Hey, Latios963 here! So, here's chapter two. Hope you guys like it!
*Disclaimer: I do not own beyblade and sadly never will.
It was 11pm when they reached Manchester. But they took an hour and five minutes finding a hotel to stay in. And then, there was a problem of how to wake Bryan and Tala – who had been drugged by Kai because he was too noisy – up.
"Maybe we should just leave them here and get some sleep. Their out like a light," Kai growled, frustrated.
"We can't just leave them in the car," Spencer protested. "They'll suffocate to death."
"Then let them suffocate," Kai said. When he had been awoken by Tala forty-five minutes into the ride, he couldn't get back to sleep. So it was understandable that he was feeling none to merciful.
"No," Spencer said firmly. "Let's have one more go."
"We've been 'having one more go' for the past fifty-five minutes and counting," Kai reminded. Then, a look of realisation lit up in his crimson eyes. He smacked his forehead on the roof of the car. "I can't believe I didn't think of this sooner! Wait right here!"
He opened the car boot. Spencer peeked into it and his jaw dropped. Inside was laden was guns, ammo, daggers, needles, explosives and a lot of little bottles containing who-knows-what kinds of deadly poison.
Kai picked up one of the bottles and two needles. He dipped the needle into the bottle and waited for three seconds before removing it. He did the same to the other needle. Placing the bottle back in its original position, he was about to poke the needle into Tala's arm before Spencer stopped him.
Kai rolled his eyes, as if he knew what Spencer was thinking, which, of course, he did. "Don't worry, these little things aren't harmful. They're called Kylonkeptics. They'll just wake these two sleeping pigs wake up."
He then jabbed the needle into Tala's arm and did the same to Bryan. They immediately awoke with a start.
Spencer turned to Kai. "And only now you realise this? It could've saved us a whole lot of trouble and time!"
Bryan, dazed, asked them, "Hey guys? Where are we?"
Spencer sighed. "A hotel in Manchester. Now, get out so we can get to the room and sleep."
Tala sat straight up. "I'm not tired!"
"Yeah, so aren't I!" Bryan agreed.
"Good," Kai said. "Then you both are on bug-checking duty."
The two said teens groaned out loud. When I say 'bug-checking', I don't mean your normal creepy crawlies. I mean tiny spy cameras or listening devices. Bug-checking was really difficult. I mean, can you imagine scouring the entire room to look for cameras the size of ants?
"But why?" Tala whined as they made their way to the room. "I'm the team captain."
"We were the ones who didn't leave you to die of lack of oxygen in the car, though Kai badly wanted to. And besides, you're not tired," Spencer pointed out as he unlocked the room door.
Kai staggered into the room and immediately sprawled on top of one of the beds. Spencer lay on the other one and the oldest and youngest member of the Blitzkrieg Boys slept on, unperturbed by the loud groans and swearing from the other two as they were submitted to their torture.
It was five in the morning when Kai's internal clock screamed at him to wake up. He groaned. Somehow, he really should find a way to adjust his internal clock. It had been messed up because of all the early he had to wake up in the mornings when he was on the Bladebreakers so that he could wake them all up for training. Using buckets of ice cold water or his infamous Kylonkeptics, of course. Although, no one, expect Spencer now, knew of this trick.
He sat up to see Tala and Bryan collapsed on the floor. Spencer was still snoring loudly on the other bed. Kai went into the bathroom to take a shower. When he finished, the other occupants in the room were still asleep.
Kai sighed. Waking the Blitzkrieg Boys when they were in this state was like dragging Tyson away from an all-you-can-eat buffet table. In other words: impossible. Well, seemingly impossible to others. But Kai, having known the three Russians for most of his life, knew exactly how to do it.
He took a rolled up newspaper from his bag and a needle filled with Kylonkeptics. He took aim and whacked Tala and Bryan on the head with the newspaper. Both of them immediately woke up with a yelp. He then turned to Spencer, sighing. He really didn't want to waste another needle of his Kylonkeptics. He inserted the needle into Spencer's side, silently counting. 3…2…1! Spencer sat up so fast Kai barely had the time to retreat before he turned into a sandwich.
"What's going on?" Spencer asked blearily.
"Get up and changed. We have to check out the painting at the museum right now if we want a head start on the assignment," Kai told him.
So, it was with this statement that prodded the other three members of the group to take a shower and have their breakfast. This process took three hours because of the fight that ensued just because Tala and Bryan wanted to be the first to take the shower. It had only been stopped by Spencer who 'didn't want the room service people to find two dead bodies on the floor and call the police resulting in trouble for him and Kai'.
"I'm not driving this time," Spencer quickly said answering the look on Kai's face. Him, Bryan and Tala were standing outside the door of the driver's seat. Kai was already seated in the front.
Tala and Bryan turned to look at Kai pleadingly. Kai glared at them before giving in. "Fine. Tala, you're driving."
Tala gave a whoop of delight and Bryan smirked. Even though he himself wouldn't drive, at least it was someone who was a fun driver.
"But," Kai started. Tala frowned. "You have to be careful and don't damage the car. It's brand new and I don't want to see any scratches on it, you hear me? Because, if I do, so help you, I will rip your throat apart and use your dead body as a test subject for my acids…" And this was the beginning of a very long lecture – well, more like threat – that lasted forty-five minutes long. Kai's infamous death-glares were being thrown at unrelentingly at Tala as the phoenix spoke. Bryan sank into his seat. In his case, Kai's threats were falling on deaf ears. However, the read-haired captain hung onto every word, hoping not to miss something in case he did something wrong and got murdered by his 'best friend'.
Finally, they were off. If it was someone else, they might have been whining because of all the delays. But no complaints could be heard. The Blitzkrieg Boys were already used to it. It took twenty minutes to reach the museum which was surprisingly open that early in the morning. The boys had already agreed on a cover story they were going to tell in case anyone might ask them why four young seemingly uncaring teens were at an art museum and not an arcade.
They had already disguised themselves and would claim to be brothers from America on vacation in the UK and their parents, being art-lovers, had forced them to look at all the art museums there. For today, out in public, they would be the normal Nelson brothers.
The Russians had already dyed their hair black and put on forest-green contact lenses. These contact lenses weren't actually lenses, though. They were like high-tech cameras that could zoom in on anything, locate the easiest escape routes and look out for and store tiny bits of information.
Kai, Tala, Bryan and Spencer walked out and into the museum, subtly searching for the piece they needed to complete the job. Once they found it, Kai, Tala and Bryan turned to look at the three opposite walls, looking out for security cameras and such. Spencer studied the wall on which the painting was hung from.
Once they were done, they casually walked out of the room and did the same thing in the next so as not to raise alarm in case some detective from the police the museum was going to call after the piece was stolen thought that it was suspicious that they only did it to the room where the painting was hung.
It was lunchtime by the time the four spies – in this case, thieves – were done. They headed back to the hotel and ordered lunch from room service. Once the food arrived, the four was seated in a circle on the floor, pieces of blank paper in the middle.
Tala grinned wolfishly as Bryan said, "Come on now, we have a heist to plan."
And that's it for chapter two! Don't worry, I'll update soon.
I also want to specially thank Indigo Oblivion who was my first reviewer. Your review was so encouraging! However, I cannot take credit for the 'Hitler-hated-the Jews' line. That belongs to ForeverFalling86.
Latios963 out.