Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Digital Trilogy - Episode 6 - Meandering Pathways ❯ Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Ken was leaning back in his chair in a small French café just south of Paris. Yolei beside him was gently sipping some coffee, occasionally wiping the white foam from her top lip. The place should be on the front of a postcard, and maybe it was, but they were both enjoying the scenic surroundings immensely. Another man was sitting at table with them with a file folder of papers.

"When did you first learn about the digimon?" He asked.

"What's it matter?" Yolei said. "We know, and that other guy said you'd have information for us."

"I do, or rather we do. I belong to an organisation of people who watch and keep track of the digimon and their human partners all over the world. We don't give the information away, but we to recruit agents. It is unusual to just find to people who know about them, so we're going to be watching you." Ken sat up normally in his chair and leaned forward.

"You know we just might know more then we say. And the two of us are usually good at spotting things and hearing what's going on. You might find us useful," Ken said.

"What do you want in return?"

"Just to be kept up to date like all your agents are. Maybe a few francs to live on."

"I don't think that will be a problem," the man said. "We'll contact you later." He got up and left quietly, and stepped into a car just as it pulled up to the curb on the street and was whisked off. Ken and Yolei exchanged knowing glances. Wormmon and Hawkmon in a nearby tree also smiled.

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Allura buckled herself into her seat. She loved flying and a trip from Tokyo to New York would give her plenty of time to enjoy it. The seven Omega children were with her, as were the eight digimon. It was hard getting them through the airport security, but since none set off the metal detector, they were excused as stuffed animals.

Allura looked around the first-class cabin the eight of them shared and realised once the plane started to taxi that they were the only ones there. That would make it easier on the digimon, she thought, since they didn't have to be quiet and still for the entire trip.

Allura was looking foreword to seeing her twin sister Mimi again. The two of them could do any number of normal-human-sisterly things when she got there. No more fighting or killing, no more planning and strategizing, just a normal life. The plane took off and she watched Japan fall away beneath her.