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The police cars zoomed down the street, past many curious people that were pointing and murmuring among themselves. They zipped past all those commotion and went straight to the police headquarter. There they got off and the Blade Breakers were escorted into the building. To their surprise they found a woman standing before the door. She was medium height, with blond hair and sapphire blue eyes. She had a cold expression even as she surveyed the group of children and the police officers.

"Good work, officer." She said softly and displayed a strange looking badge, "I will be taking over from here. It would be helpful if your men can clean out of the building for a while."

The policemen suddenly all had strange expressions on their faces as they murmured their assent and quickly pulled away, leaving the building while throwing back a few fearful and comprehensive glances. The Blade Breakers stood there, much mystified and uncomfortable under such scrutiny. After all of sound of footsteps and roaring engines died away, the woman turned and beckoned them to follow. They walked down the grey corridor, inlaid with cement and devoid of all decorations. Their footsteps echoed down the empty and bare corridor, the augmented noise sounded especially eerie among the silence.

The woman led them into a small room at the end of the corridor and shut the door. She offered them chairs and took the chair behind a large desk herself. She did not speak for a while, but merely looked at them.

Finally she spoke, and her voice was cool, "Well, have you no explanations to offer me?"

The children looked at each other and they all seemed troubled. Their story was a long one, and it is not easy to tell. Finally Ray pulled an envelope from his pocket and placed on the desk.

"This should offer you enough explanations." He said in a quiet voice that betrayed his weariness despite his best attempt.

The woman fingered the long white envelope and asked, "And what it is in here?"

"I do not know." Ray answered softly, "But I believe it can satisfy you."

The woman had an amused expression as she tore open the envelope. Inside of the envelope was a stack of paper neatly folded, sealed with a light coloured, oval shaped stamp. The stamp reads "The Ministry of State Security of People's Republic of China". The woman's expression turned from amusement to surprise, and a sudden frost covered her features. She looked at Ray again, with even more scrutiny, and returned her eyes to the paper. She broke the seal and unfolded the paper. She read through the long letter rapidly, her brows furrowed deeper and deeper as she went. Finally she dropped the papers on the desk and raised her head, her expression was that of the uttermost seriousness.

"So you work for the MSS?" The woman asked.

"Yes." Ray replied nonchalantly.

"And you are gathering information on Biovolt and Voltaire?" She asked again.

"Yes." The answer was the same.

"It seems we are on the same boat." The woman sighed and said, "By the way, I work for the M16."

There was an uncertain silence in the room. But the woman herself seemed to deem the information enough, and went on asking, "Do you think Biovolt is responsible for this incident then?"

Kai answered in a tight voice, "Yes, he is responsible."

"Do you think so?" The woman looked at him sharply and asked, "Then what are his motives? And how did he transport his destructive machine to such a place without anyone noticing? Can you answer that?"

There was silence again. Finally Shea replied in a troubled voice, "We have a few inklings to your questions, but they may not be the answers you want. They are."

Here she stopped, searching vainly for words. The woman looked at her and said, "Is it that you do not know how to began it? How about I tell some of my own? You think Voltaire has established connections with the wizard community, is it not right?"

Her words were electrifying. The Blade Breakers all leaped from their chairs, staring at the woman before them.

"Umm, excuse me asking," Kenny said timidly, "But are you a.. Oh how I hate that word. But are you a witch?"

"No." The woman answered, an air of amusement returning to her, "No. I have no connections to them what so ever. But do realize we are not as ignorant as you may think. The M16 has been aware of this magic community since 40 years ago."

Max asked in an awed voice, "But how could you have known? They had many method of protection!"

The woman waved her hand impatiently, "Satellite surveillance and some investigations gave us the result. Many others know of them in fact, like the FBI, the MSS, the KGB, the BRGE, and the BND. They cannot possibly hope to hide their entire world under our nose. But that is not important. The important thing is we know of them. We also suspect Voltaire has some links to them, and that is how he was able to escape the pursuit of the forces of many world powers."

