"I'm Emily and would you happen to be Darky by chance?" asked Emily as she tossed a company ID card at him.
"What would you want with our love Darky?" Rana angerly said as tabbed her foot.
Vi huffed slightly "Wish I could say that..."
"Who wants to know?" he growled, catching the card. Taking a look at the card, he raised an eyebrow. The picture was a Dark Panthermon, but it wasn't him.
"I think you have me confused with someone else, kid. I've never worked for anyone in my life; I'm in the private sector." he said, flicking the card back at her.
"My Employer told my the general location of where you were. I think that I have the right one but not the culprit of the embezzlement charges in the case so far there are to many loose ends in it. Have you ever in anyway work for Digi-tech?" asked Emily as held out the folder out for Darky to grab.
Rana looked at Darky and then at Emily and shook her head a little puzzled at the moment.
Vi crossed her arms, scowling at Emily. Oh, come on... Darky isn't a criminal... ... ... is he...? She bit her lip slightly.
Darky growled slightly, starting to get a little agitated at the girl.
"Never heard of 'em. I told you, I'm in the private sector. I get rid of dangerous viruses for a living. And who, pray tell, is your employer; I have a few enemies who would love to see me in jail," he growled.
Emily sighed deeply and said, "If you most know it is a Renamon she is a corporate big wig there and hired me suggested that the hire me for tracking you down and bring you in."
Rana gasp and said, "Didn't Rena the inflation club say she worked there."
Darky's eyes blazed with fury and he clenched his fists so hard that his claws dug into his flesh, drawing blood.
"That little slut!" he growled, now understanding. He whirled, punching through the wall near him. "That bitch!" he roared.
Vi meeped as Darky punched the wall and hurriedly morphed into a tall stone golem to stop the ceiling as it started falling. She sweat dropped "Darky... please don't get so worked up like that..." She shook her now stoney head slowly.
Darky whirled on her, his eyes blazing with fire.
"'Don't get worked up?' Why not; first that bitch nearly drives me to suicide, now she's trying to send me to jail for something I didn't do." he roared, whirling to face Emily.
"You've got five seconds to get the hell out of my house and go tell that bitch to go to hell," he snarled.