Hi there everyone!!! -huggles everyone in apology- I am so sorry for the late update, but I've just been so busy!!!!! Please forgive me!!!! -pouts- Well, anyway, I just want to thank those of you who took the time out to review. It really means a lot to me!! -glomps reviewers-

Well...I guess I just want to clear up a small fact...Dragonov SVD is actually a Russian armament that I thought would make a perfect name for an organisation of assassins, and I didn't realise that is would lead to people assuming that Tyson would be a part of it, in fact, surprisingly, he isn't, although that would be a believable idea!! -grins- Oh well...Oh, and I realise that quite a few of you are wondering when the hell Tala is going to make an appearance...well, I'm afraid he won't be making his appearance for a while yet, maybe a couple of chapters, but I assure you, he will make an appearance...he has to!! Otherwise this wouldn't be a TalaxKai fic, would it?

Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade or any weapon mention in this fic...yes, the weapons do exist!!

Now, on to the chapter!!

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Chapter Four

Kai strode down the hallway, a deep feeling of anxiety forming in the pit of his stomach, causing him to worry at his bottom lip, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides, crumpling the papers in his right hand.

It had been less than an hour after the meeting with his team, that he had been called to Superintendent Dickinson's office. The aging man seated behind his desk stared at Kai with an intensity any lesser man would have crumbled under, but Kai had learnt to harden himself from the world, from the people around him, he refused to show any weakness, and that is why he was regarded with the utmost respect by each and every one of his peers, and probably the only reason why Superintendent Dickinson granted him clearance to follow through in this mission. He had been somewhat shocked at the man's trusting gaze, but no expression flickered onto perfectly schooled features, instead he settled for a grateful nod and backing slowly out of the room, after reaching forwards to grasp the required documents.

Documents now creased in anxious hands. Kai bit his tongue, forcing down the feeling that threatened to engulf him as he rounded a corner, nodding a greeting stiffly to a fellow inspector coming towards him from the opposite direction. He didn't stop to talk, his intention clear in his mind, as he crossed under an archway in to a darkened area of the establishment.

Shoes clicking softly on marbled floors, Kai finally stopped in front of a large steel door, his left arm rose to quickly punch in the code to a small silver panel in the wall. A quick click on the confirmation button and the doors hissed open almost quietly, only for noise beyond its structure to punctuate the air; the thick scent of sweat lingering even after Kai stepped through and the door hissed shut.

Upon his arrival in the training room, eleven pairs of eyes swerved towards him, their owners halting in any activity they had previously been doing. Kai regarded all eleven people with an equal gaze, fingers flexing around the documents held in his right hand, before he gave a quick nod of his head. The reaction was instantaneous, as eleven men rushed forwards and took a seat on any area available surrounding Kai.

Kai cleared his throat and lifted the paper up, handing it to the first person on his right, Andros. Andros took the slightly scrunched up documents and skimmed through them, before nodding to himself and handing it to the person next to him. It took less than five minutes for all eleven men to confirm themselves that there mission had been granted, and now the atmosphere was thick with tension and apprehension, all eyes fixed intently on the blunette leaning against a wall, eyes gazing at them from under metallic silver bangs. He pushed away from the wall after a few seconds, standing up straight and motioning for the others to follow him as he walked towards the adjoining weapons room.

He stopped in front of a row of Ak-47s, equip with silencers, and picked one up, weighing the deadly weapon in his hands, before cocking it to the side and pulling the trigger once. In a instant, a straw mannequin found itself decapitated, the head dropping to the ground and rolling along to floor, stopping at Dmitri's feet, who stared down at in barely concealed shock.

"As I said, nothing but perfected is needed in this mission," Kai's monotonous voice rang clear in the silent room, catching the attention of eleven awe-struck men, who suddenly felt extremely inadequate. "I need nothing but perfection in this mission. One mistake could jeopardize the whole thing, and we have too much resting on our shoulders to allow that to happen. If one person even comes close to messing up, stop them. Each person's actions are your own. Watch your teammates. Watch yourselves. But most importantly of all, watch your enemies."

Heads nodded and hands clenched as each and every one of the eleven men standing in the room listened to what their team leader had to say, knowing that most of the responsibility was resting on the young man's shoulders, and to screw up would mean nothing but trouble for him; trouble they were unwilling to cause.

