Dust and leaves. (Rosewood Job D)

Owen was surprised that it had taken him this long to visit the under-construction village of Rosewood. He thought it was a great idea when he had first heard of it - a civilization in the Eastern Timberlands, not far from the Village of Beginnings, where digimon could settle at once they evolved to Rookie from their birthplace. But he had been so involved in getting the 7/71st Recon back in order that it had mostly slipped his mind.

But now he was here and eager to lend assistance. The Gaomon was dressed in his usual khaki tunic, the sword-and-wheel badge of his unit present on either shoulder. While that symbol might not mean much in the modern digital world, well, it meant something in the old. But that was something he had long since come to terms with.

However, construction was going so well that he found that there was little additional things he could do to help. By now the work crews were going at it at full strength, many buildings were now built, the necessary infrastructure put in place, and all of it done by digimon with much more labouring skills than Owen had. So he felt a bit disappointed by the fact that he couldn't provide much assistance at all.

"Ah, not to worry there, Mr. Gaomon" a cheerful looking Prairiemon foreman had told him at noon, wearing a yellow construction helmet. "We still need strong digimon to look after the place at night, that's when the saboteurs strike".

The idea that saboteurs attacked Rosewood rather startled Owen at first, but, it was explained that it seemed that some digimon of the forest were displaced when Rosewood was beginning to be built. And of course they wouldn't be pleased about that. It seemed some digimon remained resentful of this, and would disrupt the work. Therefore night guards were desirable for the village.

"Alrighty, I'll take a nap for the afternoon and report for duty in the evening" Owen had responded. And that was what he did, waking up to the orange evening sky. Following a quick dinner of sandwiches and tea, Owen was fully ready for the night shift.

Shortly after it begun, he noticed a clothed Renamon nearby, who seemed to be smoking something. Well, whatever it was, it wasn't his business, but, that she was awake while the work crew had retired for the day made him curious.

"G'day there" he said, approaching her. "You up for night security duty too?" he stopped a respectable distance away.