Chapter6:

Boris lashed out the gun, and slammed its handle against Klara's cheek. He held the weapon at arm's length, pointing it at the snarling girl. Boris' finger tightend around the trigger as the sound of metal on metal clanged. Klara stood there as a crumpled heap on the floor, her hands covering her face. She looked past them, and what she saw, made her gasp. The bullet did not hit her own semi-robotic body. But instead, a red haired, blue eyed teen, stood in front of her, blood trickling along his front: Tala.

"I won't let this mad man kill us." he gasped through the gushes of blood. Bryan tried to talk, but all that escaped his throat was a crack. "Ta-la. You..? Why? Why?" Klara moaned, steadying Tala as he staggered towards Boris. "I've had enough of your sick, twisted games, old man. I'm going to take you down." Tala growled as he broke into a weak run. "Even if I have to go down with you!" He rammed Boris into the stone wall, who was grinning wildly.

His cloak fell, revealing, not cloths, or even skin, but a robotic body. And in the center, his heart lay, pumping furiously, in a n iron case, attached to a tube. The three teens looked at the strange seen in shock. Boris' psycotic grin widened. "You see children. Before you all came along, I needed someone to experiment on. When no one applied, well, the out come is obvious." Boris laughed.

"What's wrong? Not so sure you can win, now that your facing an original cyborg?" he mocked. Tala snarled, "Actually, I'm feeling quite a bit more confident." he yelped, as more blood fell from his mouth and splattered onto the floor. "It'll be easy, beating an out-of-date tin can!" He ran at Boris, who lashed out his hand, sending Tala sprawling onto the ground.

"Stupid boy." Boris grinned, raising his hand. An odd, grotesque noise filled the room as Boris' hand turned silver and twisted into a drill. "Now, I'm going to take you apart, piece, by, piece." he cackled. "Don't worry. It won't hurt, much. Okay, A LOT!" He slammed his arm down hard aiming for Tala's face, who had aready slipped from under him, during his speech.

"Get back here!" Boris hissed. He was suddenly bowled over by a silver wolf. "WOLBORG!" Tala boomed. His hair blew behind him, and billowed in the thick, silver blizzard that suddenly appeared. "See ya, tin-can-man!" Tala shouted, over the howling of the wind. They formed a ladder leading up to the air vent. They thrusted Klara up first, then Bryan, and finally Tala who called Wolborg back to him, leaving Boris shrieking with rage in the blinding blizzaed below them.

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Max landed the helicopter smoothly on the front lawn of the house. He and Kenny hoped out and walked to the door. They slid it open and walked inside. It was quite different before Max left. Driger skidded to a halt a Kenny's feet, and rammed inward at Galux. The pink blade flew back, landing on Dragoon, who flew back and narrowly dodged Sharkrash.

"GUYS!" Max boomed. "Kenny's here." The teens looked up from their battles and greeted their friend, who was informed on the situation. Kenny frowned, "Are you nuts! Take on the Demolition Boys? They'd crushed us! Five on...one, two ,three, four, five,...six? Oh. Never mind." Kenny flushed red.

"Wow. You're making a bigger fool of yourself than Tyson." Dizzi said, amused. "Shut up." Kenny muttered. "So," Tyson said, patting him on the back and knocking him over. "Got any formation plans?" Kenny smirked as he brought up a 3D map of Biovolt on Dizzi. "How'd you do that!" Tyson blurted. "I attatched a minature camera and microphone on your jacket, last time you went. It fell off. So we were able to hear where they were moving their base. It's the old museam across town. I know it well enough."

Max snorted, "Only because you've been there a billion times." Kenny smirked. "Actually, seven-hundred, twenty-seven times." Dizzi corrected.

"Anyway, it's under the basement. Way under. About 3000 feet." The rest of the bladers stared at Kenny incredulously. "WHAT!" the boomed. "3000 feet. But we'll need more people. We'll be the main, but we'll need the rest of the White Tigers, Majestics, and Saint Shields. The All Stars are on vacation in Australia. I don't care how good that chopper is, it won't make the trip." Kenny said, typing furiously.

Max' eyes widened. "That'll be a lot of helicopter trips!" he said, stunned. "Make it quick!" Mariam shouted as he left. The rest of the day was spent training, and planning, which they had to revise everytime Max arrived with a new group. Kai, of course, practiced without Dranzer, seeing as he was no longer with them.

When they had all gathered, Kenny re-explained the situation and plan to them, for what he said was the fifth time. "Question is 'How do eighteen teenagers sneak into a guard, secret, evil, underground base?" Ozuma stated. Kenny, once again, brought up the 3D map of the base. "We're not going as one. We're going in disguised groups." He looked around and pointed at each as he adressed them. "The Saint Shields will be Group B, the White Tigers will be Group C, and the Majestics will be Group D. The BladeBreakers will be Group A."