"We will leave at 18:00 hours in an unmarked helicopter and circle Lake Baikal until we reach the East side of the outer regions of the lake before we unload and transfer out equipment into a submarine. Our geographists have located a small cove a few miles from Mount Zhima, which is where we will resurface. After resurfacing, I want two men to stand guard outside the submarine, or position themselves around it; there is enough foliage to obscure them from sight if need be. Three more men will trek to the base of Mount Zhima and position themselves around there and another three will be placed near the top of the mountain; therefore being able to observe almost everything. The remaining three and myself will surround the airfield and radio in for backup if worse comes to worse. The three at the base of Mount Zhima will be our back up. Everyone needs to be properly equipped. Choose your teams, I trust your judgement.

I want you suited up in black clothing head to foot, with body armour. Infrared goggles will be provided for you as soon as we board the submarine. Everyone must have an Ak-47 complete with rounds and extras, a GsH-18 pistol, at least 36 extra bullets, as the cartridge holds a maximum eighteen, and grenades are needed for precautionary measures. Any questions?"

A man in his mid-twenties raised a tanned hand, lilac hair, tied back in a ponytail, swishing with his movements.

"Yes, Filipp?"

The man, Filipp, lowered his hand, "No disrespect to you sir, by why are you telling is everything now?"

A humourless smirk twitched the tips of Kai's lips, "It is better to be prepared and briefed before a mission; as the information has more time to sink in and less mistakes are liable to be made, although I expect no mistakes to be made anyway. Answer your question?"

Filipp nodded, satisfied with the answer and leant back, fingers drumming nervously against his crossed arms. Kai gazed at each men individually, then tilted his head to the side.

"Well then, if there are no more further questions…everybody suit up. Call your family; talk to them for a while, and meet back in the conference room at 17:45 exactly. From there we will leave. Dismissed," with that, Kai stalked out of the room, leaving behind a group of hesitant yet eager men.

Kai walked out of the training room and into his office, where he stripped off his blazer, slinging it across the back of his chair and promptly loosening his tie and unbuttoning the first two buttons of his shirt. He collapsed in his chair with a heavy sigh, his feet lifting up to rest on the surface of his desk. Placing one hand to his suddenly pulsating head and the other to his anxious stomach, Kai groaned, eyes fluttering shut. He stayed in that position for the next half an hour, quelling the butterflies that had developed in his stomach, until he was certain they would not arise at a more inappropriate time.

Risking a glance at his watch, Kai noticed he had more than an hour until he had to suit up. Standing up swiftly, Kai proceeded out of his office and down the hallway to a more private training room, where he proceeded to strip off his shirt and trousers and replace them with loose black tracksuits that hung low on slim hips and a white tank top. Stretching as he walked, Kai fastened black bandages around his fists and fingers before taking up his position in the centre of the room, in front of a large red boxing bag. Flexing his arms, Kai let his fist fly, coming into quick, precise contact with the bag, before his other hand followed, and then repeated himself, sweat already starting to trickle down the back of his neck.

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Kai strode in to the room, face obscured by a black hood, the only visible feature being his eyes. The rest of his body was clothed in black, his chest wrapped in body armour and at his waist was a holster, his GsH-18 sitting snugly in the holding, while around his shoulders were rounds of extra ammunition for the Ak-47 slung across his chest. The eleven men stood, right hands flying to their temple in a salute, each and every one of them clothed in the same way as Kai.

Kai nodded his appreciation and motioned for the men to follow him out of the room, down the hallway, up the stairs and onto the roof where a majestic red helicopter stood, its propellers whirling and creating a huge gust of wind. Everyone gulped, fear washing over them as they realised that there was no turning back now. One by one, they ducted under the man made wind and ran towards the entrance of the helicopter, before settling in, legs shaking unintentionally. Kai came in last, sliding the door shut behind him and taking his place in the cockpit, fingers flying over the numerous buttons and securing the seatbelt across his chest. With a thumbs up, Kai gripped the cyclic control stick in his right hand a pulled down slowly, the helicopter steadily rising into the air, before taking a 180 degree turn and soaring across a darkening sky of red, oranges, blues and purples, towards its destination...

-grins sheepishly- Well...so much for the action I promised at the end of the last chapter... -sweat drops- No worries, the action will definitely be in the next chapter!!!

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