He then points to another picture that has scruffy, yet semi well-dressed man in his late twenties in it. “We got intel from an inside man that a large illegal weapons deal is going down at the docks near the Ishikari Bay.”Pointing at a picture of a warehouse with the bay in the background. Suzu digs through his jeans pocket and pulls out some photos and then puts the photos onto table. “What do you have for me Suzu?” He asked. Both face to face with each other.“Damnit GulusGammamon!” The man hissed in a whisper, “Don’t do that.” The bipedal dinosaur grins, but that grin quickly washes away and is replaced by the Digimon’s usual expression. Said figure then takes a seat on the other side of the booth. From the corner of his eye, he sees a black figure materialize into existence. People looked at him with raised eyebrows but quickly go back to what they were doing. The man jumps in his seat and lets out a small gasp. The quicker he can leave this place the better.“I’m right here.” Said a voice next to him. Where are you?” He whispered to himself anxiously. Which he rather keep that way.The man pulls up his sleeve and looks at the time on his digital watch.
Away from any prying eyes and nosey listeners.So far, the few people in the bar haven’t really given him much of any attention. Sits at a booth in the far corner of the building. A man dressed in a black hoodie with the hood pulled up and black jeans. GulusGammamon: Lethal Protector (Quickie)At a dingy bar late in the night.
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