The hideout was armored with whatever scrap metal pieces Ogremon and his band of goblins could find over the last few years. In fact, they rarely had jobs of helping steal things or attacking, and have become more of a support group then a mercenary group. They all showed great hospitality to Chloe and Ten. How could she not stay and defend them, she thought, taking a sip of their weirdly fruit flavor tea. “You’re sure about this?” Ogremon asked, standing around a table in the main strategy room. A few Goblimon and Shamamon were on his side of the table, as Chloe and Ten stood opposite. They had begun discussing possible rival groups and if one would come at all. “This could have been just a huge worry festering into nothing.” “No,” Chloe put her tea down, “I don’t know, and I’m not sure. But it would be better safe than sorry. Dinohumon got to us, he deceived us and now we need to be on guard. Any other digimon could act as innocent as he did and attack us.” A Goblimon came rushing down the stairs to the strategy room. “Bad news, boss! Two digimon are standing outside the doors and they don’t look friendly. They asked to see you, boss!” Ogremon shot a look at Chloe. The three of them, as Ten followed mid-air, went to the first floor and approached the door. Out of the window they saw a humanoid digimon with wooden swords and a monkey digimon standing and staring at the hideout with intense glares. “Come out, Ogremon. We’ll spare you coming in.” The one with the wooden swords, who also looked like it had a mask on, shouted. Chloe noted that the last duo could combine together to make a stronger digimon, a huge digimon. Could these do the same?