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"Baz?"

"What now, idiot?" Baz growled. God, next time the boss sent him on a job, he was definitely asking for a different partner.

"Um…where are we going?"

"I told y'that already. We're gonna deliver him to the boss, then collect a big fat pay cheque for our trouble." They both sniggered at the thought of the money waiting for them, and sped up. When Baz reached the door marked MANAGER, he knocked nervously and drew back as a tall figure appeared in the doorway.

"Thank you, boys, you have been most useful. Now, hand the boy over." They did so. Baz cleared his throat uncomfortably.

"Um, boss? What 'bout our money?"

"What? Ah yes, your money. In…that door there." the figure pointed down the hallway.

"Cheers, boss!" They both touched their hats respectfully and ran off.

The man put Max down on a bed in the corner of the room and sat down. He had taken Max's beyblade out of his pocket and was fiddling absent-mindedly with it. Suddenly, his fingers found the magnet Kenny had implanted in Max's blade. He looked carefully at it, then a wide smile spread across his face and he put the blade carefully back in Max's hand. Max stirred and moaned slightly, fingers closing automatically round his beyblade.

"Now then, Thomas. What did you see when you went in?" Thomas thought hard.

"Well, Kai was injured in some way-"

"Are you sure?" the coach butted in.

"Yes, definitely."

"And he still managed to throw you across the room?" There was sarcasm in his voice now. Thomas hung his head slightly, embarrassed.

"Yeah…but, still, if Kai is ill, he won't come, will he? Plus, Ray can't blade, on account of his hand, sir."

"Drat! You're right, this could mess up everything." The man grabbed a cordless phone that was lying on the desk and started firing orders into it. He lifted his head from the phone and saw Thomas standing there. "Well? What are you doing? Take Max to room 75. Now!" Thomas blanched.

"Are you sure, sir?"

"Yes, Thomas." said the coach, in a voice dripping with menace. Thomas swallowed and, picking up the limp Max, hurriedly backed out of the room. He paused.

"Sir, how are you going to get them to come here?"

"Don't you worry, Thomas. I've got it all sorted out."

Thirty minutes later, the remainder of the Bladebreakers skidded to a halt in front of a tall, imposing looking building. They looked up at it nervously.

"Are you sure about this, Kenny?" Hilary asked.

"Yup. Positive." Kenny nodded. Hilary looked up at the building and whistled.

"Okay then, how do we go about getting in?"

"Easy. We knock the door down!" Tyson charged at the door, only to find himself being firmly held back.

"Careful, Tyson. There is more than one way to skin a rabbit, or in this case, get inside a high-security building…" Kenny's fingers were flying over the computer keys so fast they were a blur.

"Right…According to this, the manager of this building is inside at the moment, so, I would suggest that we simply go inside and ask to speak to him."

"The manager? Why?" Hillary asked, confused.

"Because, even if he hasn't seen Max, we'll need permission to look round, won't we?" said Kenny confidently.

"All right, all right! Why aren't we hurrying up then?" Tyson said desperately. Couldn't they feel that Max was in danger? Tyson's words reminded them how serious the situation was, and they hurried inside.

"Excuse me? We would like to speak to the manager, please." The receptionist looked up, smiling.

"Certainly. What is the name of your group?"

"The Bladebreakers!" Hillary replied proudly. The receptionist keyed in the name on her computer and stood up.

"Okay then, Hilary. Come right this way, please." Ray and Tyson walked a little way behind.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Tyson asked urgently, keeping his voice as low as possible. Ray nodded fractionally.

"How did she know Hilary's name?" he whispered. They walked through a door, and it slammed shut, immersing them in total darkness.

Hilary screamed loudly, her voice ringing round the room. At least, Tyson thought it was a room. It could be anything. He couldn't see his hand in front of his face, let alone where they were. He tensed as a pale light began to shine, lighting up what looked like a wall. The two halves of the wall drew back. Hillary, Ray and Kenny all strained their eyes, trying to make out what was behind the misted-up window. Tyson, who had known since they had been locked in the room, flung himself at the toughened glass, screaming.

"Max! MAX!"

R&R, please! I am being seriously bugged by my little brother, so any sympathy will be appreciated