"…" Pierre was quiet. "How could you be SO sure?"

"It's in his EYES, Pierre. Didn't you see it?" Llewelyn asked him.

"See what?"

"Oh, never mind." The older young man sighed. He shrugs. "Well for one thing, it's a good thing she's back. The Crazy Whitecoats should be doing cartwheels by now."

"…" Pierre frowned. "Well, she wasn't supposed to be back here. She's living a happy life in Japan, why would she even want to return back here and relive the nightmare is WAY beyond me."

"You felt what happened a few nights ago?"

"Yes." Pierre shook his head. "That damn Devil is at it again."

"And this time, he massacred an entire human village." Llewelyn looked closely at Pierre. "Ever heard of the White Tiger Clan?"

"They're supposed to be REALLY secret, but yeah, I know about them." Pierre nodded. "Elite bodyguards of the Chinese emperor of that sort, right?"

"Exactly." Llewelyn frowned. "The Guild has ordered him to do it."

"?" SD Pierre blinked. "But why would the Guild bother itself with those poor, innocent people? They're not doing him anything wrong…"

"We're talking about the Crazy Whitecoats here, Pierre. They don't care if their targets are a bunch of 5 year-olds, they HAVE to kill them."

"…" Pierre snorted. "Yeah. We're even WORSE than the Abbey."

"You've said it." Llewelyn sighed again, then gave a faint smile. "Hey, we have to look extra happy today, we still have to treat the BBA Team for a French tour. Guidebooks at the ready?"

"Ready and waiting." Pierre was sad. "Llewelyn…I sure hope the Guild wouldn't be too harsh on them. They're just innocent people."

"Innocent? Those damnable Crazy Whitecoats couldn't tell innocence by a furry white rabbit from a rabid bulldog." Llewelyn ruffled his hair affectionately. "Let's go."

What is the Guild?

A bunch of balding old geezers bent on total world domination?

A new breed of terrorists out to destroy the entire planet?

A high-profile assassin-for-hire network spanning the entire globe?

Well…a little bit of everything, and so much more.

The Guild has been working for centuries. They're a secret society of sorts who were behind every little thing that has happened in the world's last crises. Their supporters, their Inner Ring, so to speak, include very influential families spanning the entire globe, most of them nobility, members of the very old and filthy rich families, and some low-profile puppet masters of world governments at work. The Guild also has its very efficient and terrible assassin service, so frightening their whispered names could evoke a cold and panic grip on everybody's hearts without really trying too hard.

They're what they called "specimens".

"Specimens" of a very frightening nature it was said they could kill effortlessly without emotion or remorse.

"Specimens" that they've been researching on for a LONG time now, starting with Llewelyn Falstaff, all the way to Asaya Ninomiya.

"Specimens" they had called –Aurans-.

Lei was still looking out of the balcony with Driger in his hands when he hears a knock on the door. He then tiptoed quietly over to the door and looked through the small peephole to see who the guest or guests were.

He sees Llewelyn standing there, waving gaily at the peephole, with Pierre at his side, looking glum. Lei then unlocked the door and opened it.

"Hi," the Chinese youth said with a small, uncertain smile.

"Hi," Llewelyn answered, smiling at him. "Errh…I guess they're all dead to the world yet. You're the only one awake?"

"Uhmm…not really. Kai is doing something in his room, I saw him go out of his room a while ago for a drink of water then he went inside his room again."

"Kai Hiwatari?" Pierre asked, his eyebrows raised.

"Y-yes. You…know him?"

"Let's just say…his family's an old acquaintance of ours," Llewelyn said, sending Pierre a sharp look over his shoulder. Lei fortunately was just looking at Driger, lost in his thoughts.

"Oh! Errhhmm…you…Bey Blade?" Pierre asked him, seeming to change the subject. He nods. "We have a VERY excellent Bey Blade facility at the clubhouse…you and your friends could come over and practice all you want for free. Mind you, you're the first guests we'll EVER have for 20 years~~~"

"That'll be COOL! Say, where's this facility you're talking about?"

They all looked up to see Takao standing there, grinning. Professor was standing beside him, along with Max and Tsukiyo. Kai and Asaya were nowhere to be found.

"The clubhouse," Llewelyn answered him. "It'll be fun. And he might not look like it, but Pierre here is our top Bey Blade technician. He could help you with anything you want in fine-tuning your Bey. Oh, and Asaya, too. When you've got those 2 people on your team, alongside with Professor over there, your Beys could finally face off against any Bey in the whole world even with your eyes closed."

"…even Asura?"

Llewelyn blinked, then slowly nodded. "Yes…even Asura." He looked suddenly serious and grave. "I'm sorry…through all this commotion I forgot what Shao had done to you."

"It's OK." Lei looked over at Llewelyn. "So…you would help us?"

"Yep," Pierre said, nodding. "The Black Tigers would be joining the tournament, as we've seen through the programme. Don't worry, we'll be fixing you guys your Beys in time for the big showdown."

"Thank you." With that, Lei became quiet once more.

"ALRIGHT!" Takao gleefully rubbed his hands together. "Lead the way, I can't wait to BEY~~~!!!"