The eighteen teens looked at each other. Kai suddenly spoke. "Alright. We know the plan, so let's do this."

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The three teens crawled along the air vent, occasionally holding their breaths for fear of being caught. After what seemed to be hours of winding air vent they came to a wide opening, which led to a master air vent. They slipped down into the guard-free, abandoned hallway. The trio tipe-toed lightly across the base, twice narrowly missing being caught. "Tala's wound seems to be getting better." Bryan whispered lowly as they crept across the hallway, busy with guards.

Tala looked both ways and snuck across as he said, "Robotic technology has its perks." Bryan saw that the anslaught of pacing guards would never end, and took a chane. He ran across the hall intersect stealthly, but not quickly enough. A guard soon spotted him, sounding the alarm. "HALT! Sound the alarms! We've found them! We've found them!" he shouted.

The three bolted for the door at the far end of the hall, over-turning whatever they could to block the path. "Thanks for exposing us, Bryan!" Klara shouted from the lead, as the two boys struggled to keep up with her.

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Three groups of teens stood innocently at the museam's gates. The sign read 'Ebony Palace.' Tyson snorted under his black cloak. "Sounds like a rich snob's house." he murmured. One group was shrouded in black cloaks, the other, in white, and the last, in red cloaks. The figures walked around the museam, uttering some words to each other, each group hidden near a different entrance. The guards leered around, unsuspecting of the hatchng plan.

Suddenly, across the street, a pillar holding up the Laquarie Mansion's front gate collapsed, toppling the whole wall onto the house. The guards did not hestitate to bolt over, helping in whatever way the could. Meanwhile, four blades flew into four outstretched hands, as a fourth group of cloaked figures appeared. "We did it!" Oliver yelped through his navy cloak.

The four groups split up, each taking a different entrance into the museam, so as to not be too suspicious. "It would seem our spliting was unneeded." Robert said. The museam was empty. "I don't think those guards even know what's going on in here." Lee mused. Kenny pulled out his laptop. The 3D map appeared again, this time with five dots, each labled. "Hey. I know that these four dots are us, but what's that fifth one?" Rei questioned.

"That's the entrance into the base. Somewhere around there, anyway." he said, his fingers, once again, glued to his laptop. "Ouch, that hurts, Chief!" Dizzi whinned. Kenny ignored her began checking his calculations, as they advanced to the green dot. It was only when he hit a wall, that Kenny looked up from Dizzi. He looked up to the painting, then back to Dizzi. "Alright, guys. After this, we won't have a map of the place. So be prepared. Several of the teens snorted, their blades already attached to the launchers under their cloaks.

Kennny poked randomly at the painting he was facing, hoping to find a trigger. "This is hopless! The guards will be back any minute now!" Dunga sighed, as he sat on one of the statue platforms. It slid, as the sound of screeching metal filled the room. The group looked forward to see two bolted, iron doors, then back at Dunga. He grinned, "Genious, aren't I?"

Three blades zipped through the air and smashed the lock. The gates creaked open, as the group cautiously snuck in. The gates slammed tightly behind them. They went sneaking along the dark corridors of the halls, not meeting too many guards along their path. It had been about an hour when the sounds of yelling guards and an alarm met their ears.

"They've found us!" Kevin hissed. "Split up!" Jospeh said, already leading the Saint Shields down a seperate path. It wasn't long before it was just the BladeBreakers, Hillary, and Kenny running down the hall. Kenny huffed under the strain to keep up. "I don't think they're after us." Kai whispered, his back to the wall. "They're after," he cupped his ear. "Bryan, Tala, and Klara." he finished. A somewhat eerie silence met these words.

Tyson looked at Kai. "Kai, you just said Klara's name, without the tiniest bit of fear." he said, astounded. Kai shrugged, "They have Dranzer. I won't back out on him. Not now." The sound of scurrying feet met their ears, too quick for them to hide. The BladeBreakers stared at the three pale teens before them: Tala, Bryan, and Klara.

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Bryan, Tala, and Klara stared at the BladeBreakers. But it was not the angered face of Kai that paled them, and chilled them to the very bone. They opened their mouths in vain, releasing only a silent scream. It was the sight of Boris, slowly creeping upon them, his face torn, one red eye gleaming from the shredded mask. And the long jagged blade raised above the BladeBreakers heads...

-End Chapter-

A/N:

-I just realized how little this story makes sense. Eighteen cloaked figure that aren't suspicious? Yeah, right.