Hi everyone. I'm so sorry that it's been AGES since I updated. But...here is the next chapter! Thanks to GFchamp for all the help =)

Disclaimer: I do not own Galactik Football

Ryland and Brandon had been innocently practicing football…in a remote corner of Genesis Stadium, when Ryland suddenly saw something very odd.
"Brandon, get down," he hissed, ducking behind a plant. Although confused, Brandon obeyed.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Look," whispered Ryland, a look of horror on his face, as he pointed in front of him. Brandon followed Ryland's gaze, quickly finding what he had been looking at.
"Oh…"
Sinedd was slinking past, carrying a seemingly-unconscious Jaina – bound, gagged, and blindfolded – over his shoulder. He approached a panel on the wall, and placed his hand on a little raised box next to it. His hand print was scanned, his face was scanned, and he typed a code into a little keyboard that appeared. The panel opened, allowing him entrance. It closed behind him, after he took Jaina inside.
"Shoot!" Ryland cursed. "What are we going to do?"

Cale couldn't help but smirk, despite the inescapable situation he was in. Earlier, he had been brought before Bleylock, who had wasted no time of accusing him of betrayal. Not even waiting to see if Cale was going to bother to deny it or defend himself, Bleylock had ordered Cale's immediate execution. So here Cale was, chained to a menacing contraption – a series of metal poles – crucifixion-style, in what could best be described as a giant empty fist tank …except, a small circular hole in the corner of the glass roof had been opened. It connected to a large pipe that presumably transported water from some source into this tank, as the tank had now started filling up with water. Cale smirked again. It seemed like the best thing that he could do. It would only be a matter of minutes, no doubt, before the water reached him. Then would be long couple of minutes of…slowly drowning to death.

Sinedd, after quickly surveying his surroundings, dumped Jaina on the ground. No guards were present; and although there were cameras that monitored and recorded all activity, Sinedd knew their blind spots. It turned out that those five long and boring years as head of security had finally paid off.
"So what do we do now?" Jaina asked, scrambling to her feet.
"Find my son, and save him," replied Sinedd, slipping behind a corner, and quickly pulling Jaina with him. He took a gun from the holster on his belt and handed it to Jaina, who grabbed it; quickly supressing a squeal of fright. She held it cautiously between thumb and finger. Lowering his own gun as he peered down a corridor, Sinedd resisted the urge to sigh. Hopefully she wouldn't get herself – or him – killed before they were able to rescue Cale.

The water had filled fast. Cale struggled for air, stretching towards the surface, desperate to get one last breath. The chains kept him down. As he struggled, his lips parted. Cale didn't even have time to mentally curse himself as water gushed into his mouth. He quickly snapped his mouth shut, but he was too late. Cale forced himself to swallow, knowing that it was pointless. He clamped his mouth shut, and he wasn't surprised that it didn't help. He had no air. He twisted to the side, pulling with all his might. Hoping and praying that his binds would magically snap. Within seconds his arms had weakened and his body ached. Again his lips parted, despite his attempts to fight back. Water instantly filled the empty space. Cale desperately exhaled over and over again. Feeling faint and lightheaded, he gave a final tug. As he did so, he inhaled sharply as a muscle pulled in his arm. Blinded by his desperation for oxygen, he breathed in again. Cale struggled to keep his eyes open as his vision began to darken. He ceased pulling, and allowed his body to go limp as his sight blackened and a feeling of suffocation overtook him. Just as Cale began to fade away, at the back of his mind, he acknowledged a pair of arms encircling his waist.