Jinx's grin was wicked, almost Cheshire.

"I think we all learned a valuable lesson here." She declared in soft smug victory. She tried to sit up and winced however.

"Now, Noir put the nice lady up where she's safe so she can go get my new deed. Then you and I have a trip to the hospital to sort out."

"You got it doll!" Noir grinned equally as wicked still riding the rush of evolution. He scooped up Renamon delicately in his arms.

"No hard feelings babe." He tipped his hat and winked at her with glowing eyes.

Meanwhile Jinx relaxed leaning against the support beam of the tower and gazing down at the lights of Pallet town below her.

She was a bad girl...but she wasn't ruthless. Not yet. She'd come out of this deal with some scars yes but in the end she'd come out on top.

Too bad no one was around to appreciate it half as much as she and Noir would as soon as she was safely bandaged up.

For now she was just another story among hundreds in a city that never sleeps. A city of data and darkness, of love and loss.

This city called Terminal Tokyo.