[b]- Firewall Organization -[/b]

"Thank you, sir," responded the red-haired young woman. Elayne felt the typical tingle of excitement she did when he had approved of one of her plans, especially a time like this. She wanted to do something, and she wanted to do something [i]now[/i]. Her blood was boiling from the string of inaction they had thus far, waiting for the plan to be completed. Her purple eyes watched Raito set off on his own course, then turned her sights briefly to Hokuto before she set out. 

"Think of the infiltration as training of its own. Use it to get stronger. We certainly can't afford to get weaker. Don't screw up," Her eyes briefly looked in the direction of Labramon, as though she were addressing her as well. The Digimon seemed to take the hint.

"I won't screw up either, Elayne. You can trust me,"

"I won't believe that until I see it with my own eyes! Until I see our success," She proclaimed furiously, as she made her way out of the room in a brooding fashion. Labramon shook her head and followed solemnly.

The duo silently made their way through the complex system of elevators from within the giant tower down through the exit, where they made their way onto the street. She knew she wouldn't have to go too far until she found at least one of those guild rats.
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[b]- Data Collectors -[/b]

As per usual, Ren and Psychemon were holed up in the library, their faces plastered to a vast computer screen of complex information with high interest. All manner of words and numerical digits were being scrolled through faster than could be humanly possible to read, as both Digimon and human eyes danced along with the movement of the information.

"Hmm. Intriguing," Psychemon's formal voice rippled the silence they had been sitting in for several hours. 

"Yes, I see it. 'Firewall Organization,'" Ren answered back, her brain racing in high interest at the thought of finally finding out the name of that secretive and ominous organization she knew loomed above Odaiba in their vast tower. For many weeks now, they had eluded her and Psychemon's attempts for more information, something she found to be suspicious, troublesome, and frustrating.

"That must be what they're called," 

"I cannot think of any other way to refer to them. But we are still no closer to finding out what it is they [i]do[/i]," The young woman shook her head as a shout from the outside interrupted her thoughts.

"Why do they insist on doing this?" asked Psychemon in exasperation as Ren peered towards the door over her spectacles.

"Training. Honestly, you and I should probably do a bit of our own. I just realized my legs have gotten numb again,"

"The limitations of physical bodies are so troublesome," responded Psychemon as he and Ren got up from their research and made their way out the door where they saw Renamon and Fanbeemon, as well as Tiffany and Kouta, engaged in a practice match. The librarian smiled pleasantly.

"Well, well! Up to a little practice, are we?"