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Ian felt like crying. He'd made it so far and now he was alone. It looked like he would have to find somewhere to go. He had no idea what was next. He wasn't sure if he should head to London on his own and seek out the B.B.A. or remain here and wait. It didn't look like Spencer had made it either. Ian wondered if maybe they had caught him. What if BioVolt killed him?
Ian pushed the thought from his mind as he sat. Being pessimistic wasn't going to make anything better. He opened his travel bag again, almost as if he hoped to find some clue as to what to do next. His hand hit something metal. He blinked, not remembering leaving anything metal besides his extra Blade in the bag, and that was in the outer pocket. With shaking hands he felt about. It was a blade, but it felt strange. Ian quickly pulled it out, eyes wide. Pure blue shone in the low light, intermingled with blacks and purples and yellow. It was heavy, and larger than most blades, but smooth and warm in his hands. It showed the nicks and scratches of age and use but the carved whales on the attack ring were as pristine as the day the blade was made. And in the center shining, almost glowing with a blue violet light was Ballina. Seaborg. The actual Seaborg, the one Spencer used, somehow he had slipped it to Ian.
"But why?" Ian muttered as he tried to figure it out. "Why did you give me your real blade? You KEPT your practice blade and gave me your real one."
Ian began to sob quietly "you idiot." He meant it in a loving way, but he was almost mad that Spencer would do that! It was like he had given up already. Ian wanted to be mad at him, but in order to yell at Spencer, Spencer would actually have to BE there. Ian wiped his eyes and grumbled softly,
"Baka.Why did you do that."
"Finally!" came a males voice from behind him.
Ian was sure the man addressed someone else so he remained where he was.
"Ian!" The voice called again.
Ian turned to look. A man was coming towards him with a worried look. The man was dressed in a black jacket with the B.B.A. logo on it. A Bandanna wrapped around his head, and cut off gloves on his hands, he looked Familiar.
As he made his way over, Ian finally recognized him. "D.J. Jazzman?"
The man grinned. "You don't forget much do you! And just call me Jazz."
Ian nodded, "alright Jazz, but you were supposed to be here last night!"
Jazz shook his head. "I know. But BioVolt was poking around the place where I was staying, so I had to stay clear until they left. Then they were all over London, so I had to hide out for the night. I'm sorry Ian."
"No apologies." Ian smiled. I'm just glad I'm not alone now. Have you heard from any of the other Demolition Boys?"
Jazz gave him a peculiar look that Ian just couldn't read. "Sorry Ian. Kai contacted me a few days ago but that was before he went in to get you guys. I haven't heard from them since. What about Spencer, shouldn't he be with you?"
"He was." Ian sighed. "But we got separated. I think BioVolt got a hold of him."
Jazz shook his head again. "No, they didn't. I contacted the Official that helped you in Leningrad. They didn't catch him there. He got away, so please don't give up yet. There's still a chance he made it."
Ian nodded. "That's what I'm hoping."
Jazz motioned to the parking lot. "Let's go. My car is out in the parking lot. The sooner we get out of here the better I'll feel. Besides, we have a lot to talk about."
Ian followed behind Jazz, never letting Jazz get too far ahead. And the more he looked at Jazz, the more he was curious. Jazz didn't fit in at all in the British culture. To break the silence Ian decided to satisfy his curiosity.
"Aren't you the B.B.A. Official Tournament Judge?"
Jazz gave him a grin over his shoulder. "The one and only! But I do a hell of a lot more than just monitor matches. "
"Where are you from?"
"Everywhere!" he grinned. "I go where the tournaments are! I really don't stay in one place too long. I tend to be called back and forth to different places, to see to safety issues involving all Bladers, and investigate all suspicious events related to the sport and its competitors."
"So, you just happened to be here to help me?"
Jazz again flashed him that bright smile. "Actually, I was in Scotland, Glasgow to be exact. The B.B.A. called me about Rei and Kai who were going to break you all out of BioVolt. I was told that your plans would all involve traveling to Dover first before anything else. I decided I wanted to come help out. And I waited until I got the call that you were on the boat before I left. Unfortunately BioVolt decided to start poking around the Hotel where I was staying. As soon as it was safe I drove down here to pick you guys up!
Ian whistled "That's an awful long drive."
"Nah! I love traveling! Besides, It's part of my job, and I love my job."
They fell silent again until they were a few meters from Jazz's car. Ian froze, his hand clutching Spencer's blade. Someone was there by the car!
"Jazz!" Ian hissed, pointed to the shadow
Jazz looked quickly at the shadow before turning back to Ian. "It's alright. He's friendly. He's going with us to London.
Ian relaxed a little. All this secrecy was making him paranoid, if not a little crazy. As he got closer, he could see the figure was only a few inches shorter than Jazzman, and he was clad in a Brown leather blazer and beige pants. It was male, and he leaned against a lamppost, tossing and catching a Beyblade. So he was a blader too. A pair of metallic, blue rimmed sunglasses were perched casually in his golden hair.
Sunglasses?
Leather jacket?
Beige pants?
Beyblade?
"Spencer?" Ian barely managed to choke out.
