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Soul Storm
Best Intentions
"You want me to what?" Tyson asked replying to what Tala said.
"Distract Dickinson so I can sneak into his cabin."
Tyson thought for a moment, considering it.
"I thought it was your personal mission to protect the sport?" Tala asked.
"Fine, we'll do it," Tyson said immediately.
The rest of the team stood around him, they were on deck after breakfast.
Even to Tyson, Tala's attitude sounded strange, he had never been like this before and it was out of character for the Russian.
"Normally we'd be the ones asking for help...probably," Max pointed out.
"After BEGA, it taught us a thing or two about advanced team skills with other bladers when I was in the hospital," he explained.
"Could say I'm paying you back," he responded.
"Mr. Dickinson will be at lunch in the main restaurant, keep him talking and I'll get Ian to pick the door lock and get in," Tala explained the plan in detail.
Tyson nodded responding.
"And you hope to uncover anything suspicious and share it with us behind his back?"
Tala nodded, his icy blue eyes showing how sincere he was.
"I will share it with every team but it has to be kept from the old man, if he learns about this it's game over."
They had to wait until lunch started before they started a stake out at his cabin door.
It would normally be difficult to find his room but Mr. Dickinson had informed them where it was if any team wanted to speak to him in private.
Around quarter past one they saw him leave and go the opposite way to the dining hall.
"Okay, we wait a minute or two to see if he comes back," Tala said not wanting to get caught and giving Mr. Dickinson time to get away.
"Okay, coast is clear," Ian said after a few minutes and he took out a bobby pin from his pocket.
"Do I even want to know where you found a bobby pin or do you keep one around all the time?"
"I found one earlier today actually, kinda weird good luck."
He started working at the lock.
"How long is this going to take?" Bryan asked.
"I need a few minutes of focus please Bryan," he said listening and turning it slightly.
Minutes ticked by as Ian worked before finally there was a click.
"Bingo," he said opening the door.
Tala went in taking out his phone opening the camera application.
He started searching for a brief case or any kind of document and it wasn't long before he found a brief case.
"Spencer," he hissed out and the Russian entered.
Ian and Bryan were lookouts down the outside corridor.
"Open this," he instructed.
It was a combination case meaning he'd have to go through a lot of numbers on both sides.
He left Spencer to continue searching the cabin and opened a wardrobe in what he realized was the man's bedroom.
In the restaurant the Bladebreakers were keeping up their side of the deal by talking to Mr. Dickinson.
Thankfully on Kai's request Tyson had toned down his eating as to not make the man violently ill which had been Kai's actual words something deep down they were all grateful for.
"This year's in the bag for sure, on sea, on land I'm unstoppable," Tyson said.
"You shouldn't get too overconfident Tyson, things can change," Kenny replied and Tyson glared.
"Kenny is quite right my boy...some say change is inevitable," Mr. Dickinson responded.
"We're the strongest we've ever been," Max replied building up Tyson's words.
"Maxie gets it!"
"We maybe stronger but so are our opponents," Ray pointed out and Kai nodded.
"As we improve, so do they...you have to face facts, you wont be the World Champion forever Tyson."
"Damn Kai, you sure can be blunt," Ray said.
"This team needs an occasional kick and that's my job."
Mr. Dickinson turned his attention to Ray and Max.
"How do you feel being back on the old team?" he asked.
"Honestly, despite my real team being the White Tigers, in a way this feels like my new home, birds have to fly the nest and this is where I landed...I know that now," he said.
"What he said," Max added.
"Very insightful," Mr. Dickinson remarked.
"A cat using a bird reference," Tyson chuckled and Ray shot him a quick glare.
Tala looked down at a strange metallic box which had ancient looking writing on it.
He picked it up, it felt very warm to the touch and he placed it on a writing desk next to the wardrobe and placed his phone next to it and he noticed the battery drained from full charge almost instantly dying.
"Shit," he said and turned his attention to the box in front of him.
Its corners were flattened and he noticed clips holding the box lid on, apparently the entire box frame lifted up from the bottom.
Slowly he undid the clasps and lifted up the lid.
"I wish you the very be..." Mr. Dickinson cut off in mid sentence, looking frozen before he suddenly got to his feet.
"Please, excuse me."
For an old man he left the restaurant like a pro athlete causing the teams there to comment between themselves and look over at the Bladebreakers before returning to their own conversations.
Tala placed the metal box cover on the side to the right.
"What?" He looked down at what he saw.
It looked almost like some kind of metal goblet although short and fixed to the box's base.
Surrounding it looked something like a purple energy which looked hot.
He put his hand towards it and felt the same heat as before, it wasn't burning hot, just a comfortable warmth.
Tala checked his phone again to no luck, the battery was dead.
He suddenly realized, inside the flame was a Bitchip.
"Is that a?" he asked to himself aloud.
Slowly and hesitantly he reached into the bowl, through the flame to grasp at the Bitchip.
Mr. Dickinson came around the corner to see Ian standing there.
"WHAT IS TALA DOING?" he barked instantly causing Ian to jump out of his skin despite seeing the old man.
He turned on his heels and bolted.
"GAME OVER, LEG IT!" he shouted.
Bryan heard and saw it, seeing the man running towards the room from the opposite side, even freaked him out and he backed away, hiding himself, watching before he decided to make a move.
Spencer dropped the brief case as he felt a major power surge rush through him and he didn't like what he felt, it was wrong, he heard the commotion from outside.
He left the cabin to see Ian on the floor, his legs surrounded by a purple energy.
"GET IT OFF ME!" he shouted.
His legs were paralysed, he couldn't move.
Bryan appeared from his hiding place.
"LET GO OF HIM!" Bryan shouted.
Spencer watched as the flame started on Bryan, he lunged at Mr. Dickinson breaking the old man's contact and allowing the other to escape.
"RUN!" he shouted, Bryan followed Spencer's instructions.
The purple energy spread around them, capturing them.
Mr. Dickinson walked into the bedroom of the cabin to see Tala frozen in shock, flame up to his shoulder.
"I'm sorry for this Tala, I truly am...I don't want to do this...but I'm afraid I have no choice in the matter."
He approached the Russian who tried pulling his arm free but it was stuck there.
Bryan threw open the restaurant door, knocking over one of the members of the Australian team who swore at him.
"OUT OF MY WAY!" he said going over to the Bladebreakers who stopped their conversation as Bryan approached him, looking pale and terrified.
Seeing Bryan in this state disturbed Kai deeply.
"You have to come with me, NOW FAST!" he shouted.
Kai and the others got up without any word.
"Lead on," Tyson said.
Bryan led them to Mr. Dickinson's cabin.
"What's up?" Kai asked.
"It's bad Kai, VERY BAD!"
A purple shock wave shot through the walls of the corridor and the light's blinked out, the ship was now without power, the massive propellers stopped dead.
"What was that?" Tyson asked they had all felt the wrong energy Spencer had only a few minutes before.
"Trouble," Kai said.
"Like you wouldn't believe," Bryan responded.
A few moments later the same purple shock wave came racing through the corridors as they ran at high speed, it was the same energy, they doubled their pace, even Kenny was able to keep up.
"We're almost there!" Bryan said.
Moments later they arrived at Mr. Dickinson's cabin.
Outside were three Russians who looked at them as the others approached.
Author notes
Beywriter: Oh dear...Thanks to those for their continued support!
Story-Beywriter
Editor-Lirin Sama