So I owe Ob an omake. Here you go, fucker. Part one of god knows how many. I totally haven't been playing too many Metal Gear games lately.
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November 15, 2020
Hong Kong, People's Republic of China
BanchoLeomon leapt out of a maintenance hatch into a dimly-lit hallway.
"I'm in. Kept you waiting, huh?"
"So, you remember the mission objectives?"
"Yes, Siggy. We've only gone over the plan ten times." BanchoLeomon hissed into his radio headset. "Infiltrate Bloodhound Security's headquarters, confirm if they're performing illegal experiments on Digimon and Tamers, and shut them down if possible." He drew a suppressed USP Tactical pistol from inside his coat and carefully began proceeding down the hallway. "We're lucky that whoever tipped us off about Bloodhound also gave us the blueprints for their headquarters. Bit too convenient, but it's not like we can ignore the bait this time."
"Just be careful," Siggy warned from over the radio. "I've gotten reports that Bloodhound's hired Tamers as mercenaries. All three of their top-level commanders have been confirmed to be capable of Biomerging, too. Secondary objective is to take them down if you can."
"I know." BanchoLeomon responded as he peeked around a corner, seeing a patrolling mercenary come walking down the hall. "Even the Japanese government still has more faith in private military companies that employ Tamers than they do in ATLAS. Not surprising, too, considering we're barely a few months old." As the patrol walked past, BanchoLeomon reached out and wrapped the man around in a chokehold, raising his pistol to the man's head. "Which way to the labs?"
"T-two floors up. You'll never get past the security gate, though..." The man rasped out before BanchoLeomon slammed his pistol into the man's temple, knocking him out. With that, he began making his way through the building, stealthily killing whatever guards he ran into.
"By the way, our insider's sent me an IFF code and a comlink frequency. Seems he'll be meeting up with you soon."
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Some time later, BanchoLeomon entered a large chamber, leveling his pistol as he looked around the room. The security gate that the guard mentioned was right across the room...but a figure stood waiting in front of it. A yellow-and-black hornet Digimon stood before him, clutching dual swords. BanchoLeomon scowled before he holstered his pistol and drew his sword.
"Roman Nikolaev." He recognized the Digimon from the briefing he'd been given. "Ex-Spetsnaz, partnered to a FanBeemon. I see you knew I was coming."
"Lucas Seyour and Leomon. Everyone knows who you are, especially after the Toyko Incident has been declassified." TigerVespamon replied in a heavy Russian accent, tapping the headset that he was wearing before brandishing his swords in a fighting stance. Frowning, BanchoLeomon readied his own blade before a thought occurred to him. It was a long shot, but it was the only logical conclusion. Wordlessly, he entered the comlink frequency that Siggy had given him and spoke into his headset.
"Ty slyshish' menya?"
"Ah, good. You catch on quickly." TigerVespamon replied over the comlink, speaking through his own headset. "Your Russian is very good, by the way." And then TigerVespamon charged, delivering two strikes that were quickly parried. "Speak over the comlink only. We are being watched, tovarich."
"You attack me, and then call me 'comrade'?" BanchoLeomon replied with a hiss, locking blades with TigerVespamon. "Trying to put on a show for your boss?" He leveled his sword with a roar and forced his foe back before slamming his foot into TigerVespamon's chest, sending him flying into the wall.
"Do not worry. We merely need to keep this up until we can destroy the cameras in the room. A mere side effect of such a fierce battle, if you catch my drift." TigerVespamon said as he launched himself towards BanchoLeomon once more.
"So, care to tell me why you're selling your own company out?" BanchoLeomon asked casually as the two traded blows, a stray strike from TigerVespamon destroying a security camera on the wall.
"This PMC is the only company that will hire a Tamer, but everything here is polnyi pizdets." TigerVespamon spat as he ducked under a slash from BanchoLeomon's sword that just happened to slice a camera in half.
"Fucked up, eh? The experiments are as bad as we'd feared, then?" BanchoLeomon parried TigerVespamon's spinning strike, redirecting the blade into a camera on the wall.
"Worse. And that was the last camera, by the way."
BanchoLeomon simply grinned before he hurled his blade at his opponent. Startled, TigerVespamon deflected the sword, knocking it up into the air...only to see the lion Digimon rushing at him with a fist covered in an orange aura. BanchoLeomon Burst Mode slammed a fist into his foe's chest, before following it up with an uppercut that knocked TigerVespamon into a wall hard enough to leave a crater. Raising a hand into the air, BanchoLeomon caught his sword before allowing his aura to dissipate.
"Mode Change..." TigerVespamon groaned, collapsing to the ground. "You were holding back by that much?"
"Yeah." BanchoLeomon snarled, walking past TigerVespamon's prone form. He had even held back with his final strike, withholding enough force to make sure that TigerVespamon hadn't de-Digivolved. "Just remember, I can kill you any time I want. Stab me in the back and you'll regret it."
"Heh..." The bee Digimon smirked appreciatively. "Very wise. Even though I am on your side, I understand your caution." He reached down to a pouch strapped to his pocket, taking out a key card that he handed to BanchoLeomon. "Here. This ID card will get you past the security gate in the next room and up to the labs. I will catch up as soon as I have recovered. Good luck, tovarich."
Part One, END