Ch5 was alot quicker than I expected but work was pretty chill this week so I had more time on my hands!

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It was in the late afternoon, the sun was slowly starting to set, Julia walked out into the theater square, she passed the flowerbeds that had been covered in a soft layer of snow and the tree's where dull and had shed all of their leaves. Her eyes lit up as she saw the beautiful fountain in the middle. Small jets of water danced across the surface and the lighting was soft and complementing to the whole setting. At the edges of the square various food and drink stands where placed and for a regular weekday it was pretty crowded.

Julia looked at her watch, she was still 15 minutes early, this time she had prepared herself better for the cold and unforgiving weather and she found herself to be pretty comfortable now. Looking at the side she noticed a few iron cast benches at the sides of the flowerbeds. She decided to take a seat in one of them and made sure she had a good view on the entrance of the theater.

Looking up at the front she noticed a statue at the top of entrance, she saw four horses pulling a carriage, it always made her think of thunder Pegasus if she saw statues like that. Taking out the Beyblade from her pocket she stretcher her arm out as if she wanted to show her the entrance as well. "Look! I mean sure they don't have wings but they are still pretty don't you think." In reply she felt a slight static surge through her fingers. With a soft smile she brought the beyblade back into her lap.

"I wonder though, how did you choose me? Bitbeasts are such an enigma, yet you are always by my side for better and worse. Sometimes I wish we could talk so casually like I do with Hilary and Mariah, would we just be lying in bed and discuss trivial things?" She laughed.

A sudden gust of wind blew through the square, her brown locks danced in the breeze and she quickly tightened her long coat around her. Feeling a certain vibe she removed the hair from the side of her face and her eyes fell upon shimmering blue ones. Feeling a chill of excitement run down her spine she let out a small gasp of air. Unlike their previous meeting he seemed rested, those eyes had some life back in them and it posture was proud and… challenging?

Biting down on her lip she tried to break from his gaze but she was simply too intoxicated to do so. God, you have no idea how much I am drawn to you right now. She could not help but accept her growing addiction to that unpredictable and wild personality of his.

"I know I am pretty amazing but, no need to be at loss for words." He spoke in a cocky tone as he stretched a hand out at her.

Ah.. there it is, now I remember. I like you until you open that stupid mouth of yours… Cursing herself for getting so lost in her thoughts, he'd take every opportunity so she had a remark like that coming.

Scraping her throat she accepted the hand that had reached for her, gracefully she laid her hand on top of his palm and got up from the bench. "Loss at words? Sorry, my lips where frozen from the cold, pretty rude to have a lady wait."

Gritting his teeth at her remark he could not help but feel a little pride in it, when it came to having a sharp tongue they both had met their equal in that. "That's ok, you can warm up in the ball pit."

Choking on her breath she gave him a nudge in the side with her elbow. "Humm, I suppose you will have to lead me then, might get lost here." Grabbing his upper arm she locked her hand on it. You better get used to me being in your personal space, this is a date whether you like it or not!

He slightly tensed his arm at once again her sudden move for physical contact but he tried to push his old habits back to the dark place they belonged in. It felt refreshing to have somebody around who was not scared, although outsiders could think she might have a death wish but he admired that bold and fearless nature of hers.

With a hint of victory in her stride they walked towards the entrance of the Bolshoi theater, with her heart satisfied for a while she could focus her thoughts on her actual goal and that is visiting the location. As excited as a child was she had no idea where to look first as they slowly passed through the entrance hall. Red velvet carpets with golden sewing decorated the staircases, golden chandeliers hung from the ceiling, all the walls where decorated with various painted murals, even the vases looked picture perfect.

Her eyes widened in awe at the view and for a moment she stepped away from his side just to take it all in. He watched her look as happy as a child from the distance and it unconsciously softened his own expression. Following her trail she slowly ascended the staircase towards the art gallery. Within the gallery they found multiple paintings, some being scenes from the ballet performances and paintings that showed the square back in the day.

