Ongyoki shouldered a large gray duffel bag as he climbed a large hill, his back slick with sweat and his feet sore. He had wished he could travel by car, or train, but such methods weren't possible. As he reached the top, he gently set down his bag and squatted, glaring at the city.

Hajime City. Population: Unknown. Major Industries: Unknown. Imports and Exports: None. Average Income: Unknown. He continued down his mental checklist, a battery of blanks for each statistic. The place had no existing roads that led to it. It appeared on no known map or census. On satellite photos, the valley in which it was located was always conveniently covered in a strange fog, blotting out any sign of civilization from above. In short, it was a town that, as far as the world was concerned, did not exist.

Ongyoki unzipped his duffle bag, withdrawing a binder labeled '[b]EAGLE, TURQUOISE[/b]'. He unzipped it, pulled a couple of CDs from it and tossing them into the air. In seconds, the disks transformed into shiny, metallic birds about the size of a man's hand. They landed clumsily before shuffling into formation, prepared to take orders.

[b][color=fff200]"Perform a full sweep of the city. Record everything. If attacked, retreat. Do not retaliate. That is all."[/color][/b], he pointed to Hajime City, [b][color=fff200]"Go."[/color][/b]

With that, the Disk Animals left. Ongyoki replaced the binder, withdrawing from the duffel bag a large plastic container of roasted beans and a hip flask. Breakfast was served.