She paused, and then began anew in a more solemn voice, "We have let those people be for decades. We never interfered with their way of living, nor did we spread the knowledge of them. We saw no need in persecuting them. But now things are changing. If they are to ally with our enemies, then we must take actions. According to our information, there is some stir in their world recently. It seems you know much of them. Can you not tell me something of it?"

Ray replied quietly, "There is a stir in their world. There was a character like Voltaire in their world, except much more threatening and feared, and with many more followers. He was called Voldemort. We know for sure Voldemort and Voltaire are allies."

The woman nodded, "That explains many questions. So the incident this afternoon is done in Voldemort's favour? And they used magic to transport the machine?"

The Blade Breakers all nodded at that.

The woman continued, "I must thank you children for your actions this afternoon, but you have brought more problems onto yourselves. I am sure there are recordings of the incident this afternoon. It is probably already on the breaking news of all major networks. We cannot possibly cover it all up."

She stopped and looked pointedly at the Blade Breakers.

"What do you want us to do then? Offer the media a proper explanation?" Kai asked cynically.

The woman sighed, "No, that would not be wise. It would be well for you if you can keep a low profile for a while. Do you children have a place to vanish to?"

No one replied, but Shea said swiftly, "Yes. There is somewhere we can go to. But right now if we as much step out this building, someone will notice for sure."

"That will not be too difficult." The woman said, "I will get you children a helicopter to take you there."

With that she stood up and said lightly, with a warmer expression on her face now, "I guess that concluded our little conversation. Come, we will get you going. And look after yourselves."

She walked out of the small room and down the corridor that leads to the centre courtyard of the police station. The Blade Breakers followed her. Kai stepped out of the room, lagging behind everyone save Ray, who was also walking at a slow pace.

"Ray." Kai called softly.

Ray turned his golden eyes and asked, "Yes?"

Kai held out his hand and said in a low voice, "I apologize, Ray, for what I said to you before. I was wrong to ever doubt you. I should have known you must had your reasons for hiding something from us."

Ray smiled and took his hand, "There is nothing to forgive, Captain. Come, we have a ride to catch."

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The helicopter left them in a place that could be rightfully called nowhere. It was a large clearing inside undulating forests. A small l river bordered the clearing on one side. In the middle of the clearing stood a large stone building. Its shape and structure looked beautiful and eloquent, and at the same time ancient.

"Lord! This is where you live, Shea?" Tyson asked in amazement.

Shea smiled, "Yes, basically."

"How do you get in and out normally?" Ray asked.

Shea shrugged, "Horses and boats. This might look scary, but it's only some 15 kilometres from a proper paved road."

"But that is scary!" Max exclaimed, "15 kilometres from the road? My god! One would suspect you live in the stone-age."

"At least no one finds us here." Shea said in an assuring voice.

She led them into the building. To their surprise it is beautifully furnished. Soft cream coloured carpet covered the floor, accented by colourful rugs here and there. The furniture were all fines Victorians pieces of mahogany and rosewood, arranged tightly together in a cozy fashion.

"Electricity!" Tyson shouted as he raced to the kitchen, which is filled with steel wares, "Running water! Oh and a fridge twice the size of the one in Kenny's house!"

Shea said mockingly, "You didn't really think I lived like a caveman, did you?"

Tyson had already pulled out some drinks and food and from the fridge. When he heard the question he grinned widely and said, "Nope, not for a second. Hey anyone for some afternoon tea?"

He didn't wait for replies and stuffed some cakes in his mouth, mumbling some indistinguishable words.

"You know, Tyson, afternoon tea would actually involve 'tea'?" Ray asked in an amused voice and shaking his head.

Tyson but grinned and didn't answer.

Shea rolled her eyes and said, "Don't bother, Ray, he will never get it. And anyone who wants a cup of tea can come with me to the parlour."

They all laughed and left the kitchen.

