Chapter 29

phoenix the 1st: And what's wrong with a Demolition Boy fic? They're not all macho and thick skulled you know. :p

Reiven: You really need to get something done about that twitch. :D

Bloody Mary: Ian getting interested in anything means trouble. And fan fictions... nothing better if you're looking for... eh... answers... #--#

russle: And what's wrong with the money Kai owes him being the first thing to pop into Tala's head? :p

lilmatchgirl: Splitting up works sometimes, and means doom the others. You'll just have to see which one I do.

eyriess: You're worried about Spencer and Tala? I'd be more worried about Ian and Bryan not killing each other. ;)

LingXiaoyu: It begins indeed. We're nearing the climax...

Kappy Locks: Ian's a mystery. All the Demo Boys are. That's what I like about them.

Jay Kamiya: Sappy scenes are always good. I'm just surprised Ian wasn't sick. :p

umi n secylia: Kai's been mentioned, is that not enough? This chapter and one more to go...

Ashla: I had the sequel all planned and have for a while, and it's starting to go a completely different way. Even I'm getting a few surprises in writing it!

Lullaby Lily: It's amazing the things readers pick out that writers don't. Love the analysis. Wish you could do one for all my fics!

Disengage: What's wrong with my other story? Is it because it's NC-17? That's only a safety to cover my arse. There are a few sex scenes, a rape, a little language use, and a lot of angst. That's all.

Castles in the Sky: I'm intrigued about your current situation. Has your lover gone away? (you don't have to answer that)

Werewolf of Fire: Nice login name. Almost done. Don't you want to prolong it?

Rei-Is-Mine: I've updated.

KuronekoHikage: No more info on the money situation. And I'll be glad to beta your fic. I'm an editor in training after all. That's all part of the Uni course I'm doing.

Wolfgirl: Something must have been wrong with FanFiction.Net. Sometimes it takes a while for me to get updates too.

They haven't got far to go, but expect some difficulties.

Disclaimer: See first page

It had been surprisingly easy to cut a path between the guards, but that did not make them any less weary. Tala and Spencer crouched against a wall, the BBA building in sight, but that was not what captivated their attention. There, sitting on the bonnet of one of the Abbey's black cars, directing the guards.

Boris.

"Well this complicates things."

Spencer grunted his agreement.

They had already made a wide circle of the building, taking in the layout and decided that there was only one real possibility: they had to enter via the front door. The others would take too long to open, giving the Abbey guards the time they needed to line them up in their crosshairs and bring their journey to a rather abrupt end.

"So what's the plan?"

Tala looked back at Spencer, frowning. "We'll try and get as close as we can, then make a run for it. It's the only way."

Spencer nodded, the two sliding back into the shadows and making their way through the alleys, ducking back as three guards casually strolled passed. One paused, glancing behind him, scanning the area. Seeing nothing, he shrugged, moving to join his comrades.

"Hear something?" One asked.

"Nah. Thought I felt someone watching me, that's all."

"Probably just one of the residents. They get curious you know."

The third grunted. "Just wish those kids would show themselves. I had plans for today."

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

His answer was lost as they rounded a corner, Tala and Spencer sighing in relief.

"Nothing I hate more than a guard with a sixth sense," Tala muttered, patting Spencer's arm. "Let's go."

They did not come across any more guards as they neared the side of the BBA building. Casting a quick glance at each other, Tala nodded, Spencer touching his forehead in a salute of understanding. They straightened, pulling their cloaks tighter around them, setting themselves before breaking into a run at an unspoken signal.

There was a cry from the blockade of Biovolt cars, Boris looking up sharply. "They mustn't make it! Stop them!"

The area came alive with weapons fire, Spencer and Tala using it to fuel their dash. They skidded to the side, diving through the doorway of the building, Boris swearing as the gunfire died down.

Spencer caught Tala as his captain slumped, energy suddenly leaving him. Tala laughed softly as he realised he had done it, before realisation played through him. Using Spencer's arm to straighten, he turned, eyes searching.

"Your turn Bryan, Ian. Just get here."

Outside, Boris swore, then laughed as he realised the Demolition Boys' plan. "Split up, hmm? Well you two might have made it, but the others won't."

He barked out orders, the guards swarming and setting themselves up, waiting with weapons drawn. The first sign of movement would cause them to open fire. There would be no way anyone else would make it to the BBA building alive.

Straightening, Boris searched the area around him. "Come on out, Bryan. I know you and the young one are there. As you can see, I am ready for you, so just give yourself up."

"Arsehole."

Ian shivered, pulling his cloak around him. "If we go out there they'll shoot us."

"I'd rather be dead than back at the Abbey." Bryan frowned, a plan formulating in his mind. "Wait here."

"Why? What are you– Bryan!"

Bryan didn't hear him as he slid from their position. He had watched, unconsciously holding his breath, as Tala and Spencer had made a break and successfully reached their destination, but in doing so it meant it would be harder for himself to get in. By using the front door Tala had indicated that there was no other possible way in, which meant he and Ian had to use the front door as well.

The thing was getting there.

He reached the stack of crates, searching them and finding what he was looking for. He picked up the length of hose and bucket, pocketing the cloth before creeping toward the closest of the Abbey cars, which also happened to be at the back of the group.

Glancing quickly at the guards facing the other way, Bryan reached up, flipping open the panel for the petrol tank and unscrewing the cap. He poked the hose into it, drawing the other end to his lips and sucking hard, trying not to splutter as the liquid filter through. He dropped the end of the hose into the bucket, watching it slowly fill. Content, he picked it up, slowly backing away, leaving the hose running.

He slowly poured a trail of petrol away from the car toward where he and Ian had been hiding. So far he had not been spotted, the way he liked it, as he continued to spill the contents of the bucket in a continuous stream. Reaching their hideout, he ignored Ian's questioning look as he pulled the cloth from his pocket and dipped the end in the remainder of the petrol, tipping the last over the ground before turning to his comrade.

"On the roof, kid."

Ian nodded, clambering up to the roof of the building, Bryan setting the bucket down and following Ian up, cloth still in hand. Perching himself on the edge of the roof, Bryan patted his pockets, finding the matches he always carried.

Ian blinked. "You smoke?"

Bryan shook his head, smirking. "I like burning things."

Ian shot him a concerned look. "You really are insane."

"You have no idea." Bryan struck a match and picked up the cloth. "Get ready to run, kid."

Ian nodded as the cloth began to burn, Bryan leaning over and letting it drop toward the puddle of petrol below them.

I bet you know where this is going.