Three girls sat together on a couch, laughing and chatting away with each other. One, a redhead, sat on the right end of the couch. The second was a blonde, who sat in the middle, leaning slightly on the shoulder of the third girl, one with dark, indigo hair, as she laughed harder than she should have at the joke the said girl had told.

On the coffee table before them, a lone speaker lay. The speaker crackled a little, and then the deep voice of a male man came over the speaker.

“Good morning, Angels.” The three, remnants of their laughter in their voices, chorused together the next line in their morning greeting:

“Good morning, Satsuma!” The man on the other side of the speaker chuckled.

“Oh, so you can laugh!” The blonde girl squeaked, quickly joined in laughter by her two friends.

“That’s enough, Megumi. Now, here are the specifics of today’s mission. Kamemon?” A turtle that walked upright on two legs came to the girls, carrying a tray with three sheets of paper resting upon it. Each girl took a sheet, looking over the mission objectives. The indigo-haired girl groaned.

“Satsuma! Yoshino’s getting all the fun jobs again!” Yoshino, the redhead, fanned herself with the sheet of paper.

“I’m the field officer, that’s why.” The other girl growled a little, before the blonde placed a hand on her arm.

“Now, Now, we have to do all we can within our power.”

“Thank you, Megumi. Miki, the reason why I’ve put Yoshino on the field for this is because she’s a field officer. You and Megumi are more apt for computers, so you will be in charge of manning – err … handling the computers.” Miki opened her mouth to protest, but quickly closed it and sat back.

“Yes, Satsuma.”

“Good. Now that all problems are cleared, the reason for this mission: A rogue Digimon has been tramping the streets since late last night. We don’t know how it broke through, but it did. Your job is to capture this Digimon, codenamed Flower-3, and bring it back to its’ rightful home. Good luck, Angels.”

And the line went dead. The girls looked to each other, shrugged, and went to work. Just another day in the life of three DATS officers.

In another area of the building, a navy-haired man chuckled to himself, pushing his sunglasses up farther on the bridge of his nose. A ferret-like animal around his neck tilted his head to the side.

“Don’t you ever get tired of this, Satsuma?” Satsuma smiled, then sat down.

“Surprisingly … no, Kudamon.”

And all was good in the life of Satsuma and his Angels.

This chapter dedicated to my fellow Angel, DigiStarDBZ