Golden Bladers

Directed By: Misty
Typed By: Myst
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Chapter X: Looking for Gabs

Bea and Katie shared worried looks. For the past hour, they were all around looking for their friend. They finally thought about the monastery. By the time they got there, both were at a verge of tears. Yuri was outside, as if waiting for them to come. Bea shouted, "Yuri, have you seen Gabs?"

"No. I'm sorry. She hasn't come here to visit."

"Oh. So, if she comes, could you tell her to go back? We're all worried."

"Don't worry about it. I'll tell her."

When the two left the monastery and back to the hotel, Bea, being closer to Rei then Katie was, asked, "Rei, is Gabs back yet?"

Rei looked confused. "Huh? No, she hasn't. But I thought she was with you two?"

"Well, after she left this place, we couldn't find her anywhere." Katie stated.

Rei found the chance to tell them about the monastery. He folded the page of his book and stood up all in a single, fluid motion. "I have a feeling that this has something to do with the monastery. Right?" Both girls stood there. A million questions popped into their head. Rei sighed and continued, "I'm sorry. Kai, Tyson, and I know that you know about the Demolition Team. We were spying. Sorry we didn't tell you."

Bea really had other things in her mind then the bad habit of spying. She pushed them to the back of her mind and replied, "We can talk about this later. But now that you know about it, let's find her. We're worried half to death!"

The second after Bea shouted her last word, someone came at the door. The person was a postman.

"This is for The Bladebreakers and The Golden Bladers."

Rei took the letter. "Thanks." Then, he opened the formal-looking letter. The inside was just as formal as the inside, made out of nice, hard, parchment paper and in cursive computer printing. But the words were not formal at all. Rei tried to read it, but Kai just took it from his hands and read it aloud himself. Why? It was in Russian.

Bladebreakers and Golden Bladers,

You are invited to a tournament in my training center. It will not be an official tournament, just some practice. Great teams from around the world are invited as well. We think that this will be a good exercise before the Russian Tournament, don't you? To accept or to decline will be your choice.

Sincerely,
Boris

Tyson, as usual, was excited out of his wits. "A practice tournament? All right! Accept!" Tyson, being the best (and worst) player of the team, was allowed to decide. But Kenny didn't accept. "But Tyson, we have to find Gabbie!"

"We can! It's either she'll come back, but we'll be looking for her!"

Kenny just sighed.

So the search began. But there was a limit. They had to find Gabbie. The limit? They had to find her before The Practice Tournament, an invitation from Boris.

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To be continued.