Continuing through the hall of paintings she noticed how the theatre had went through multiple changes and repairs, but with each change a new marvelous invention was made by an engineer to keep the show going and to provide the dancers with proper flooring and other mechanical spectacles that would strike the crowd in awe.

Looking to her side she noticed how he was actually interested in some of those blueprints, she somewhat feared that this little trip would bore him to the bone but he seemed to be enjoying himself. Walking back to his side she tried to read along with him but since half of it was in Russian she could not make much out of it. "What does it say?"

"Various schematics about the tools they used to operate décor on the stage." He said.

Tilting her head to the side she still could not make much out of it but he was looking at it as if he already had the whole blueprint figured out. "I was wondering though, since you mostly work on cars, or at least I have seen you do it how come you ended up at the stadium?"

Her question made him chuckle, to most people an engineer is an engineer and that's that. "it's a little more complex than that but you are correct, I am mechanical whereas that job was construction. I worked on a project before with their old foreman, but due to reasons he was absent so I stood in for him."

"So… they do more than just draw schematics?" His answer didn't help her much at all.

Rolling his eyes he could somewhat sympathize with her confusion, it's more of a see-and-you-understand kind of thing. "Some choose to do that and make schematics and designs, while others rather just stay in the field."

"Ah I get it, so back then… somebody poorly designs handbrakes and the mechanic comes and fix it." She teased.

"No.. that thing was French and the driver Spanish, that was its biggest issue." He said while he gave her a ruffle through her hair.

"Oh c'mon…" She pouted but he had already begun to move on, she dashed towards his side and they walked through the gallery together. At the end of the corridor Julia halted at an enormous painting that stretched all the way from the floor to the ceiling. It showed two beautiful maidens with the sun between them, they shared one name. "Z…zoryushka?" Shooting a questioning glance at Tala to confirm she pronounced it correctly.

He nodded in reply. "Yeah, that's about right."

"What does it say underneath?" She asked.

"Let's see.." He slightly squinted his eyes because the handwriting was in a rather poor state. "In Russian tradition, they often appear as two virgin sisters: Zorya Utrennyaya as the goddess of dawn, and Zorya Vechernyaya as the goddess of dusk. Each was to stand on a different side of the golden throne of the Sun. The Morning Zorya opened the gate of the heavenly palace when the Sun set out in the morning, and the Evening Zorya closed the gate when the Sun returned to his abode for the night."

"That sounds to romantic." She squealed

"Also they guard a dog that is chained and if he breaks free the world ends." He said in a too upbeat tone.

"Well.. that kind of ruins it." She pouted.

As they left the gallery they took a turn towards the center stage and Julia's eyes began to shine. Her hands glided over the railing and slowly she started to descend the stairs towards the bottom of the stage. He had already taken the hint that it was this specific thing she had wanted to view to badly so he decided to give her some space and remained upstairs. He rested his arms on the railing and kept her in his sight.

A handful of dancers where practicing on the stage, her eyes fixated on the instructor and slowly her own hands and feet had begun to move into the rhythm as if it was the most natural thing for her to do so. The instructor turned her head towards Julia, she was a gracious elderly lady with a very soft expression.

"Ah! You are that Spanish beyblader." She exclaimed in a Russian accent!

A little bit shocked that the lady recognized her out of her usual Beyblade attire she moved a little bit closer. "Yes, that is correct miss."

"I know exactly what had brought you here, your posture is that of a true dancer, whether it be ballet or something else, I know an artist when I see one. Come, come! to the stage dear!" The lady motioned her towards the staircase.

She was a little bit hesitant at first, she was about to stand on one of the world's famous stages, compared to these girls she was a plain circus performer, but her passion for acrobatics and dancing had always been ingrained into her beyblading style. Then again, this was a chance she would not let slip, no matter what.

