DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN BEYBLADE OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS. THIS IS JUST A FAN-MADE STORY!
Isobel and Tenzou headed back to Voltaire's headquarters, eager to report their newfound information. They were currently walking along the corridors, which were very dimly lit, and rather stony.
"Such lack of decor! They should start spending their money on interior decorators instead of spies and criminals," Isobel said scornfully.
"Ah be quiet," said Tenzou: "All that matters is that Lord Voltaire will be pleased enough with our information to appoint us as his personal spies."
"Hm, yeah," said Isobel, without taking her eyes off the ugly walls surrounding her.
As they turned the corner however, Isobel bumped into a young girl, and the sudden impact caused her to bounce back in shock. She glared venomously at the shocked creature, whose fiery red hair would have amazed her, had she not been so furious.
"Watch where you're going you ignorant little witch!" Isobel screeched, backhanding the girl across her face. The smack echoed off the walls, and the girl staggered backwards, her hand flying up to the raw red cheek that Isobel had struck.
"I-I'm s-sorry!" the girl quivered in fright, staring up at the cruel woman before her. Whimpering in terror, she stepped to the side and took off down the corridor, running away from them.
"That may have been rather harsh," Tenzou said calmly.
"Shut up! If I had broken another nail because of that freak I would have chased off after her and beaten her to a pulp!" Isobel raged, her own face even redder than the blusher spread furiously on her cheeks.
"Geez, whatever. Let's get going, we've no time to waste," said Tenzou, and together, the pair of them continued on their way to Voltaire's office.
Finally, they arrived, and the male guards who flanked the doorway stepped aside to allow them in. As they entered, Voltaire stood up and approached them, his long black trench coat swishing with each step.
"Lord Voltaire, we bring excellent news!" Tenzou said, his voice brimming with sheer pleasure (Isobel secretly rolled her eyes).
"What have you found out?" Voltaire asked, waiting to hear about his grandson.
"Well sir, it seems that Kai is living alone in his mansion, and is engaged in no business. It seems however, that he has managed to find a best friend," he reported excitedly, trying to sound as business-like as he could.
"A friend huh? Interesting, we could use that to our advantage," said Voltaire.
"But sir, if I may, this friend of his didn't seem very cut out for, y'know, 'our kind of stuff'," said Isobel, staring at him through sharply narrowed eyes, heavy with mascara and darkly rimmed with eyeliner.
"Oh I didn't mean that we will employ him with us, no no. What I did mean is that we will use him against our dear young Kai," said Voltaire.
"Ah, I see," said Isobel, becoming interested.
"Kai has nobody but me in this world, and I know that he despises me as much I despise him. If he has managed to make a friend out of someone, then he must be very happy. Why don't we use this friend of his to get to Kai, by betrayal?" said Voltaire.
"That's a very cool idea sir!" said Tenzou, as Isobel elbowed him sharply in the back.
'Cool idea', seriously, what a loser, She thought, then said: "So, what you're saying is that we find this 'Brooklyn', as he is called, and make him join forces with you against Kai? But how will that allow you to capture him?"
Voltaire grinned and chuckled evilly: "Leave it to me."