T.K. Takaishi had no idea whether three days had passed or four. With the room kept dark and no one to talk to, he could only track the passage of time by his meals. The trouble was, he had no idea what sort of eating habits the Digi-Destined Emperor had.
As far as T.K. could tell, the Digi-Destined Emperor's base was poorly designed. It was practically undefended, though that was by the standards of human military bases. In the Digimon World, things like soundproofing and vibration damping needed no specific design; the right materials were enough. Still, perhaps the Digi-Destined Emperor had never thought to guard against spies in the first place.
The excellent materials did give T.K. plenty of trouble. Even so, the crude design let him gather a fair amount of intelligence. For instance, there seemed to be an enormous cavity below and to his left, with a Super Heavyweight Digimon inside.
He also learned that the Digi-Destined Emperor always returned to the base to eat. Once, there had been a very long gap between two meals, during which he had detected signs of a large-scale troop deployment.
After the tenth meal, the army in the base left again. Judging by the usual pattern, the Digi-Destined Emperor would definitely accompany a force of that size into battle. Had his arm been intact, this would have been a chance to escape. But...
A rustling sound suddenly came from inside the dark chamber.
This is a chance. The thought flashed through T.K.'s mind almost inexplicably, and he sprang to his feet.
"What are you doing?" Red-Nosed Booger reacted at once, thrusting out a vine-like arm. But T.K. already had a plan. He rolled sideways across the floor and grabbed one of Red-Nosed Booger's arms.
T.K. had struggled a few times