"Great job, Osamu," spoke Takeru, "but if you haven't noticed, that Gin guy has our equipment."

"Do you have a ritual ready for getting them back?" Hikari was guessing.

"Yes, I do!" Osamu was smiling now that 'the plot was back on track'. "Let's just say that 1.) Blood Magic is not immoral when it's your own blood, and 2.) I have been contributing a pint each week to the base's blood bank just for this purpose." He then grinned widely, like a fox.

"Now," he continued, "let's go to the Ritual Room."

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Mt. Coronet's Ritual Room was not your cave or temple floor; instead of being dark and gloomy, it was well-lit by white LED lights, while the floor, walls, and ceiling were covered in white fiberglass, and the ritual circles, pentagrams, and stars were made up of copper and gold wires, instead of the usual chalk. A mix of technology and magic. 

On the corner, there was a fridge that, when opened, contained several blood packets; Osamu took one, then poured it onto the central circle's wires, which began to glow red. Standing in the middle of the star, the 18-year old began to float, before chanting in Latin and Greek:

"Return that which has wrongfully been taken, give us back the items dear to us, reunite us with our tools of the trade, forces of Magic, hear me!"

A flash of red light, and Osamu fell down in a heap. Beside him were a pile of items; Digivices, Demon Summoning Programs, and the Evoker and Hypercube.

"And...done," spoke Osamu.

Takeru smiled.

"So," said the blond, "how will you prevent Gin from coming back?"

"Mt. Coronet Base has Anti-Dimensional Shielding; only members of the Mon Alliance, which now includes Minato, can go in and out."