"Okay" he nodded "Well that digimon was most probably made by the maniac trying to raise the dark masters" he checked the sights on his rifle "but who would give us some information, they were all scared in town so someone must have known about him, I say we search the city for any digimon acting weird" he looked at Striker who was flipping a grenade from hand to hand.
"Lets find him" Striker stopped flipping the grenade and put it in a pouch.
Steven looked round to Seika "what do you think?"
"Lets find him" Striker stopped flipping the grenade and put it in a pouch.
Steven looked round to Seika "what do you think?"
"How did Mary Die?"
"A TIRE, HIT HER IN THE FACE!"
"A TIRE, HIT HER IN THE FACE!"