Taking in a deep breath she ascended the stairs and onto the stage and introduced herself to the other dancers. Some had heard of her as they were secretly fans of the sport while a few others suddenly found out about their teammates guilty pleasure.

"Alas girls!" The lady clapped her hands. "Now who is up for some freestyle, we have been training long and hard already and perhaps we can learn a thing or two from our visitor."

Quietly he had hidden his presence in the back of the row so he had a good overview of everything that was about to unfold. He rarely did things for the sake of enjoyment, it was usually about perseverance and keeping the rest of the team together, or more or less alive even. Being out of his comfort zone still had him slightly on edge, and he still had no clue on what to do next. For now the headaches had subsided but for how long, the unknowingness was agitating.

He let out a slight groan of frustration and looked up to the ceiling of the stage suddenly his eyes widened as he saw a picture of a woman wearing a familiar red and golden crown adorned with an emerald in the center.

"Those are the muses of Apollo, or so the painter says." Looking to his side an old janitor was resting his hands on the mop. Tala always had a perfect view of his surroundings and yet this man appeared out thin air, it instinctively made him tense up, to ready for a fight.

"You know, this place had been burned, bombed and broken down just to be rebuild again, it is not this painting but this buildings very soul that is the perfect portrayal of Russia herself don't you think."

"Not much for history, old man." Tala replied.

The man laughed. "Many buildings need cleaning and a fresh start here in Moscow, but you will learn soon, Tala."

What the…For a split second his attention was drawn to the loud clapping coming from the front of the stage. A large crowd had begun to watch the young Spanish dance. Looking back to his side he wanted to speak but the man had already vanished yet again. Spencer and his weird ass drugs He tried to shake off the weird vibe he had and turned his gaze back at the stage.

She took off a thin scarf that she had draped around her neck and tied it to her waist. She moved towards the center of the stage and a guitarist had already begun to play a more Spanish tune. With one hand she grabbed hold of the scarf and the other she held gracefully above her head with a slight bend in the elbow.

Catching the rhythm of the guitarist she shuffled one foot to the front and began to move along with the music. The other dancers had begun to clap along whilst she was dancing the flamenco on the stage. The lack of a proper skirt meant she had to improvise a little bit but that was no issue for her at all.

As the guitar begun to pick up the pace she matched her pirouettes with ease until he came to a sudden stop. That was her que for a final pose, with one hand facing downwards just slightly around her abdomen and the other stretched in the air she looked up as she halted in perfect sync with the guitar.

Loud clapping made it sound as if the building was thundering on the inside with a slight gasp for breath she let her go of the pose and walked towards the other dancers. Slowly the visitors had begun to take their leave back into the rest of the building as the show was informally over now. Julia remained on the stage and made small talk to the other dancers. In the meantime Tala had also descended the staircase and moved closer to the stage which made the old lady turn towards him.

"Ah I see how it is now." She mused in Russian.

Really… what is with this place and it's weird old people. He shot her an unamused look. "Mind your own business."

"You'd do good to find something to anchor yourself on in this world, cause the route you are taking now, it won't be a pretty one." She rested her hands behind her back facing away from him.

"What would you know about it." Annoyance was rising and his tone began to sound more threatening.

"Boy, I pray for her sake that you only inherited his looks and not his personality." Her voice was on a more serious note now.

"Just stick to making pirouettes will you." He spat.

Julia's ears perked up at hearing the redheads voice, she heard them speak in Russian only it did not appear to be very friendly, from her perspective Russian never really sounded friendly. She bid her new made friends farewell and hurried herself towards the old lady and Tala.

Instantly the woman's face returned to his warm and friendly expression. "Thank you for that wonderful performance dear, please do visit us again sometime."

"I will!" Julia gave the lady a soft embrace and she joined Tala's side again. As they made way for the exit the women called out to him once more.

"You best keep that attitude of yours in line." The old woman warned.

"Whatever." He replied not bothered to look back.

