"What in the world?"

Mr. Dickenson had just stepped into the BBA information department to see what the problem was. File were thrown everywhere on the floor and shelf, covering the whole entire room in beige folders and white paper.

"What happened here?" Mr Dickenson questioned, disbelief in his voice as he stared at the disastrous room.

"Well, sir," a young man in a security uniform on began, "One of my men was taking his post, just walking up the hall, when he saw the other officer begin to depart from his post early. The man questioned why he had left his post, the man replied that a man in the exact same uniform as his said it was his shift. He had his papers in order and everything. They both ran back to this room a minute or two later, but they had found the room in the same way you see it now."

"Is anything missing?" Mr. Dickenson asked, searching for some men to begin searching and sorting out all the paperwork flown all over the floor.

"Yes, they began work last night. It has taken them some time, seeing as we needed the room inspected for fingerprints and such, but, we found no clues that would help us."

"Sir! I think I've discovered something!"

Both Mr. Dickenson and the Head of Security quickly ran to the side of a middle ages man with brown hair, who seemed to be an identical twin of the Head of Security, seeing as they both had brown hair, hazel eyes and broad muscles, but the man on the floor wore classes.

"What is it, Eric?"

"I've searched through everything, and I believe that only one file was taken from among all the rest."

"Who's?" Mr. Dickenson enquired, nervous as to whom this was going to affect.

"Tyson Granger, sir. His personally family history, beyblading tactics and moves, health information, everything."

Mr. Dickenson sighed heavily. This shouldn't have happened, he thought. Now he's in more trouble then ever. Poor boy. I wonder who would want all his information, and for what?"

"I want as many men on this as possible," He ordered the security guard. "That information could be very damaging for the poor boy, and I don't want the perpetrator to get away."

"Yes, sir!"

And with that, the security guard was off, ordering men to guard this room 24/7, making sure that no one left or entered without permission, and was on the phone ordering men to investigate wanted thieves in the surrounding area.

Dojo

"Tyson, can you please stand still for at least one second!" Hilary yelled, chasing Tyson around the living room with a brush and perfume.

"No! You said you would only brush it! I don't want perfume on me! Leave me alone!" he shouted back, running aster and faster around the sofa positioned in front of a television.

"Will you two calm down? You're going to break something in a minute," Kenny said, clutching Dizzy to him, seeing as he was trapped on the sofa as both boy and girl ran around him.

RING, RING!

"I've got it!" shouted a hyper Max.

RING, RING!

Click.

"Hello?" Max answered. "Oh, hi Mr. Dickenson…. What? Who would want those?... Alright, I'll tell him, but, do you have any idea who…. Oh, alright. Well, good luck, then…. You too…. Bye."

"Max?"

Max turned around to see both Tyson and Hilary had stopped chasing each other to look at Max, and Kenny was slowly walking as far away from the both of them to assure no damage was inflicted on his precious laptop. And both Rei and Kai had entered from the kitchen with drinks on a tray and Kai with a mug of coffee in his hand.

"Well, it was about some files…. About Tyson….." He hesitated.

"What about my files?" Tyson questioned, looking blankly at Max.

"They're….. been stolen from the BBA."

"WHAT!" everyone, except Kai, shouted, even though Kai was shocked to hear this.

"Yeh, and they don't know who would want them. Mr. Dickenson told me some guy had turned up to take a post for some guy, looked for his file, and then ran for it before the real security guards figured it out."

"So, you're telling me some unknown person has all of Tyson's health, family, and personal information, and we have no clue what they are going to use them for?" Hilary questioned, stunned that someone would do that.

"Basically, yes."

"Well, do to you think it was for the same guy who wants my Dragoon?" Tyson thought allowed, rather to himself than for anyone in particular.

"That would make sense," Rei mused, "I mean, then they would know about his history, his health problems and his family and friends, not to mention his attack patterns, so if they wanted to battle him and he couldn't refuse, they would have a greater chance of capturing Dragoon…"

"Great, first they try and kill me and Kai, now this. Why won't they get the message!"

Everyone stared at Tyson, who was currently seated on the sofa, infuriated at the fact these same guys were most likely strolling around Japan with all his information, and they could use it by any means necessary to get Dragoon.

"I'm sorry Tyson. It must be hard," Kenny said, pity in his face expression (seeing as he basically has no visible eyes).

"Yeh, thanks Ken-AH!"

Hilary had just tied Tyson up and was now currently untying his hair.

"GET OFF!"

"No, you have tangled hair, and I'm going to comb it whether you like it or not."

"NO! LEAVE ME ALONE!" Tyson began to squirm as she untied his ponytail. "GET OFF! AH!"

He then fell; face first, on the floor, his hair flying loosely around him.

"Gat ma up!" he mumbled into the floor.

"Tyson!" You shouldn't have squirmed then."

As she helped him up, Kai's heart skipped beat. He saw Tyson's hair loosely, which made him look like a fallen angel, and couldn't help look at him, wanting and yearning to hold his seraph (1) in his arms. Rei saw this expression on Kai's face, even though it was short lived, seeing as Kai had quietly walked out the room back into the kitchen with his coffee.

Aw, Kai likes Tyson, Rei thought smugly. O.k. Kai, you better be ready, cause I want answers, and I want them now.

Rei left the others, who were currently watching as Hilary brushed Tyson's messy mane of hair.

"Kai?"

Kai looked up to see Rei closing the door, and then turning around to him with amused, mischievous and questionable eyes.

"Why don't you tell him how you feel?" Rei questioned quietly.

"Who?" Kai asked monotonously.

"Tyson…."