We followed Kai to his place. He stormed in to Voltaire's office and flipped through the files in his cabinet. He found nothing so he turned on the computer and was stopped by a password. "Kenny."

"Yeah Kai?" He showed Kenny the computer screen and looked through more cabinets with the rest. We looked for plans or anything else that resembled the location or blue prints of a building. We found a couple but they were to do with a new house or company building. Kai sighed and sat back as we all waited for Kenny to break in to Voltaire's computer.

As the situation became more and more frustraiting Kai seemed to be giving up hope. The life in his eyes was fading and a new look entered them. It was the same look that Mira had in her eyes the past couple of days before I spoke to her. That unmistakable emotion when you can do nothing but stare in to the distance trying to envision what you could've done. But Kai shouldn't be feeling guilty it wasn't his fault, there was nothing anyone could do but it was there…in his eyes.

I turned away and watched Kenny instead. As I watched him I knew why he was the intelligence behind the team. He hooked up his laptop to the computers CPU and started typing furiously. It took five minutes before he managed to crack in to the system. "Done."

"Thanks."

"No problem." We watched the screen as file after file was searched. But still we came up empty. Some of us sighed whilst others sat down in defeat. Guilt seemed to be enveloping Kai with each passing minute.

That was when Tyson leaned against the wall not knowing he would knock over a statue. We screamed at him and he caught it…or so he thought. The statue was attached to the floor and appeared to be a giant leaver. The wall behind Tyson rose up to reveal a secret room. "Oh my god. It looks like a scene out of a James Bond movie." I said with disgust and Kai sighed with a hand on his face hiding his embarresment.

We entered to find plans and schedules of a building. It showed labs, training, areas and many other things that pointed to only one conclusion. "Voltaire's trying to continue with my uncles work to make the ultimate blader."

"I'm sorry for Voltaire's actions." Kai said looking even more embaressed, and his cheeks started to turn red. The guilt had taken over and I hated to see him of all people like this. We needed him on his toes and this wasn't helping. I walked up to Kai and slapped him hard…I didn't expect him to fall on the floor though. They gasped and looked at me shocked, Kai looked up at me from the floor with a hand covering his face. "Pull yourself together Kai! For crying out loud you shouldn't apologise, you are not to blame! I can't take this anymore so get up and lets think of a plan!" I turned away from him with clenched fists and gritted my teeth in fury. "I'm going to make Voltaire pay for dishonouring my uncle's memory." I growled as I heard Kai get up. "Sorry." I sighed and he put a hand on my shoulder. "What for?"

"Letting Mira run away from me…and slapping you I suppose." That was the truth. I was angry at myself for failing her and Kai breaking down was the icing on the cake. I lashed out and I shouldn't have. So what else could I say but sorry? "Don't be, you brought me back. But Voltaire is mine right? He's my…" It was very hard for Kai to say the next word and I could sympathise. "…Grandfather and is manipulating my cousin. I'll need you guys to help me but when it comes to Voltaire and Mira it's a family matter!" We agreed, this sounded like one of those thing you don't want to get in Kai's way. That was the Kai I remembered and loved. We all put our heads together to come up with a plan.

AURTHOR

Mira was still in the van barely conscious after they injected her with something. She looked around with her mind buzzing but able to distinguish the men from the van. A few minutes later and she lost all consciousness.

The van went in to what looked like an abandoned mansion by the docks. (If you haven't seen Zeo's house…well it looks like that. Only condemned.) It drove in to what could only be assumed was the garage and stopped. The men came out and closed the doors behind the van. One of them lifted an old flower pot off a crumbling shelf. It revealed a key pad where he punched in the code. The wall in front of the van shook and rose up exposing a large lift big enough for the van. They went back inside it and drove in to the lift. The wall closed behind them as the lift went down and the flowerpot was put back in to place.

How far it goes down no one knows. But I can tell you it took a good ten minutes before they reached their destination. They drove out when it did stop in to a car park filled with a few very expensive looking cars.

One of the men carried the little girl out of the van and followed the others to a couple of huge metal doors. A camera was concentrated on them and a gruff voice came out of the speaker beside the door. "Yeah?" The most intelligent looking AKA the leader came up to the speaker. "We have the girl for Voltaire."

"Proceed." The gruff voice replied and the doors opened. They went down a short passageway to what looked like a load of white cells. These were made of toughened glass so the doctors could observe their patients. But for now they were empty.

After at least a hundred cells they entered another section requiring a swipe card with another key pad. The leader swiped his card entered the code and held the door open for the others to pass. They were walking over a bridge where fifty bey dishes could be seen in a huge room covered in concrete. At the end of the bridge there were stairs leading down to the room. But they were heading for the end of the bridge.

The next and last part of the journey required a lot of security clearance to get in. The leader had to swipe a card, punch in the numbers on a keypad, scan his eyes and fingers before he could even set foot inside the section.

Mira would've have been afraid if she could see what was next. They passed labs, hospital rooms, experimentaion rooms and things like that. (Think about Biovolt.) The men finally stopped outside a door with the word 'office' on it. "Come in." The man carrying the girl stepped in and the rest waited outside. Voltaire had been talking to a man in a white coat behind a desk. "Finally. What took you guys so long?"

"She was in close contact with people all day." Voltaire watched her being placed in to a chair beside him. "Do we have to use the girl?"

"You heard what our superiors said. The girl would make the first excellent test case in mind control. She's young, fit and has already been experimented on. All that remains is to test our equipment on the final stage. So you could say she's come ready made." Voltaire glared at the doctor who grinned evilly. "Take her to my lab. I'll be there in a few minutes."

'Kai! I told you to keep a close eye on her!' Voltaire thought as the man carried the girl to the lab.