Julia shot them a puzzled glance due to their exchange in Russian but Tala didn't bother in slowing down, in fact he was more in a hurry of getting out of that hag's presence.

"Something wrong?" She nudged him.

"Nothing at all, did you enjoy yourself?" She was rather easy to have subjects changed with since her attention span equaled that of a squirrel sometimes.

"It was amazing! The girls, did you see them! So gracious and refined. And those paintings, gosh I wish I could bring some home with me hehehe." Julia was in utter bliss at her experience. The pair walked outside and was met with a harsher cold wind, she winced slightly at the cutting cold but Tala didn't seem fazed by it in the slightest. As they proceeded she jumped on the edge of the fountain and faced down on him, from the ledge she was barely taller than he was but he made the effort to look up.

"Tala?" Her voice was soft

"Hm?"

"Thank you."

A little loss for words he all he could think of was snarky comments. Not the time and place. He decided to keep them unspoken for the better, as he was about the take a step back to create some space between them she had placed her hands on both sides of his cheek. Letting out a quiet gasp at the sudden touch he felt the same thing again when she had hugged him back in the arena.

"Jul.." He tried to speak but she interrupted him.

"I know, you being you, don't want anyone near but here we are. I really like you Tala." She paused.

Did she just…? That bold and brave action of hers, he was no match for it. He may had won from her in beyblading, but in life she dominated the game.

"It's okay, I don't need an answer, hell I doubt I'll ever get one, but those moments we shared and in particular this evening I will hold them forever. It is my own mistake for taking a liking to a stupid brute like you but I can't deny my heart now can I?" She lowered her hands to his chest and slightly adjusted his coat.

He could clearly hear her swallow a lump in her throat. "So please, humor me and make a few more of those moments with me, please?"

He stared in her emerald eyes and she had begun to notice that those blue eyes slowly seemed dull again. Did I push him too far? She bit down on her lip and as she was about to take her hands of his chest he grabbed one of them with his own. His reaction told her enough, it's there but he wasn't quite ready yet.

"Hey, it's alright, I won't leave." Her voice was warm and gentle,

Looking back up she swore she saw some hint of relief, his silence was difficult to deal with but they made progress, one step at a time.

His attention was taken away as his phone rang, it was one of the operators. As he answered the call he turned his back to her and Julia slowly stepped down from the edge and inhaled a deep breath. Well we're further than we were a week ago so it's something.

"Can't the regular crew pick it up?"

"That man requested for you specifically." The lady on the other side said.

"Who is it?" He was slightly agitated by the stupid request and made sure that she knew.

"He's called… Mr. Dickenson? Isn't he the chairman of the BBA?"

"Right.. I'll call him."

"I wi-.." She was cut off because Tala had already hung up on her, one minute longer with that voice of hers and his ears would bleed, and he already had headaches for days. He dialed the number for Mr. Dickenson and waited for his response.

"Ah Tala! I am glad you called, you see I am in a bit of a pinch, I wanted to go home but it seems my engine won't start."

Pinching the bridge of his nose he could not really say no to a request from the old chairman, he owed him that much. "Alright, I'll be there in 20."

"Thank you son, and again sorry for calling this late, I hope it doesn't troubles you."

"It's fine, don't worry about it."

Clicking of the phone he turned his gaze back at the brunette who stood next to him. "Is he alright?" A hint of worry in her voice.

"He's fine, his car not so much, come I'll drop you off at the hotel and then I'll head over to the BBA." He said.

"Can I tag along? I can keep him company while he waits perhaps." Those damn puppy eyes where difficult to say no to, but it was getting pretty late already, guess he had to work fast then to get them both home quicker. He could already feel his back preparing itself for another night on the old sofa. But she had a fair point, she could keep the old man away from him, he had enough revelations for one evening.

"Fine, as long as you keep him busy." He pointed out at her.

