[Mission, B] Change in Management I: The Grand Opening

It was Monday morning. Not what one would consider the busiest of ours in Terminus, yet traffic was as present as always. There were several shops open for business nearby, their customers filing in and out of them. To the side were several people in work aprons, carrying goods. The scene was completed by various vendors calling out the names of their goods in an almost repetitive manner.

In this densely-populated commercial district, one would have to look for the bomb shelter by inspecting the pictures on the shops’ signs. This would prove to be futile because the bar had no sign, just a mere insignia painted at the front door of a rather dull looking exterior, one could even go as far as calling beat up. The symbol appeared to be an alpha interlocking an omega, both letters encased in a jagged circle. This was the only 'fresh' looking part of an otherwise old building, betraying that the bar had just opened. That would probably explain the lack of a sign. 

Upon entering the western-style saloon doors, which would needed both hands to open, one could view the interior. The  moment the door was open the sound of drinking, muffled conversations and the blaring music from hidden speakers filled the atmosphere. (<- Mandatory to play this)

The windows were closed, and so the interior was somewhat dark. People who were used to the light outside would probably not be able to see their hands stretched out in front of their faces. However, as one would make their way closer to the bar, several candles would illuminate the counter, but not much more. The inside of the building was quite spacious. The first floor was a dining area,  with a counter further within. That counter was backed by shelves that contained dozens of bottles of alcohol. The door beside the counter most likely led to a kitchen, though something about the door seemed odd. It appeared to be in much more pristine condition than anything else in the bar, it's heavy, steel frame suggesting it was the entrance to a bunker rather than a kitchen. A spiral staircase turned up in the corner of the dining area. Guest rooms were located on the second and third floors. One could see the scattered customers within seated around several round tables. Almost all of them were virus types, and the promise of violence hung heavily over them. Everyone’s attention was on the newcomers. They all looked as though they were sizing up others for a battle. The only person who did not pay attention to  the party was a Keromon seated in a corner. It was staring intently at a small bottle on its table with a candle fixed on top, mesmerized by the flames in an almost hypnotic fashion. 

It wasn't until the counter was approached that, almost as if conditioned to do so, every patron averted their gaze from the newcomers. A gut feeling would betray that the inn keeper wasn't the type of person who's business you wanted to interrupt, whatever that was. That question must have surely crossed everyone's mind by now after responding to the strange ad. However, the client was seemingly nowhere to be found. Instead, the empty counter simply sported 4 identical pouches loaded with all means of supplies and a crusty looking map. If anyone actually tried to inspect the contents of the bag however, they would be in for a rude awakening as a hidden Datamon would pop below the counter and slam a pouch the moment it was moved.

"HALT! WHERE IS YOUR INVITATION?" 

The booming voice would echo throughout the bar as the small Digimon would climb on top of the counter, a communication device that looked like a fancy walkie-talkie clad in its left hand. "THE MASTER IS ON URGENT BUSINESS, HOWEVER, I HAVE A WAY TO CONTACT HIM. HURRY, HURRY. NO TIME TO WASTE. THE GRAND OPENING MUSTN'T' BE DELAYED. HURRY!" The Digimon was clearly frantic about time, it's arms waving around in frustration, it's face never fluttering, like any machine's. "IT IS RUDE TO NOT SAY HELLO!" Came the final pointer from the Datamon as it would slam the walkie-talkie on the counter.