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Who: Neo, Jiro, partners
What: Retrieving the Lost
When: January 8th [backdate]
Where: Neon City

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[fightersaim]

Jiro shifted his eyes over to glance at Neo. "Positive. Unfortunately."

Jiro didn't much know what to make of Neo, himself. There was something odd about him, and yet at the same time that very thing seemed strangely familiar. But, he hadn't exactly taken the time or effort to look into everyone's history in this world, much.

He frowned, looking back at the entrance. Going on here, he didn't have much defense BESIDES Neo. He'd been given his D-Comm and Reader back, but was without any guns. While he could hold his own in hand-to-hand, if anything came down to that... it still made him feel somewhat nervous.

Mainly, because this place was, undeniably, seedy.

He sighed. Terriermon was REALLY going to make this hard on him...

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Neo nodded, and began to look at their surroundings. It was indeed seedy, and even its occupants proved it. The guy running the dice tables was a Garbermon, for pete's sake.

Most of the digimon were machine/mutant type... he figured that this could be used to their advantage.

"Your partner's a beast digimon, correct?" Neo stated. "Terriermon... Vaccine type. And if what you told me about him is true..."

Neo stepped forward, and... flashed his DATS badge to a Gorimon. A Gorimon wearing a bow-tie.

"I'm looking for a Terriermon. More than likely, one whose pissed off a lot of people."

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The Gorimon grunted.

"Lotta digimon come in here," the big ape said. "Most of em mootant or metal... only one Terriermon I know of, and he always make a spectacle of himself..."

The gorilla lifted one leathery finger and pointed out towards the slot machines.

[fightersaim]

Jiro sighed, rubbing his forehead. Well, at the very least, he wasn't involved in anything TOO bad when he found him, if nothing else...

And indeed, he came upon a Terriermon, working... rather furiously at a particular slot machine.

"Terriermon."

The small Digimon didn't even look up. "Hi Jiro. Outta the slammer? Not dead? Great. Unless you've got a nice, fat wad of cash on you, lemme alone."

Jiro... palmed his face.

"Terriermon... who do you owe money?"

"Who said I owed anyone any money?!" Terriermon snapped, defensively. "WHAT IF I JUST LIKE TO PLAY THE GAME, EH?!"

Still, he wasn't looking away from the game.

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That took Minotarumon by surprise. He fell back, forced backwards by the gunfire... only to spring back up with renewed vigor.

"You ruined mah good suit!" he roared, throwing a punch at Galgomon.

Neo just grinned... and sent a note with an attachment to Jiro's D-Reader. Fate had authorized him to give the young man these if there appeared to be a need... and in his opinion, Jiro had earned this little bit of assistance at least.

[fightersaim]

Jiro glanced down as he heard a beep from his D-Reader. He gave Neo a glare, before summoning two firearms into either hand. Green Digi-Soul swirling around his hands, he raised the weapons and fired two Digi-Soul boosted shots at Minotarumon's knees.

Galgomon leapt back, firing off another burst of gatling gun fire.

"You realize," Jiro said, "this guy's a PERFECT, right?!"

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"Hey, I'm just trying to make you learn something," said Neo, still looking self satisfied. "But hmm, yeah, I'd better soften him up for you."

In a flash of light.... Agumon wasn't Agumon. Rather, MetalGreymon. Who surged forward, and struck Minotarumon, who had dodged both blows, with his Trident Arm.

[fightersaim]

"Finally," Jiro muttered, and took aim at the Minotarumon's legs again, intent on toppling him over by knocking them out from underneath him. He fired, just as Galgomon ran forward, throwing his rotating gun hand up at the Perfect's chin.

"DUM DUM UPPER!"