She let out a squeal of excitement and grabbed a hold of his elbow again, this time he seemed a whole lot more accepting of it.

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"Ugh…. Tyson, Daichi! How many times do I need to tell you cut it down on the carbs!" The brunette placed her hands on her hips and gave the two a good scolding. With her index finger she pointed towards a whiteboard where she had noted down todays training. "Listen up you two, since you have some extra fuel to burn now how about we increase this with 1.5x."

The two groaned in annoyance but as there was no arguing with their team coach they slowly heaved themselves up from the floor. "Can we at least eat burgers after you know… we win again." Tyson rolled his eyes.

"Look you may be on a winning streak but this year's competition is fierce! Don't forget that BEGA is competing again and we all know Brooklyn is as talented as they can get. So chop chop!" Hilary clapped her hands.

Kai leaned against the wall with his signature posture and quietly listened to his lady's efforts in making his teammates move. It wasn't until recently that he had actually begun to see all the things she did for them, for the team, for him. It made him feel rather proud of her, that and her dedication was pretty fearsome.

"Tis unfair, kai gets it easy just because they are together."Dachi nudged at Tyson, in reaction it made the world champ snicker out loud as they slowly started to run. Sadly for them they were not quite out of reach from Hilary yet and where met with an excellent curve ball to the back of their heads. "Run piggies!" She balled her fist at them.

Max and Rei where standing at a bey dish on opposite sides and watched the event before them with slightly questioning expressions. As Hilary took her gaze towards them they both shrieked in fear and quickly launched into the dish.

"We are practicing ma'am!" Max whined.

Now with a satisfied look on her face she crossed her arms and shifted towards Kenny who was per usual upgrading their beyblade's. She hovered over his shoulder which made him quite nervous. "Any progress?" She mused.

"Y-yes! I have upgraded Dragoon his ring, he should have less trouble now fighting endurance type beyblade's." He stammered.

"Hmm.. Out next opponents are going to be the white tigers, it's not a very bad set up for us but still we should not underestimate them. Plus they are with a full team so it will be best out of three, who to set up…" She held her hand before her lips in a thinking manner, so little time and she was still indecisive about their line-up. She stepped away from the group and sat down in the back of the training room.

Pushing himself from the wall he slowly moved towards Hilary and when he was positive his teammates where otherwise occupied he threw his arms around her neck. "Hmm kai don't." She protested.

"You shouldn't worry so much, they are all very capable of handling themselves, relax you've been doing too much already." He whispered.

"I just.. have a gut feeling, something is not right, I don't know maybe it's this cursed place, it's too cold, it's gray and-…" She halted her rant about Moscow for she realized that it was the place he had spent most of this childhood in. "Sorry, I didn't mean to speak lowly of it."

Kai chuckled for he already saw through her shallow dislike of the city. "Maybe we can kindly ask Mr. Dickenson to pick Egypt or something next tournament."

"Oohh.. I'd love to go to Egypt again." She mused while she leaned her head against his chest.

"But for now you get to suffer in the cold like the rest of us." He petted her hair.

Letting out a soft frustrated growl but the pets she was receiving from Kai made it a whole lot more tolerable. "Will you be gone again tonight?"

He let out a deep breath and looked up to the ceiling. "Multiple parties are anxious to investigate this weird phenomenon and most are using the tournament as an excuse, it is no coincidence that Max his mother and Tyson his father are already here in Moscow and I am pretty sure they are not here to cheer their kids on."

"Why don't you just talk to Tala again, I'm sure you can reason with him if it's you who is asking, perhaps you just circled around it for too long last time." She said in a dull tone.

Kai laughed out loud. "Reason with him? Heh, no my dearest, he only ever answered to one person and that was Boris."

Hilary let out a deep sigh. "You'd probably know him better so I cannot really judge that."

"Sometimes I wonder if I actually do.." Kai said as he tightened his embrace around Hilary.

