[As the video clicks on, a very tanned man is peering into the feed, and pulls back after a moment with a satisfactory nod before addressing someone off-screen.]

Well, at least the tech is easy to understand, if not a bit primitive. 'Course, a few upgrades would make this baby sparkle, but since I don't have access to my inventory anymore -- !

[The man's expression darkens visibly at this, but he is interrupted by a somewhat irritated, soft but masculine voice before he can continue.]

You do realize that you're broadcasting.

Oh? [Swindle looks back to the Digivice and, after a second of close examination, bursts into a wide grin, immediately wiping away any negative emotion he might've been showing before.] Aha. So I am! Hello, fine citizens! Now, I gotta say -- the marketing for this place? Definitely could use some work. Now, my associate here -- Strabimon, was it? Fine name, by the way! Well, he tells me that it would be a good idea to get a feel for this place while we look around and find our, ah, housing for my little stay here.

The name's Swindle, and normally, I would introduce myself as your friendly intergalactic arms dealer, but unfortunately, I seem to have been cut off from my stock of fine weaponry -- a smaaaaall but very poor decision on the part of whoever brought me here. Just saying. So in the meantime, I suppose I'll simply have to be just another citizen -- although the new look really isn't doing anything for me. I look forward to getting to know you all -- I certainly enjoy a bit of diversity in my life now and then.

[Finally, the source of the other voice pops up in the screen -- a Strabimon, who stares at Swindle with a bored expression for a moment before asking,]

...Are you finally done?

[Today's camera pops up and shows the one and only Guil--wait where's Guilmon and why is this fox wearing her scarf? Well, at least Ed's standing next to her.]

Good afternoon, fellow denizens of the Terminal. I am Kyubimon, the evolved form of Guilmon.

I am known as the Flame of Balance. My interests include setting my foes alight with the dark blaze of my Fox-Tail Inferno, standing in the sunset, and running on the water. As a superior being, I have many thoughts and am continuing this log of my exploits so that you might hear my wisdom and learn much from it. [She huffs, fur puffing up slightly.]

As such, I shall now open the floor to any questions you may have. But be warned, the knowledge which I hold might make your skull itself implode.

So anyways, Guilmon finally digivolved. She's... kind of cool..? [He doesn't sound so sure about that. Kyubimon sees to bristle slightly.]

Do not be silly. I am maximum cool.

 [Early morning the night of the twenty-first a maybe familiar boy appears on every screen in Terminal Tokyo. Computer screens light up, televisions, and everyone's D-Terminals. If the other day's appearance showed a mess of a room, today's was even worse as he didn't even pay attention to the feed as he spoke.]

Sorry for intruding on your sleep, everyone, but we've got an emergency on our hands.

The other day Taichi-san found a new development close to Primary Village. For now we'll call it a Digital Field. It looked somewhat similar to what we saw when we came to the Digital World-- a bright light streaming with data. It's a large area and emitting a lot of powerful signals. The areas close to it doesn't seem to be affected, but... Well...

Taichi-san decided to get a closer look against my better judgement. I've lost contact with him for the past three days.

[He pauses, frowning, before turning the computer screen to face the D-Terminal. The screen shows several surveillance cameras and each one says the same thing in various areas: an army of Beemon, of all sorts, traveling across land and destroying anything in their wake.]

Right now there are hundreds, maybe thousands, of different kinds of Beemon making their way across the Digital World. From what I can tell they're all headed here to Terminal Tokyo. The closest wave will be here in two days time and while city defenses can hold them off for a bit... we can't hold off all of them.

We need your help, everyone, to find Taichi and to protect the city. I can't say what's going on with that field, but that's why we'll need people to protect anyone who goes in. Helping Elecmon with the baby Digimon is also a priority since we don't know what will happen in the next few days.

[He turned the computer screen away, shaking his head.] I know some of you were wanting to help, so here's your chance.

[There's a long pause as Wash checks over the device. Yes, it worked like Coronamon said. Not that he couldn't figure it out himself normally. But... This wasn't normal. And his head was hurting. But at least the armor was covering that. Even if it didn't work like normal anymore. All the systems on it stopped functioning, but it looked like it'd still be decent for protection.

They're out in the streets, as Wash didn't want to wait until they get to the apartment, even if Coronamon thought it would be better. The Digimon is off camera but audible.]

I guess this thing does work. Thanks, Coronamon.

Of course it does. I told you how to make it work, Wash. But as I said, it's not going to work for calling home. Don't waste your breath.

Fine... This is Agent Washington. Is there anyone out from UNSC Project Freelancer out there. I'd think this was a prank by the others, but they wouldn't have pulled me from recovery just to mess with me. Not after what put me in there...

I told you, it's not a joke. You're needed here. Just, take it easy for now. You didn't look good earlier.

It's just my head feeling off. I'll be fine.

Now can we go to the apartment? You really didn't look good.