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Bursting his bubble was out of the question. As Kai Hiwatari nearly floated - yes, my dear readers, floated - back to the cell he had learned to call a home. The two people he called Mom and Dad, yeah, that was back too, they stared at him blankly, wondering why he looked so happy.

Rex stood behind him.

"What, did you put him on a strong dosage of pain killers?" Matthew asked skeptically. In all reality, Kai Hiwatari was acting as such. The only word to describe his behavior was this: bizzarre. And it was to be used with a few 'very's in front of it.

The black man shook his head.

"I'll let you explain, Kai," He said in his deep voice, before turning around and locking the door behind him. Kai stepped into his cell - of his own accord, mind you, and locked it. That smelled of being possessed, on drugs, the whole painkiller thing... The Carsons were surprised. What the heck was going on here?!

"Are you out of your mind? You could've escaped," Rose nearly yelled at him.

"And miss out on the fun?" Kai asked, a bright amythst glow returning to his grey-tinted orbs. "There's a party planned, since that Morrison guy left a few clues for my team to find..."

"Gregory Morrison?"

"He's running your company," Kai said, as if it were no big deal.

Rose growled as if she were Kai facing Boris Balkov. "I'll strangle him," she said.

"How come you didn't recognize him?" Kai asked. "He came in here almost every day. He's the green-haired freak."

"We've never met him," Matthew said simply. "Did that Rex guy tell you this?"

"Hn."

"Is that why you're so happy?"

Kai shrugged.

"C'mon, son, we need an answer," Rose prodded. She began to feel uplifted by his sudden good mood. "What's got you so happy?"

Silence reigned over them for a moment, in which Kai proceeded to pull out the beyblade AJ had made for him. "I want your permission," He began gently. "If what Rex says is true, then I need your permission."

"Permission for what?" The Carsons looked at her confusion.

"I need your permission, and your blessing," He said quietly, "to marry your daughter."

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There was a loud dinging sound, followed by the turning of a door handle. AJ peered around the corner, only to see Tyson, Max, and Ray. In the American's hand was a small box.

"Hey, AJ, why was this outside the gates?"

The youngest of the Carsons leapt at Max, grabbed the box and ripped off the lid. "Cassandra Davis," she read, and gazed at the picture. It was not of herself, but rather of a girl who looked a great deal like her. Close enough, that she could lie and say she had dyed her hair - which she had, if you counted the highlights, and that the lighting made her eyes look a tad greener.

"What's that?" Tyson asked, rephrasing Max's question.

"A driver's liscense and passport," she said quietly. "I- I asked for this stuff about two hours ago... That guy really is a fed; musta traced the phone call. Holy shit!"

"What's going on?!" Tyson boomed. "No one outside of us was supposed to know!" He seemed to freak out in his typical manor, needing Max to hit him over the head with a shoe before he calmed down enough to think rationally. The American teen threw the set of keys he had used to drive the trio there - parking around the corner, mind you, thus breaking Tyson's possessed attitude.

She looked up from the box. "That black guy, the one that kicked Kai upside the head," She said quietly. "That guy is a Federal Agent for some country or another. Either way, he got me a passport to London. His name is Rex Banner, and if you don't believe me, you can check out the mainframe. He's listed as a fed on Voltaire's list of people to beware of."

"Crazy," Ray said. While it was pretty coincidental, things like these happened to the good guys. Thus, many of them were chalked up to thanking their bit beasts and the powers that be. Still, his mind cautioned him, as per usual. "Are you sure you can trust him?"

She nodded. "He's telling Kai I'm alive. And besides, he's going to call later, so you can listen to the conversation yourself. Hell, I'll let you trace the number, if you want to."

Without words, she placed the two items on the counter, before reaching for the cupboard for tea bags. She plucked up two of them, one for Ray as well as one for herself, since they were the only tea-drinkers.

"When do you plan to fly in?"

"Around whenever you can get tickets... I, well, I can go in at any time, I'm sure that one person on a plane - I can't hardly go with you guys - won't be too tough. A seat should be easy to come by."

"Especially when you aren't using your own credit card."

"Hey, I resent that, especially since I'm supposed to be dead, and you ain't supposed to speak ill of the dead."

Tyson huffed. "Well you aren't dead, so I don't have a problem, to be honest with you."

"You might," She said swiftly. "I can still beyblade-"

A bright red light illuminated the room, starting at AJ's neck.

"Holy crap, what was that?" Ray asked.

AJ reached for her necklace, trying to ease the light. "Dranzer," she whispered, almost like she was saying a prayer. "What is it?"

She felt the sensation of leaving her body, as she did once and awhile when Viatsu especially required her attention.

Do not forget the letter, young mistress, The phoenix cooed softly. You promised Master Alexander...

"Suzaku," she whispered feebly, before opening her eyes again. Ray had her around the shoulders, her head upon his chest.

"Hey, you alright?" Ray asked defensively. Man, if anything were to happen to her now that Kai knew she was alive, they'd all be dead. "You kinda blacked out for a second there," he finished.