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Mr. Dickenson stood in the entrance of the building awaiting his arrival, he was a little nervous due to his lie. Truth was his car did not start but he had a slight hand in that, he needed to speak with Tala but in order to talk to him he'd had to try and get him to the stadium first which was a rather difficult feat. It was a bit of a gamble if his plan was going to work but it turned out just fine. Still it slightly bothered him that he had done it in such a low way but he had to act fast now.

The approaching lights took him out of his thoughts and he waved happily towards the approaching truck. Much to his surprise he saw none other than Julia in the passenger seat. Wait… Julia and Tala? Since when did they…

"Mr. Dickenson!" Julia jumped from the seat and ran towards the old man with a warm embrace.

Tala bluntly ignored the man and had already moved to the back of his truck to grab a few tools and toss on his coverall. He had an odd feeling about this sudden request, although he probably should stop viewing the world as his enemy and shake it off. Must be imagining things.. As he shut the box in the back of the truck he winced suddenly at the spiking sound in his ears. Argh… not now, better wrap this one up quickly. Trying to regain some control over his head again he turned his head towards the other two. He was pretty thankful to have Julia around to keep the old man away from him.

"Ah my dear, such a surprise to you see you here at this hour." A little confused by them appearing together he instantly wondered if he had misjudged Tala all this time, it made him feel some relief.

"Tala was kind enough to show me some place here in Moscow, but come, you mustn't be in the cold this long, let's have a cup of tea." She hook her arm in with his and slowly nudged him back into the stadium.

"Yes of course! We are my manners, please follow me." Mr. Dickenson said.

"Just hand me the keys, I'll find my way." Tala stated.

Mr. Dickenson nodded and passed him the car keys. He noticed Tala making a rather disgusted face upon seeing a lion like icon on the small remote. "Is there a problem?"

He held up the keys as if he had touched something nasty. "No.. nothing it's fine." It's French! He cried on the inside, he always expected Mr. Dickenson to have a better taste in vehicles so he was hoping for a sweet Italian ride, even English made sounded appealing but this was the royal highness of problematic cars, the vestige of untraceable electronica malfunction and the worst plate work he had ever seen.

Julia stared at him as she saw him walk off towards the parking garage, he was clearly saying some 'interesting' things in Russian. Feeling a tug on her arm she looked back at Mr. Dickenson and happily followed him back to his office.

He popped the hood open and switched the engine on, it indeed did not had much life in it and frankly enough he didn't hear the clicking of the starting relay either. "Fix one light… get a Christmas tree on the dashboard, change the oil and the bloody thing turns out to be leaking from everywhere…."He groaned as he grabbed a multimeter from his case, and started at the very beginning, he measured at the battery. "Hm.. 12.4, seems alright."

He moved on towards the starting engine. "0… volt that's odd.." Taking a closer look he turned on a small flashlight, he noticed damage on the wires and tried to pry them out of the small spacing with his hands, finally he succeeded and he was holding up two sloppy cut wires. "You're either having a rodent problem or something to explain…"

Grabbing a lighter and some isolating tape he connected the two loose wires again in their respectable locations. Once more he tried to switch the engine on and it came back to live, a quick glance at the dashboard made him growl in annoyance as indeed every possible light was blinking. Turning the engine off he hooked off the poles from the battery pack in an attempt to reset the whole thing. With one more try the light for the lambda sensor began to blink. "What! How even! That thing is for the exhaust." Giving his neck a good rub he took out a form and noted down a phone number from a local dealer and at the bottom. 'Advisory: Get a new car.'

For now it was capable of driving and that was all he needed to get done, the dealer can go and solve the other problems. Getting out of the car he was suddenly overcome with heavy dizziness and the crushing noise in his head.

Back in the office Julia was sipping her tea. "This is good!." She exclaimed.

"Hehe, it is a special bland I brought with me from Japan, I'd knew you would enjoy it." He laughed

Julia nodded in reply

"Do tell me dear… but are you two?" He didn't finish his sentence on purpose.

