Title: It's Showtime!

Summary: In which the team try their hand at another stealth mission with varying success.

From his vantage point, the city looked like nothing more than a sea of glittering lights, twinkling up to reflect the stars. A sudden gust of the frigid evening air made him misjudge his step but he compensated for the loss of equilibrium by tucking himself into a roll and used the momentum to somersault onto the next ledge and break into a run. Heaving a mental sigh, the boy lamented the fact that his heavily armed pursuers were making it rather difficult to enjoy the view.

"Get back here!" One of them roared, brandishing a pistol. "No one steals from the Familga!"

"Well, what do you call this?" He taunted back, unable to resist the urge wave around his prize. Then he winced as static erupted in his ear.

"Is everything alright, Yuma-kun?" Yugi's much-welcomed voice inquired from his ridiculously outdated communicator.

"I've got the boss guy and five..." The boy paused to duck a couple of bullets. "Scratch that, make it six of his other guys on my tail," he announced rather gleefully. He did not seem to be overly bothered about being caught red-handed. "But besides that, why the heck are we still using radio?! I've seen Yusei rig up better tech than this with just a toaster!"

"Yusei's still on that month-long mission with Kaiba," Atem's deep voice reminded him with a slight hint of displeasure, most likely because that left him stuck in the van helping Yugi monitor the mission instead of being outside getting shot at. "We'll have to make do." Here he pitched his voice loud enough to carry. "Because a certain somebody blew up the equipment. And then dropped the reserve equipment in a lake."

"I said I was sorry! How was I supposed to know the thing had an eject button?" came a tinier sounding and slightly more petulant reply from across another line. "I never did get my flying license..."

"Stop picking on Judai-kun and let him focus on his job," Yugi scolded. "...Which just so happens to include blowing stuff up most of the time."

"Not helping, Yugi-san!"

"Yuma, you're in position now. Try not to 'spaz out' like you normally do," Astral interjected in such a deadpan way that no one could tell if he was joking.

"Shut up, Astral," Yuma replied absently. He came to an abrupt stop at the edge of the roof and spun around to face his pursuers who were momentarily stunned into inaction. Yuma flashed them a wide, shit-eating grin as he kicked off his heels and toppled backwards off the fifty-storied building. The thugs stared at the vacated space in slack jawed confusion which quickly turned to alarm when the boy reemerged from the darkness, perched triumphantly on the nose of the miniature helicopter.

Next to him stood another boy whose eyes sparkled devilishly from behind a curtain of red and green bangs. Clutched in his hand was what looked suspiciously like a detonator. "May I do the honors, Yuma-senpai?" The redhead yelled over the whirring of the propellers.

"Go for it, newbie!" Yuma shouted back. The two boys grinned at each other like the twin terrors that they were slowly getting to be.

Yuya twirled the remote merrily as he slid his goggles over his eyes. "It's showtime!"

...

Yugi let out a breath of air and leaned back against his seat, stretching out his stiff joints. "I guess that could have gone worse," he remarked as he watched the entire building go up in flames from behind the relative safety of his monitor. "I thought the plan was just to escape with a smokescreen, Judai-kun."

"...uh...you'rebreakingupgottagobye."

Atem groaned and massaged his temples. "Why do we still bother with subterfuge?"