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AH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why does everyone think Harry got a bit- beast? I guarantee you, HE DID NOT!!!!!! Sorry, I am acting stupid. I thought it was pretty clear, but apparently it was not. My fault, I am so sorry. I am losing my touch at explaining things. I inserted an extra part to clear everything up. So yeah... I am sorry. I also apologize for late update. But I am busy I swear. Sooooo much homework. IB is not fun. Anyway here is another chapter. Enjoy and review!

"Wow." Harry still can't get over his amazement even after they left the bey-stadium and returned the hotel, "I still don't understand how all that happened."

"Descant likes you." Shea said with a smile, "Amazing really, she actually responded to you."

Harry looked at her with puzzlement, "Responded to me? What does that mean?"

"Descant is an illusionist." Shea explained, "She can bring to reality anything I will, in a manner of speaking. Well this time, she created something that's on your mind." The girl tilted her head and asked, "Tell me, Harry, does a deer hold some special meaning to you?"

"Yeah, it does." Harry answered thoughtfully, "How did you know?"

Shea smiled, "That's the first thing Descant picked when she borrowed your emotions, and she is never wrong."

"Extraordinary." Harry muttered, "It's too bad we still lost the match though. Hey, how did Kai and Ray do that thing, combining their bit-beasts?

Shea made a face, "It's something they have been working on lately. Chief once told me about it. I absolutely refused to believe that it would work before, but apparently I was mistaken."

Just then they heard another smooth voice speaking above them, "I hope you two aren't brooding over your loss?"

It was Ray, wearing his usual calm demeanour.

"Oh please, Ray!" Shea waved her hand, "I am not that much of a sore loser. We were just talking about the match."

Ray smiled, "It was rather extraordinary, wouldn't you say?"

Shea rolled her eyes, "I am afraid extraordinary doesn't quite began to describe it. And I still can't believe you two actually pulled that little combining trick off."

"Little trick, Shea?" A darker voice that belonged to Kai joined the conversation, "I am feeling you are underestimating our achievement."

"Oh lord." Shea muttered under her breath with such a distinct and indignant sarcasm.

Harry couldn't help but laugh. Just then Max, Tyson and Kenny barged into the room with their arms full of boxes.

"Pizza, everyone!" Tyson shouted enthusiastically, then added with a ring of solemnity, "Before we execute our little plan."

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When the shadows of night finally came Harry was no longer afraid and restless. He himself didn't know how it came about, but he was confident and determined. Quietly he sneaked out of the hotel and headed down to the bey-stadium. He arrived at the side door and found Shea there

"Are we going in now?" He questioned quietly.

"Yes. Chief had disabled the security system about 10 minutes ago. It is safe to go in."" She answered quietly, "But wait a second, I have something for you."

She took a small bracelet from her pocket and put in around Harry's wrist. It was a band of polished silver that shone with a strange aura under the starlight.

"What is it?" Harry asked with puzzlement.

"Just a good luck charm." She said with a smile.

Harry saw that sweet smile, but he couldn't help but shudder. The silver light reflected in her golden eyes looked so strange. If Shea noticed his discomfort, she made no signs. The dark-haired girl raised her hand and touched the lock on the steel door. A flash of white light, and then the clanking of metals as the door slid open.

"Let's go." Shea said quietly.

They entered the large empty stadium that was so full of noise but now eerily silent. The stadium was completely dark, but Shea seemed to know where she was going exactly and walked with complete ease. Harry followed her closely and silently. Wishing desperately for some light, Harry took out his wand.

But the girl laid a hand on his arm and whispered, "You don't want to do that. Chief only disabled part of the security instruments. All the rest that he couldn't touch are quite sensitive to light."

Grudgingly Harry put his wand back into his pocket and walked on. Shea kept her hand on his arm and almost dragged him along. They entered an equipment storage room under the audiences' stand. Once they were inside the room and the door was firmly closed behind them, Shea knelt down on the floor. She searched the floor carefully with her hand, and finally she touched a piece of loose tile. She pushed and slid the tile side way. Almost instantly the noise of rotating mechanisms could be heard as the floor opened up, revealing a steep staircase and a long hall filled with dim grey light.

"Wow." Harry said with amazement, "All of this surely is secretive!"

Shea laughed quietly and said, "But all the secrecy isn't much use when we got Chief."

