Chapter 5

LadyOrient: There certainly is. I'm not into Kai/Tyson, but lately I've been reading it. Expand the horizons I say. ^_~

Fran: You'll be interested to know I've actually finished writing this fic. It is completed. It's simply a matter of regularly updating, that's all.

Gothic-Wolf: Of course I made them gay! How could I resist Bryan/Tala! What am I saying, I can't resist Bryan and Tala!!! *Runs after them as they make a quick exit from the fic* Guys!!! Guys!!! Come back here you two gorgeous hunks of man flesh!!! GUYS!!!

russle: It will cool down quick though. We're talking ice and wind here. A rather cold breeze...

Jay Kamiya: Most Ray fans dislike Bryan, that's how I could tell. I'm a Kai, Ray, Lee, Tala, Bryan and Kevin fan. Many to choose from, and I like the 'bad boys' of varying degrees...

Black Jaggan: Sweet in a weird way? Interesting way of putting it. How is it 'weird'? Or should I say, 'sweet'?

This ones only a short one, so apologies in advance.

Disclaimer: See first page

Ian picked at a bit of moss between the stones, the hallways quiet, the other students having already returned to their rooms as the curfew had approached and gone. So far Ian had avoided the guards, sneaking into hiding places as they approached, and making his way down to the corridor that led from the dungeon, but also conveniently led to Boris's office up a staircase at the far end.

Hearing footsteps, Ian looked up, eyes narrowing as he realised which direction they were coming from: the dungeon. Spotting Boris's form outlined against the stone, Ian pushed himself off against the wall, waiting.

Seeing him, Boris scowled. "What are you doing out of bed?"

"Waiting for you, sir." Ian bowed his head. "I wanted to speak with you."

Boris stopped, looking down at the boy. "Well go ahead."

"It's about our training schedule, sir." Ian straightened beneath his gaze. "We did not have one today, so we had nothing to do. I was thinking that if you are busy tomorrow, what drills you wish for us to run. Or will you be attending?"

Boris studied him, searching for deception but finding none. Turning, he rattled off the drills, before moving toward the office, robe rippling behind him as he reached and vanished up the staircase.

Ian narrowed his eyes, turning and moving back through the corridors toward his room, avoiding the guards as he went. The last thing he needed was to get locked up for the night. Ducking down another corridor, he took off at a fast trot, bounding up the stairs two at a time as he reached the hallway that held the rooms of the Demolition Boys.

There, he paused, glancing up at the camera, waiting for it to swing away before he moved along the corridor, passing his own room and knocking on another door, it opening almost instantly and Ian sliding in the crack.

"Thought you'd been captured," Spencer said as Ian crossed to and dropped into the chair by the desk. "What did he say?"

"He gave us a schedule," Ian answered. "He plans on spending another day in the dungeon."

"No, this is wrong. He's never done this before." Spencer sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand through his loose blond hair. "The other guys are already talking. Some of them are even making up plans of busting them out."

Ian's eyes widened as he straightened, gripping his goggles tighter where he had them sitting in his lap. "That's it! We'll break them out!"

"Are you crazy?" Spencer looked at his friend. "It's impossible to get someone out of the dungeon. Boris has an alarm set up down there that are linked straight to that device on his wrist. And he's been down there every day since he locked them up, anyway. You can't get near the place."

Ian leant forward, eyes on the 19-year-old. "I heard a couple of the guards talking on my way back up here. They were talking about the BBA investigation into Biovolt, and how they may need Boris to come in for questioning."

"And if he goes, he will be out of the Abbey, and out of range for the sensors to set off his device should someone trigger the alarm." Spencer smirked. "It just might work."

Ian nodded. "Let's just hope they do take him for questioning."

The plotting has begun…