"We need to get moving!" A dark-furred Raichu steps up. "I heard of this guy before. If we stick together and keep our heads we can all get out of here alive."
The Gatomon looks up from her sobbing. "You think so?" she squeaks, voice still trembling.
"I do."
"Well I think you're full of it!" A Meowth pushes his way into the crowd. "And I think you're a little pussy!"
The Raichu pushes past him and marches through the only visable door; he is followed by the full managerie. Gatomon, paralyzed with fear, curls into a trembling ball of fur. Taking pity, you pick the poor creature up and cradle her in your arms. Her eyes lift to you and a faint smile crosses her tear-stained face.
The hallway stands as a sharp contrast to the first room. Clean, brushed metal covers most surfaces. Black bars of marble or onyx break up the steel.
Directly in front of you stands a heavy metal door. A little over your head's height sits a simple icon. You instantly recognize it as one of your group.
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