They walked along the grey corridors, twisting and turning so many times that Harry finally gave up the idea of keep count of them. They passed many doors but Shea showed no sign of opening any one of them. Finally the girl stopped in front of an empty wall. She measured the distance with her fingers on the wall and finally pressed down hard on one place. The wall suddenly came alive as a piece of board slid aside to reveal a screen and a keyboard. The girl looked slightly hesitant, but the look was soon faded. She brought her hand up to the screen, and the numbers and letters began to roll at a lightning speed on the screen. Finally the flow of numbers and letters slowed down and locked on to one single combination. There was a small beep sound and more noise of mechanisms as a small doorway opened up on the way.

Shea took Harry's hand and hissed, "Quickly."

They walked through door way as the door slid close behind them noiselessly. Inside the door was complete darkness, and Harry could see nothing. But he heard a dark, cool voice speak.

"We have been waiting for you two for a while." It sounded vaguely like Kai.

Harry heard a noise like elevator coming to a halt and its door sliding open. He hesitated, for he could not see anything.

"Come on, Harry." This time it was Shea's voice, "Get in."

Harry followed the sound and the feel of the motion. He touched the elevator doorframe and stepped in with a little more confidence. As the door slide shut behind him, the light inside the elevator automatically turned on. The light was not bright, but soft and dim. So it would not hurt one's eyes after so long in darkness, Harry thought. He saw the Blade Breakers standing beside him, and they were silent. Harry frowned. Something doesn't feel right. There was a sense of emptiness, of awkwardness and something quite faint and distant that he could not grasp. He looked at the silent Blade Breakers closely. They look just as normal. Kai still wearing his morbid outfit, and Kenny still hugged his laptop close to him.

Seeing Harry's stare Kenny smiled and said, "Dizzi can be very useful later. She is the best CPU ever."

Harry nodded in agreement and suppressed his uneasiness. There was really nothing to worry of. The elevator slowed its descend and finally came to a stop with a small "ding". The door opened, and Harry followed the others outside the elevator. Outside it was more darkness, and when the elevator door was shut nothing could be seen. Harry could feel the others, some before him, some behind him. He followed them slowly. He walked about 10 steps in total before blinding bright light suddenly sprang up.

Harry turned away and shielded his eyes, and when he finally was able to open his eyes and see properly, he saw more than a dozen of machine guns fixed to the wall were pointing him. Standing a few paces away from him, were two tall men. One is tall and wiry, with slits of nostrils and blood red eyes. Yes, it was no other than Lord Voldemort. The other was short and stocky, with a shock of long white hair and malevolent eyes. Harry had never seen him before, but he was sure that man was the infamous Voltaire. This was more than he expected, more than he could comprehend. Confused, Harry stole a glance at the ones standing beside him and saw they are wearing the same shocked and confused expression. But of course, Harry did not look close enough, for he was too distraught to do so. If he did, he would have seen the hollowness of those expressions.

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Shea was sitting in complete darkness. But the lack of light does not equal the lack of sight. Instead, she could feel a heightened sense of perception within herself. She could perceive many things at once. She saw everything clearly. She could see the bright, blinding light; she could see Voltaire and Voldemort; and she could see the many sets of machine guns hanging on the wall. Her sight could have dissected those objects; she could see every quark that composes those things if needed. But that was not the need. The need right now is to observe and to deceive, and to send proper information to proper places.

"Listen to me carefully." She called out, not with voice, but sending out thoughts that she knew would be picked up by the right people, "Our time begins now. I can hold everything for 30 minutes, and I am afraid the actual situation would allow you only a fraction of that time. Be fast."

And they heard her, and so they began.

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Jumbled and disorganized thoughts swirled in Harry's head. But the chaos in his head only lasted a few seconds. Then everything dawned on him. This was a trap. Voltaire and Voldemort knew of their plan from the beginning, and they were waiting for them the whole time. Suddenly Harry felt stupid and lame. This was the second time he had walked into Voldemort's trap. And this time, the Dark Lord didn't even need an elaborate set-up for it. Harry glanced at the Blade Breakers again, and this time, he did notice the emptiness of their looks. But before he could ponder what it meant, his thought was cut short by the mocking laughter from the two men in front of him.

"Well, well." It was Voldemort who spoke, "Long time no see, Harry. I guess the same goes for you little friends."