Ian felt like crying. He'd made it so far and now he was alone. It looked like he would have to find somewhere to go. He had no idea what was next. He wasn't sure if he should head to London on his own and seek out the B.B.A. or remain here and wait. It didn't look like Spencer had made it either. Ian wondered if maybe they had caught him. What if BioVolt killed him?
Ian pushed the thought from his mind as he sat. Being pessimistic wasn't going to make anything better. He opened his travel bag again, almost as if he hoped to find some clue as to what to do next. His hand hit something metal. He blinked, not remembering leaving anything metal besides his extra Blade in the bag, and that was in the outer pocket. With shaking hands he felt about. It was a blade, but it felt strange. Ian quickly pulled it out, eyes wide. Pure blue shone in the low light, intermingled with blacks and purples and yellow. It was heavy, and larger than most blades, but smooth and warm in his hands. It showed the nicks and scratches of age and use but the carved whales on the attack ring were as pristine as the day the blade was made. And in the center shining, almost glowing with a blue violet light was Ballina. Seaborg. The actual Seaborg, the one Spencer used, somehow he had slipped it to Ian.
"But why?" Ian muttered as he tried to figure it out. "Why did you give me your real blade? You KEPT your practice blade and gave me your real one."
Ian began to sob quietly "you idiot." He meant it in a loving way, but he was almost mad that Spencer would do that! It was like he had given up already. Ian wanted to be mad at him, but in order to yell at Spencer, Spencer would actually have to BE there. Ian wiped his eyes and grumbled softly,
"Baka.Why did you do that."
"Finally!" came a males voice from behind him.
Ian was sure the man addressed someone else so he remained where he was.
"Ian!" The voice called again.
Ian turned to look. A man was coming towards him with a worried look. The man was dressed in a black jacket with the B.B.A. logo on it. A Bandanna wrapped around his head, and cut off gloves on his hands, he looked Familiar.
As he made his way over, Ian finally recognized him. "D.J. Jazzman?"
The man grinned. "You don't forget much do you! And just call me Jazz."
Ian nodded, "alright Jazz, but you were supposed to be here last night!"
Jazz shook his head. "I know. But BioVolt was poking around the place where I was staying, so I had to stay clear until they left. Then they were all over London, so I had to hide out for the night. I'm sorry Ian."
"No apologies." Ian smiled. I'm just glad I'm not alone now. Have you heard from any of the other Demolition Boys?"
Jazz gave him a peculiar look that Ian just couldn't read. "Sorry Ian. Kai contacted me a few days ago but that was before he went in to get you guys. I haven't heard from them since. What about Spencer, shouldn't he be with you?"
"He was." Ian sighed. "But we got separated. I think BioVolt got a hold of him."
Jazz shook his head again. "No, they didn't. I contacted the Official that helped you in Leningrad. They didn't catch him there. He got away, so please don't give up yet. There's still a chance he made it."
Ian nodded. "That's what I'm hoping."
Jazz motioned to the parking lot. "Let's go. My car is out in the parking lot. The sooner we get out of here the better I'll feel. Besides, we have a lot to talk about."
Ian followed behind Jazz, never letting Jazz get too far ahead. And the more he looked at Jazz, the more he was curious. Jazz didn't fit in at all in the British culture. To break the silence Ian decided to satisfy his curiosity.
"Aren't you the B.B.A. Official Tournament Judge?"
Jazz gave him a grin over his shoulder. "The one and only! But I do a hell of a lot more than just monitor matches. "
"Where are you from?"
"Everywhere!" he grinned. "I go where the tournaments are! I really don't stay in one place too long. I tend to be called back and forth to different places, to see to safety issues involving all Bladers, and investigate all suspicious events related to the sport and its competitors."
"So, you just happened to be here to help me?"
Jazz again flashed him that bright smile. "Actually, I was in Scotland, Glasgow to be exact. The B.B.A. called me about Rei and Kai who were going to break you all out of BioVolt. I was told that your plans would all involve traveling to Dover first before anything else. I decided I wanted to come help out. And I waited until I got the call that you were on the boat before I left. Unfortunately BioVolt decided to start poking around the Hotel where I was staying. As soon as it was safe I drove down here to pick you guys up!
Ian whistled "That's an awful long drive."
"Nah! I love traveling! Besides, It's part of my job, and I love my job."
They fell silent again until they were a few meters from Jazz's car. Ian froze, his hand clutching Spencer's blade. Someone was there by the car!
"Jazz!" Ian hissed, pointed to the shadow
Jazz looked quickly at the shadow before turning back to Ian. "It's alright. He's friendly. He's going with us to London.
Ian relaxed a little. All this secrecy was making him paranoid, if not a little crazy. As he got closer, he could see the figure was only a few inches shorter than Jazzman, and he was clad in a Brown leather blazer and beige pants. It was male, and he leaned against a lamppost, tossing and catching a Beyblade. So he was a blader too. A pair of metallic, blue rimmed sunglasses were perched casually in his golden hair.
Sunglasses?
Leather jacket?
Beige pants?
Beyblade?
"Spencer?" Ian barely managed to choke out.