"Hey!" Tyson shouted and quickly cleaned up the mess, "I am coming too!"

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The next days passed normally, and everything went back to its normal pace. The Blade Breakers spent their time reading, beyblading, watching TV, and all such normal activities that seemed so far away now.

It was a cold afternoon. They sat in the Victorian styled parlour, with long French windows leading opening towards the view of the smooth, glass like river. Snow was falling outside, and the once emerald green pines and spruces were gleaming silver white. Their mood was cheerful, and their many problems now seemed far away. There was nothing to worry of in that little isolated stone building, only peace of mind.

But a sudden rapping sound interrupted their light-hearted speech. There was a snowy owl outside the French windows, its large wings flapping noisily, and its beak knocked on the glass insistently.

"A snowy owl?" Shea frowned, "I have never seen one in those parts."

She opened the window and the bird hurried in, bringing a torrent of cold air into the warm room. The girl hurriedly shut the window, while the bird settled itself comfortably on the table. The owl lifted one of its legs, and they noticed that there was a scroll of parchment attached.

Shea took the parchment and unrolled it. "It is a letter from Harry!" She exclaimed in surprise, "I wonder why?"

"To Blade Breakers:" The letter went,

"How is your vacation so far? I have heard some strange rumours about the headquarter of the Order was destroyed and you were there when it happened. We have tried to find what we can on the Daily Prophet, thought no such luck. Everything seemed to be hushed up. Hermione did find some very strange and disturbing news on the Thames, but we all doubt its authenticity. I hope you can tell me what happened. There is another very important thing. The Ministry of Sports is sponsoring some new activities in the wizard community, and they have been heading out fliers at school. It seemed very strange to me, and I hoped you would know something of it.

Harry Potter"

"Always eager to find out what happened, that one." Kai said disapprovingly, "Sometimes he just can't seem to mind his own business."

"Oh cut him some slack!" Tyson laughed, "Curiosity isn't necessarily a bad thing."

Kai didn't say anything but merely frowned.

"I wonder what fliers he is talking about?" Kenny wondered out loud, looking intrigued.

Shea took out a piece of folded paper, "It's here. He sent us a copy."

She carefully unfolded the paper and laid it on the table. Upon the sight of it they all gasped. It was a large poster, pasted with a moving picture of two beybladers heading off in battle, and their bit-beasts struggling for victory. Across the top of the paper, in bold bright letters, it read "The First Wizards' Beyblade Tournament!"

"This is crazy!" Max exclaimed with wide eyes, "Who would ever think of that?"

Kai muttered darkly, "Who else but my dear grandfather? He has a plan up his sleeves, I will wager my head on it.

AN: Oh so many wonderful reviews! Thank you, thank you! Most of you seem to think the Blade Breakers are in BIG troubles. But this chapter proved they can slip through any sticky situation! And Ray's mystery is finally revealed fully! What do you think of that? Hehe.

Mystical Auramere, what do you mean about my disclaimers? Do you actually think they are funny? *gasp* Someone thinks I am funny! That is amazing, because normally I don't have any humour at ALL! I do have a lot of scepticism and scorns though... They don't really count, do they? LOL! J/K.

Someone asked me to explain everyone's power. So I will have a quick go here: Tyson's power is air, and anything that has some connection to the sky. Kai's power is fire, as demonstrated in this chapter. Max's power is water. And Ray's is earth and everything that grows from it. This is based on my thoughts and fancies, and it's somewhat different from the Asian mythology of the saint beasts that Beyblade draws its reference on. My OC, Shea's power is mainly illusions and perceptions. I think I have demonstrated that somewhat in my last story and this one. Hope everything is clear now.

I have one more question. As you can all see, a beyblade tournament is coming up again! And it will involve a lot of action and intrigue, I assure you. My question is, should I put some beyblading action in it? The plot doesn't really require it, but I haven't written any blading in this story... So tell me what you think! If most people want to see some beyblading, I will spend some ink on it...