The Case of the Runaway Train [Cion] Nov 9, 2019 0:57:23 GMT
Post by Metal Drive on Nov 9, 2019 0:57:23 GMT
"Okay, but seriously, do we have to do everything out in the desert?"
The Renamon's complaints were heard for the upteenth time this afternoon. Out in the blazing sun of Folder Desert, atop the hard, caked sands of the drought-scarred plain, a single large vehicle stood out like a sore thumb. A Winnebago, this far out into the Digital World? It served the team's purpose well, though, providing for enough room for everyone to at least stand up.
Which was how the Renamon found herself sitting halfway back in the vehicle, hogging one of the air conditioning vents to herself. Denryu sat near the front, keeping one eye on the clock and the other at the desert in front of him. "Ugh... how much longer?"
"Relax, we're within range of it as it is." The General sighed, tapping on the dash. He really didn't want to think that this job was a wild goose chase - after all, it was the first decent job he'd been able to take in a long time. Somewhere, out in these sandy wilds, there was apparently a monstrous Locomon that had mentally gone off the rails, physically gone off the rails, and now saw it fit to mow over anything that came in his path and load the data right into its exhaust.
It was challenging, but simple in concept: stop the train, using lethal force or otherwise, and there would be a large reward. Heck, it became something of a bounty hunt for several 'mons at this point... but no-one was able to find the damn thing! Some questioned if it even existed, and Denryu himself was working off of slight indentations in the sand. It could have easily been a pair of train tracks buried in a dune...
... Or just some sort of underground desert snake. Or even the wind blowing the wrong way.
"Okay, seriously D, how much longer are we going to stake this out..."