Max nodded. "Yeah. What's a 'Suzaku?'" He wondered aloud.

Should I tell them?

She felt a warm sensation throughout her body. It was comforting, but not overly warm. Viatsu edged at the corner of her mind, providing its insight in a cool wave. Play it safe, she gathered from the two responses.

"No idea," she said, and it was the truth. "Dranzer wants me to find out though, I can feel it."

"Yeah," Ray said gently, "Well even if we have this Rex guy on our side, we're still gonna need a lot of help."

"Speaking of help, where's Hilary?"

"She's with Dai," The trio said, exasperatedly. "They're planning on meeting us later for food. We'd invite you, but-"

"It's totally cool. Actually, that Banner guy's supposed to call me, although I have no idea when. I suppose I should be ready for his call though, since I do owe the guy for his help with the passport and stuff."

Ray thought. "So, do you plan on booking a flight soon? I know the Chief's raving about a flight to London with plenty of seats available in the next few days."

She shrugged. "I'll leave in the next few days, I'll leave a note on the table with the date and flight, so if you come and I'm not there, you'll know."

The trio nodded, allowed Ray to finish his tea while relaying the latest news of the BBA, and set out to meet Hilary, Daichi, and Kenny, who had also been out running errands related to their plan.

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The two Carsons barely managed to keep their jaws hinged. "Kai, honey," Rose began softly, "You know what happened to Audrey. She's dead now."

Kai sighed. "Rex," the teen said quickly, trying to rush through the conversation without being shot down, "Rex talked to her. He's helping her out, according to what he told me."

"And why should we believe him?" Matthew asked, his defense up. "He was the one that gave you that concussion," The father added.

"He said that he called her cell phone. Apparently she answered, so she must be alive. He said that she set the entire thing up."

"Really, did he tell you anything else?" Matthew asked.

"He said that Morrison has a team looking for Viatsu - since he's running your company, remember?"

Rose looked ready to strangle the air before her as if she were wringing the emerald-haired man's neck. "Has he said much to you about your team mates?"

"They're doomed if they go to Miami, but I guess that they quit the BBA, said they were going to Miami and are making plans to actually come to London. He said he was getting Aud a passport."

"So she's really alive," Matthew said softly. "My baby girl's alive."

Rose allowed tears of happiness to take over her. "I don't want to get my hopes up," She said through tears, "But it feels like its the truth."

"She's got to be alive," Kai murmurred.

Matthew Carson paced around, before looking back at Kai. "Hmm," He said, with a smirk upon his face. Kai gave him a bewildered look as the older man raised an eyebrow. "We said we'd call you son, did we not?"

Kai nodded.

Rose stood up as well. "And you seem to love our daughter..."

"Well?" Her husband said, looking to Kai. Time for last words, he tought. Why hadn't he brought this up right before they were rescued? His mind seemed to laugh at his words, words that he was never talented with.

Kai looked at them confusedly, before realizing what he had said about twenty minutes ago. "Before I ask for her hand in marriage, I ask for your consent," he said simply. His mind seemed shocked at his mouth's capabilities. That was some fancy wording for a stoic Russian champion.

"What would your parents say?" Rose asked.

The Russian champion stared in shock as they inquired about what his parents - should the have been alive or interested - would have given him before the fact. "My mother would have died after seeing AJ. She would have insisted I marry her on the spot just for being as beautiful as she is. My father," he trailed off for a moment, thinking about the man, "Would tell me that if I was willing to give up everything just for her, then I would have his blessing."

"Are you willing to give up everything for our daughter?"

Kai nodded.

"As we knew from the first day you came into our lives." The woman smiled, and Kai immediately felt relief wash over his features. He had a feeling, the second he found out she was alive that they would want to change their mind about how they gave him their blessing. They were still over-protective parents.

Matthew's smirk faded into a smile. He looked at his wife, whose eyes nearly overflowed with tears. "Well, Rose?"

"If we make it out of this," the woman said, a hint of seriousness as well as sarcasm and humor coming across in her tone, "You damn well better marry my daughter."

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She walked to the furthest garage away from the house. Despite the gothic look of the house, this garage looked more like an ancient barn that was falling apart.

"Okay, Rex, I'm at the garage. What did he say to do?"

"Something about a Lambo," the man said retorted.

A mischievious smile passed through her dark stained lips. "Oh. See, I knew he had one, I just didn't know where in the world he hid it. How much will it take to get it to London?"

"He offered to pay."

"Well it isn't like this excursion isn't on him anyways. What else?"

"Dranzer."

Almost immediately, she felt a warm sensation spread out to her fingertips. Dranzer's approval had been given. She could speak to Rex about the phoenix; since the flaming bird believed him to be the real deal as well. "Dranzer will be given to Kai when I see him. I have her for now."

"My final topic before we finish this conversation: Viatsu. What is going on with your bit beast? Anything strange?"

