in there, it would only get really crowded for Ryan and I, and I was not really one who lived well in tight spaces. I found that out easily when I was under some panels of metal during the plane crash.

Once we approached the door, it automatically opened and let us inside. I was surprised there was no special lock or passcode that had to be punched in or something before we could enter but it wasn't like I was complaining.

Inside we were greeted with some loud music and a homey atmosphere. The room was equal to that of a hotel room with six single separate beds. Music beat against our ears but not too loud that it had me cover my tentacle-like ears. I didn't know much about music but Ryan had mentioned the singer that had sung the song that was going on now...David Guetta with Sia "Titanium". It was a good inspirational song that had plenty of emotion, rhythm, and vibe that could easily pound away at the walls.

The room itself was pretty cozy. The walls weren't the usual paper white with emotion, these walls were dark grey with a black trim near the floor and ceiling. There were exactly six beds, most folded in nicely with black sheets and white pillows. An iPhone played the music through a speaker near the back. A few posters decorated the walls, giving the room a little more emotion than they grey was giving it (not that grey was very emotional). A few table lamps illuminated the room, giving me a clear picture of what I was looking at, and I could honestly say it was much better than what I had pictured it to be.

Laying down on one of the single beds were Joshua and Tony cuddling together while they seemed to be reading a thick book. Yes, cuddling. I was positive that it was cuddling. Tony, the Guilmon, wore white pajama pants that slacked at his heel and a white T-shirt that showed his slim and flat chest while Joshua was shirtless (hot), revealing his muscular and sculpted chest that seemed to be handcrafted by DaVinci himself, while wearing only white matching pants.

I heard a faint giggle come from Tony while Joshua only smiled and held onto his partner closer, as if the Digimon was going to float away or something. I highly doubted he was going to float away since they were glued together. The sight was actually pretty cute, even if Joshua looked twice as strong as Tony was (who actually looked pretty average) they still looked like a cute couple.

Near the back I could see two more people. I realized they were Michael and Ty, wearing exactly what Tony was wearing in accordance with PJ's. They weren't cuddled up with each other however, in fact, they were actually pitting their minds against each other in a heated match between brain over brawn.

Poker.

I found it pretty funny actually, they were playing for fun no doubt since I'm sure they were not going to play for money. If it was strip poke however, I hoped my PJ's came with a blindfold. I might have been gay but that did not mean that I just loved seeing guys stark naked. Shirt off, fine by me. Pants? Hmm, I guess. Both? You might as well say you're streaking.

The door shut behind us and got their attention finally. I'm sure I had a dozen question marks over my head or something since they all cocked their eyes at us, well everyone other than Michael who stood up from his game--cards in hand--and walked over to meet us.

"Guys, meet our new roomies!" he smiled, draping his arms around both of our shoulders as he pulled us close for some sort of hug. Jeez, this guy was a little too happy for my taste.

Joshua waved to us, while Tony gave a slight giggle and waved back but it was the big guy who talked. "Sweet, we get two bad-asses who know how to kick some serious Shadow ass."

Tony slapped his shoulder in a playful manner. "Joshua!" he scolded then turned to greet us. "Never mind him, it's really great to see both of you again still in one piece. Surviving your first battle can take a lot out of you, I learned the first time when I took a bullet in my arm." He rubbed his left arm. "All I can say is that it was not a very pleasant experience to go through."

I rubbed my own arm just thinking about it. "I can bet it hurt."

"It did, once you get your first bullet wound, and trust me, you will eventually," he explained with a smile. "it will hurt for some time but it doesn't take long to heal as long as you don't strain yourself."

He made sense at least. I hadn't taken a bullet in the side or anything but I bet anything that it was going to hurt like hell. I had seen plenty of soldiers take a bullet for their comrades and seeing them in that much pain made my stomach squeeze a little on the inside.

Tony yawned a little. "Ahh. I think it's time for my shut eye for the night. Wanna sleep together or separate?" he tilted his head to his partner.

Joshua only smiled and pulled the covers over both of them. "I think you already know the answer."

"Ooh, tease," he giggled and laid against the soft bed. "Night your four, see you all in the morning!" he said then laid his head down and fell asleep with his human partner. I could tell he looked a little tired as well.

"Alright," Michael spoke in a whisper. "Your stuff was salvaged from the plane crash, so you two can decide which bed goes to which. I've already set your alarms so you can get up early, just like the Admiral ordered me to do. He wants you two training ASAP." He chuckled out the words in a hushed whisper. "Ty and I are gonna finish up one more game before we hit the bed. See you both later."

With that, he walked back over to Ty and picked up from where they left off. Ryan and I found the beds and decided he would take the left side while I took the right side, and I was glad there was no debate over it. We changed into our PJ's as well and took our places in bed.

"Night, Jason," Ryan said before laying his head down and going to sleep.

I laid my own head down and let the soft and cloud-like pillow send shivers through my body. I had been created, partnered, forced to travel, forced to fight in a huge battle that nearly cost me my life, and talked with a pretty harsh Admiral that abuses his Flamedramon partner.

And it had only been a few days.

I let out a sigh and closed my eyes. "Goodnight, Ryan." I finally said, letting comforting confines of sleep take me away into my own dreamland where there were no problems, and there was no war to fight.

A life where Ryan and I were normal.