"Hey, Gazimon, have you figured out where the problem is yet?" Etemon asked, with one arm locked around Gazimon's neck. With his Ultimate-level strength, Etemon hardly needed such a strenuous method to intimidate Gazimon. Apparently, he simply enjoyed it.
The moment Etemon's arm wrapped around Gazimon's neck, Gazimon's fur stood on end, and Gazimon's efficiency shot up. In no time, Gazimon calculated where all the problems converged: the center of the Pyramid.
"Are you kidding me? That's our home base! How could anything go wrong there so easily?" Despite his words, Etemon examined the data on the screen very carefully.
"Etemon, I think we have a traitor," Gazimon said cautiously.
"No need to guess. It has to be Molecularmon." Etemon's greatest strength lay in combat, but Ultimate Digimon certainly had enough energy to learn a few other things. Besides, the original concept for the entire Cable Network had been Etemon's own work.
"Etemon, didn't you lock Molecularmon up? All Molecularmon can do is interfere with the data channels, right?" As Etemon's trusted subordinate, Gazimon knew a little about what had happened back then.
"Normally, yes. But I used up too much power in the last battle and relaxed some of the Pyramid's access restrictions. Molecularmon must have escaped my control then." Knowing the cause and outcome made it easy to deduce what had happened in between.
"Are we heading back now?" Gazimon asked.
"Obviously! Leave. Now. We're going back!" Etemon punched Gazimon on top of the head, raising a huge lump.
Gazimon dared not delay and hammered away at the control console. Etemon's personal ride, the enormous Broadcast Truck bearing the words "Laughing Heaven Gate," turned around and headed back the way it had come.
In fact, building the Broadcast Truck had cost Etemon quite a lot, too. His previous