Warning: This story my not be suitable for young readers. At some point in chapters there will be mature content that some parents may not find suitable for their children to read.

Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade. I only claim my OC's Ana and Issac and of course the plot

Chapter 28:

Bryan's throat had dried out while being stared down by Tala. There was so much to tell. He'd planned it out over a million times in his head, yet it still didn't prepare him for this. In his mind Bryan didn't calculate the rage and anger that his best friend would emit towards any of them. His sliver colored eyes looked at Ian who was on the verge of shaking. He saw the midget-man's hand tremble slightly for a split second.

"Take him." Bryan ordered Ian.

The smaller man was more than happy to oblige. He all but sprinted to the lilac-haired Russian before rushing up the stairs. Once the two of them were gone Bryan stood up tall to face his friend. It was only a matter of time before he'd have had to face the wrath.

"There's no other way to say this." he began as he licked his dry lips.

"I thought you only dealt with the distribution of illegal weapons." Tala snapped.

Bryan narrowed his eyes.

"Things changed after you got out. We were reassigned."

It was Tala's turn to narrow his eyes. He didn't appear to be calming down anytime soon either.

"We…I received a phone call about a month after you left. The higher ups wanted us to go in for a briefing and to tell us there was a new misson."

As he spoke Bryan went to a china cabinet that sat in a corner of the living room. He unlocked the front drawer of it and pulled out a thick folder filled with information.

"One of the things we made a pact about was to fight for those who couldn't do it for themselves. We agreed to take people like Boris off the street and lock them away forever."

The entire time he'd been speaking Bryan had approached Tala with the extremely large file in hand. He extended it to the red-head allowing him to look through the paperwork. He watched his friends expression soften to confusion. Quietly he watched Tala skim through almost everything before the red-head looked up.

"It was no coincidence that we crossed paths with her. We were informed and ordered to figure out a way to keep a close eye on her without making things obvious."

"This is a safe house." Spencer finally spoke. "We've been undercover for almost two years."

"People have been following Issac's dad waiting for an opportunity to have the evidence needed that was strong enough that a judge would issue a warrant. Sadly few have lived long enough to report substantial enough findings for us to be able to move in."

"You had to wait until he had taken her?!" Tala snarled immediately understanding where this conversation was going.

Bryan put his hands up in a defensive manner. He was casually trying to calm his friend down before things got really nasty. The last time he and Tala had gotten into a fist fight both of them had been hospitalized.

"No. There's been movement..a lot of it recently in a couple of buildings he owns. He's usually meticulous about things, but now he's getting sloppy as if someone has riled him up." Bryan explained.

Tala slammed the file down on the coffee table. His face was turning red with anger. The lilac-haired Russian felt an urge to slam his head against the nearest wall.

"You did this." Tala said through gritted teeth.

"No." Bryan replied sternly back as his patience began to fly out the window.

"I thought we were friends!" Tala shouted.

"You compromised the mission!" Bryan yelled back. "You quit. You gave up and disappeared on us!"

"Bryan." Spencer called out trying to calm the situation.

"She was under our protection so that he wouldn't find her. Then you had to come crawling back and have everyone feel sorry for you. You never listened to us in the first place when we told you Julia was a worthless bitch who couldn't be trusted!"

"Bryan." Spencer called again.

"You weren't supposed to be here!" Bryan was starting to choke up no matter how much he fought it. "We had a plan! No one was supposed to get close to her anymore than what was necessary and you ruined it! We were find until you came along!"

"IT'S NO ONES FAULT!" Spencer suddenly roared at the top of his lungs.

Both young men jumped. It had been awhile since they'd heard the broad shouldered blonde get so loud.

"Things happened that wasn't planned, but that's no reason to turn against one another. Duke it out later, there are more important things to attend to right now."

Spencer had a point. The two younger Russian men could kill each other later. They had some business to take care of. Their director was going to be pissed when he learned how involved everyone had gotten with the assignment they'd come to know and care for as Ana. She was a reason to smile. A reason to enjoy everything about the world. More importantly she had made them all feel like a normal human again.

"We have to go." Bryan informed Tala with his eyes never wavering.

"I'm staying with Issac." The red head told his friend with confidence.

Bryan nodded in response. He was thankful that Tala was voluntarily staying behind. The man that had put him in a coma when they were in their late teens was working for Brooklyn. When they'd found out about it none of them wanted Tala to get killed on the second meeting with Garland. The other three young men left in a hurry after collecting all of their ballistic gear for when they stormed not only the premises of Brooklyn's house, but also the warehouse they'd recently learned of in the past couple of months. Bryan thanked the lucky stars above that the red-head had no idea Brooklyn was into selling women for a profit. He didn't get concerned until they were on road and he realized the possibility of what could happen. The lilac-haired Russian cursed repeatedly at himself.

Spencer and Ian tore through the mansion Brooklyn lived in with other agents. There was no way to go back to prevent the inevitable of what was to come, and as he traveled through the warehouse that the women were housed in, Bryan prayed that Tala would rip the other man's fucking head off. The state of all the women in the building was sickening to him. All of them looked on the verge of death and malnourished. He shined his flashlight around the big room through the darkness. The cages all of the women were locked up in angered him more than he'd ever felt before. He figured it was most likely the same exact way that his friend had felt earlier. It was the last cage on the left that tore him to pieces and just about put him over the edge.

Tala waited until the others left. He went up to Issac and Ana's room where the little boy was finally sleeping. Quietly he packed the child's things into a bag swiftly. Amongst the clutter on her dresser his blue eyes caught sight of the T-shirt she'd stolen from him weeks ago. He walked up to the dresser where it lay and picked it up. His scent was no longer on the shirt and it was replaced with the Japanese cherry blossom spray she loved so much and her own smell he had a slight addiction to. Tala held it to him inhaling deeply. The thought of never seeing her again terrified him to no end.

He packed the shirt in Issac's bag before going over to carefully pick up the sleeping toddler. Very lightly he kissed the little boy on the cheek before resting his small head on his shoulder. Hugging Issac close in one arm and the diaper bag in the other he took one last glance around the room before leaving. The red-head walked across the lawn and knocked loudly on the neighbors door.

"I'm sorry." he apologized as the blonde woman opened the door while rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "There's been a family emergency and all of us have to go out of town for a couple of days."

The woman's brown eyes widened as she comprehended what had been said. She nodded while accepting the child into her arms. He sat the bag down as her feet in the house before bowing in a manner that showed how serious the situation was. His bangs and the shadows of the night hid his eyes from her line of sight so that the woman couldn't see the fear and sorrow in his eyes.

"Please." he begged "Do not leave this house or let him go outside. And if anyone comes here asking for him that isn't Ana or myself DO NOT hand him over and immediately call the police."

With her mouth wide open the woman nodded in compliance. Her door was closed and locked up tight before he was even off the porch. Tala glanced over his shoulder one last time before hurrying back to the house. He went through their home making sure every window and door was locked. Once he was confident that the house was secure he placed one of the kitchen chairs in the middle of the living room. He sat down in it with a bottle of water at his feet. There he sat in the darkness for almost three days. A part of him was about to lost hope since nothing happened. Finally in the middle of the afternoon on the third day a shadow appeared at the front door. He glared his ice blue eyes hoping it was the bastard he'd been waiting for. The individual picked the front door lock and pushed the door open. Afternoon sunlight spilled into the doorway. Tala couldn't see the person at first, but he knew who it was.

"I've come for what's mine." The intruder with aquamarine eyes spoke in a demanding tone.