"What! Oh no, no no no." She almost spewed out her tea from the sudden question.

"So you two where just here by coincidence?" She could total hear that tone in his voice that people would make when they were implying things.

"Mr. Dickenson, please, for his sake and mine could we keep this in-between the three of us?" She looked down at her cup.

"Forgive me, I did not mean any harm." He smiled at her.

The knock on the door drew their attention as Tala stepped back in holding a pretty gruff expression on his face. Mr. Dickenson could already tell that he had found out. "Think you should call an exterminator." Tala stated as he bluntly threw the paper on his desk.

"Julia be a dear but could you leave us for a moment please." Mr. Dickenson spoke in a friendly tone. Although she was a bit confused by Tala's expression and that sudden elephant in the room she nodded and took her leave.

"I was suspecting something but to see you getting involved in this is rather surprising. You could have just called you know." Tala sat down as he rolled up the sleeves from his coverall.

Mr. Dickenson rested his elbows on the desk and inhaled a deep breath. "Would you have answered if I called?"

The question made the redhead think for a moment, yeah he'd probably wouldn't answer the man's call so he had a point there. "Just say it how it is, there are five parties including yourself getting involved now."

"Five?" He looked questioning at the red head

"Hiwatari, BBA, Boris and BEGA." Tala stated.

"How is BEGA involved?" A slight shock in Mr. Dickenson's voice.

Tala rolled his eyes. "Oh come on, they return after what, 7 years all of a sudden, don't tell me you didn't see through that. Kai simply never gave up on the past, you and the BBA are always sticking your nose in this business and Boris is just a plain mad scientist."

Mr. Dickenson let out a small laugh. "My boy I know you are not stupid, but we are reaching an inevitable point, our data is showing an increased activity of a very unstable bit beast and I want you to know that the BBA will back you up if needed."

Tala leaned forward in the chair. "Look I don't need help in this, I can handle it fine by myself but the more people are gathering on that doorstep the bigger the risk for the entire city so if the BBA is going to make itself useful you may as well set up a match between BEGA and the BBA that will buy me some time in the very least."

It was a gamble but Mr. Dickenson had a hunch that Tala knew exactly what went on that day. He simply was too informed in the whole situation and judging by his sharp tongue he wasn't far behind either when it came to the information they had on bitbeasts, in fact he may even be more educated than his team of researchers. But he had to know for sure. Shuffling through a file he took out satellite photograph, it was easily mistaken for a malfunction but Mr. Dickenson's keen eye recognized the signature fractural ice formation "What happened five years ago."

Getting up from the seat Tala shot a quick glance at the photo. "I met an old acquaintance."

"Wait.. it isn't coincidence that you decided to become an engineer, did you." Mr. Dickenson stopped him.

The corned of his mouth made a small curve, the old man was perceptive as ever. "Who knows." He gave the door a push and left the room. Julia was waiting for him just outside the office and happily trailed behind him. Mr. Dickenson heard them make some small talk as their voices echoed down through the corridors of the stadium.

In the end you never left beyblading a day in your life have you. He shook his head and dialed a number on the desk phone.

"How may I help you sir?" The assistant replied.

"Please set up a friendly match for marketing purposes between BBA and BEGA, ensure that all team members will be present in the arena, also make a request for F-Dynasty to give a performance." He said.

"What a splendid idea! I will see to it immediately sir." The lady confirmed.

Other

Bolshoi theater – it is an existing ballet theatre in Moscow with a very rich history

source for the folklore about Zorya – Wikipedia, now I just added this little myth in since Wolborg is always hinted as being the spirit of Russia, and this myth was the closest I could find that has something to do with a dog/wolf, however Slavic myths are very wide spread with a lot of differences.

Christmas tree – it's a saying between mechanics for cars that have pretty much all the dashboard lights blinking, including the bad ones.