She seemed a bit concerned. No one knew anything had been going on lately with Viatsu. The loyal beast immediately calmed her, the greenish-blue flames cooling her mind. "Just working on upgrading out style," she said simply. Viatsu liked this answer.

Rex sighed. "Gregory Morrison wants Viatsu not only to match his hair color. Your bit beast is on the brink of an evolution." AJ gasped, but her bit beast made no effort to calm her this time. It was the truth, and AJ would have to brace herself. "Morrison saw your talent last year at the World Championships, and I believe he wants to enhance your bit beast after it evolves. He's got hordes of people looking for it, and he's got hordes of people already using those enhanced bit beasts. Stanley Dickenson endorsed the bit beast therapy project-"

"That'll have to change," she said simply. "Viatsu and I will not be separated. That's final and I'll make sure that everyone knows it."

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The London airport's terminal was not particularly crowded. As she stepped off the plane, however, she was grateful for the lack of public attention, as well as for the non-existant paparazzi. The airport was pristinely clean, looking as though the floors were clean enough to eat from.

With a laugh, AJ realized that Tyson had probably eaten four and five course meals off of worse surfaces. She meanered patiently over to the luggage rack, plucking up a suitcase with wheels and a handle. Afterward, she pulled out her cell phone, scanning through the digital phone book to call a certain number.

"This is Abby," A young woman said in a British accent. "Are you Cassi?"

AJ sighed, grateful that she had not said her true name. "Yes," She said, trying to use her best American English. Between learning bits and phrases of Japanese, the Russian she had acquired from Kai, and all the slang she used in the States, she prayed that she didn't make a fool of herself.

"Well, Cassi, if you're the one with the navy blue bag and that really cute Coach purse, I'm looking directly at you."

"That would be me," AJ said, feeling instantly welcomed by the girl's tone, not to mention taste. She'd have to send the girl a Coach bag the next time she went to one of the United States Coach Outlets.

A second later, a jean-clad young woman, with dark, almost black hair and very tanned skin - not as dark as Rex's though, found her, and extended a hand. "Abby Banner. My Dad said you'd be expecting me. I guess he doesn't like the airport - still.

AJ laughed. "It's nice to meet you," she said, and they shook hands. "I've never been to London before."

That was a true statement, the American teen thought. It surprised her too, since her parents did spend a great deal of time here, and she'd never truly been to the city where their empire really began.

"I'll show you around in the morning," Abby said, receiving a confused look from the elder girl. "Oh, don't worry. The blokes at my school won't even know I'm missing, and my father said I could skip school if I came to get you."

"Cool Dad," she said simply.

"Your parents strict?"

AJ felt a slight nerve being struck, but quickly covered it up. "They've been really busy with... business."

"Ahh. My dad said you were pretty busy yourself. I have no idea how he knows you, either."

"He's helping me out. He knows my parents."

That was the answer Rex had told her to give, since he had stated that lying about his job to his daughter really sucked.

"You know, you look a great deal like AJ Carson." Abby smiled. "I can't believe she killed herself. It's a shame. I wanted to be like her someday."

The spark of competition roared up in the American's heart. "Hey, you beyblade?"

"Not too well, but I'm not too bad."

Audrey nodded, a smile blossoming across her face. "If you show me around the city, I'll help you train. Deal?"

"You think you're pretty good?" Abby asked. There was a bit of a competitive spark about the younger teen as they left the Airport. "Before we make any deals like that, you'll have to see if you can even beat me."

Inside her mind, AJ laughed. This girl would be a lot of fun, but c'mon. What the hell did she - a sixteen year old Brit - have on her All-American World Champion beyblading ass?

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The voice that picked up the phone was hazy, clouded with the grogginess of sleep. Sleep he was now losing thanks to whoever had called him.

"Excuse me for calling so late, Sir," The caller apologized, "But I wanted let you know that I've got Miss Carson at my home."

The man yawned at his caller. "I can't believe you stumbled upon this one, Banner," He said, more awake at the name of the 'late' Champion. "Headquarters will be pleased."

"Morrison still believes that the G-Revolutions will be heading to Miami, and he has just sent his second-in-command back to London to control the status of the three prisoners."

"Great. Hold your ground so long as they don't try to kill anyone."

"Sir, if I may say so, why are we holding our ground? They're abusing a nineteen-year-old, and quite frankly, it's sickening."

"My orders come from my superior, Agent Banner. Unfortunately, they wish to see what other meddling Morrison has planned. You can contact him when it isn't after midnight in the States."

"Yes sir," Rex confirmed, only to be met with a dial tone. With that, CIA Director Agent Stephens hung up the phone and returned to the warmth of his bed. To be quite honest, he thought as he drifted off to sleep, those teenage beybladers were probably better-suited for the job.

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Notes: This chapter was a tad - okay a page and a half - shorter than most of the others, but I had to cut it off here. The action will begin in the next chapter. I'm going to try my hand at breaking up the action too, so it isn't like a twenty-some page blob of action-tastic stuff followed by a resolution that's a paragraph long.

Okay, so I can't just write one paragraph, but you get the principle.

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