There's no more contact from the rest of the Dogs of War. You assume they're busy fighting and escaping the invading Digimon. There'll definitely be responders coming in from the external entrance of the scanning facility, so you hope the doorway isn't anywhere near you. You just keep on moving upwards until the white walls of the building give way to open air.

Liza whistles.

"Just as impressive as last time."

Before you is another gigantic bridge, leading to a vault door. It's of a different model, but you can tell it's the same sort that guarded Strikedramon's chamber.

"There's something different about it." Bella remarks.

You squint as you examine it. Then it hits you. Unlike the last vault, there's no giant chamber beyond. The door is symbolic. It's a flat pane that loads into a partition. Up above, you see several large circles with lines cutting across them, spinning at a constant rate. You watch as a mail pipe near you lights up, sending a pulse into the partition. One of the rings begins accelerating to a fever pitch, before returning to its usual lazy motion.

"Porcupamon, how are you feeling?"

You look at your partner. He's bruised from the constant gunfire. His skin is tough, but not impenetrable. The repeated fire has poked several holes in his armor, though his insides are still a mystery. You wonder if there's just a tiny Phascomon piloting the whole suit, but you don't want to bug him by peeking inside.

"I'm fine. About half a tank of gas left in me."

"Even with all the swapping?"

"I reckon I could do it maybe two times more. But only if we really need it, capisce?" He says, with sagging shoulders. "It gets tiring, it's my whole core we're rewriting each time."

"Works in a pinch as a gimmick attack, yeah."

You take a step onto the bridge, now free of Liza's aid. The response is immediate.