Harry gritted his teeth and his hand instantly went to his pocket, where his wand was.

"I don't think that's wise, my boy." Voltaire said with a glint in his eyes as he daftly wagged a finger, "I really don't think you have reflexes faster than my machine guns."

Harry's hand froze there. After what seemed forever he heard Kai spoke slowly and deliberately, "How could you have known?"

There was more laughing from the two.

"How could we have known?" Voltaire said mockingly, "How could I not know? Do you think we would let you children, of all people, wander freely in our tournament? We have installed instruments in your room, and we have heard every word of your conversation."

"What do you plan to do with us then?" It was Tyson who asked this time in a terse voice, strangely without conviction and sounding hollow.

"What do we plan to do to you all?" Voldemort said in a mildly amused voice, "To kill you all, of course. Do you prefer the curse, or a single bullet, or will you struggle in vain and taste the machine guns?"

By the end of his words his wand was in his hand, and Voltaire was fingering a small handgun in an easy manner. Receiving no reply from the group of children before him, Voldemort smiled wickedly.

"Do you want to go first, partner, or do I have the honour?" He tilted his head and asked Voltaire.

"I will take the first shot, if you do not mind." Voltaire said and eyed the silent children lazily, "How about we start with you, girl? Ladies first, and it is such a shame that you didn't die last time."

He raised his gun and shot the girl square in the chest. The bullet went through her, zipped past Harry's arm and ended up in the wall behind them. Harry tried to close his eyes and he couldn't. He stared as the bullet went through the girl. But then the most extraordinary happened. The girl did not collapse; instead her image wavered like that of a picture, no, rather a hologram waving out of focus. And then she vanished with out a trace. Harry stared and felt hair standing on end on his neck. Sweat tickled down his forehead. This was much more hard to take than everything that happened so far.

Suddenly he heard a voice from an unknown source beside his ear.

"Stay perfectly still, Harry." It was Shea's voice, "Do not speak and do not move an inch."

Harry did not move. He didn't dare. There was chaos in his head again. He couldn't understand it. Bafflement again filled him. In front of him, Voldemort and Voltaire were wearing the similar expression. They stared at the remaining children in front of him.

Sitting inside the dark, cramp room outside the elevator, Shea could see all that went on. Again she called to her teammates with her thoughts.

"Hurry up! We have to get it all finished before Voltaire and Voldemort caught up with us." She called urgently, "I don't think we have much time left!"

"We got it, Shea." Kai shouted out loud, not caring that Shea can't hear him, "But we can only run so fast!"

They were on the third floor down, running as fast as their legs could carry them. The top two floors were empty and in wreck, and the remaining few floors would soon be the same. If they are fast enough. Just then some more uniformed guards appeared, holding weapons.

"Stop right there, you rascals!" They shouted.

"If you do not want get hurt, I suggest you get out of the way." Kai replied coldly. He did not stop running as he raised his hand and sent a sheet of flame ravaging down the corridor.

He finally stopped as they came to a metal door, his teammates following right behind him. The door was firmly locked. Impatiently Kai raised his hand and sent a blast of fire towards the lock. Second later, the door fell back with a big "bang". Inside the door was a large room full of computers and other high-tech looking equipments. No one was inside the room.

Kenny leaped towards the largest computer inside the room. He connected his computer with it and began working furiously. His fingers were flying on the keyboard. Two minutes later he pulled the cord and stood up.

"It's all finished now." He said, "I have the data on the hard drive and a disk."

"That means I get to do the fun part now." Tyson said sarcastically. He raised his hand and a whirlpool of wind formed before his palm. It grew larger and larger and finally it looked like a mini tornado inside the room. The ferocious wind tore everything up. The computers smashed on the ground and into each other. They all stepped out of the room and away from all the wind.

Max asked breathlessly, "What's the next part of the plan?"

Kai looked around, and said in a commanding voice, "Tyson, Max and Chief, you three head down the control room. Do you think you can shut down the main computer and system from there, Chief?"

"I don't know." Kenny answered uncertainly, "That depends on the system and the networking they have here."

"Well, just head down there." Kai said, "Ray and I will go the artillery room first. We will meet you in the control room shortly."

There was a nod from everyone as they give their accent. The five of them quickly split up and vanished down the endless grey corridors.