It was a Saturday night in May, 2100 hours to be precise. A woman in a white lab coat hovered over a black-suited man, her glasses reflected the light of the computer screen. She pushed her frames up as she addressed the man. "Is everything ready?" The man gave a nod. "Everyone is in position and the data is in standby." The woman smirked to herself before placing her hands on her hips. "Send." The man clicked his mouse and the deed was done. Nine individual phones reacted to a text message in their own ways. Some may have vibrated, others sounded a jingle. No matter the method, the cell would gain the attention of its owner. Upon opening the text, a note would appear, the same one to each person. ARe yOu dEsTiNEd FOr gReaTneSs? Mere moments after reading the message, random numbers would scroll horizontally across the phone's screen. A flash would blind its owner and a beam of light would shoot from the screen. Landing in the vicinity, a small device would be resting within the room, its color dependent on its holder. To those faithful to the franchise, it would appear to be an odd-looking Digivice. To those unfamiliar with it, there was no telling what it was. This was the beginning. Whether they knew it or not, these nine individuals were now...Digimon tamers.