The World Championships
Chapter 15 Seven And A Half Hours In The Air
The next morning, all twelve competing teams filled twelve seven seater taxis, all of which were heading to Madrid airport to go to the next country for the World Championships: Dubai, United Arab Emirates. It was a long drive to Madrid airport, but that was nothing compared to the plane journeys that would be taking the bladers to Dubai.
Madrid airport was bigger than both the Japanese and Australian airports put together. Huge planes roared overhead as the taxis pulled up into the car park.
In the car park, all twelve teams exited their respective taxis, before walking into the spacious airport departure lounge.
"Guys, we're on Emirates flight 234 and it's gate 19"
"Ok, Chief ,let's get inside"
"No rush, Tyson, our flight isn't until quarter to eleven"
"Phew, at least we can relax"
After taking their toilet breaks, the G-Revolutions filled the departure lounge for Emirates Flight 234 to Dubai, as they moved they noticed the other teams moving, filling the other departure lounges to Dubai. As everybody moved, Tyson could hear Mr. Coupe discussing plans for Risk Factor's match against Le Croix.
As Tyson heard, he began to feel concerned, quick as lightning he reported back to the G-Revolutions.
"Guys, I've got some bad news"
"What's wrong, Tyson?"
"Risk Factor are using illegal beyblades, I overheard Mr. Coupe"
"That's bad, Mr. Coupe seems dangerous"
"We need to be careful"
"Too right, it's as I feared"
"That it is"
"We need to be on our toes, especially since Mr. Coupe must be dangerous"
"You're right, we will but hopefully we can beat him"
"All passengers for Emirates Flight 234 to Dubai, it is now time to board"
"We'll worry about Mr. Coupe later, right now we have to board the plane"
The G-Revolutions stood up, walking slowly down the long queue towards a large, white Boeing 777-X with Emirates written in large gold letters on its fuselage, the same words were written in Arabic on the two engines and red, green and black stripes on the tail.
Slowly but surely, the G-Revolutions filled the plane, along with all the other passengers, before they all sat down at the back. The plane slowly began to taxi down the runway, along with the eleven other planes that were heading to Dubai.
"Good morning, everybody, and welcome to Emirates Flight 234 from Madrid to Dubai. We are first in line for take-off and we shall be in the air shortly. We ask that you please fasten your seatbelts at this time and secure all baggage underneath your seat or in the overhead compartments. We also ask that your seats and table trays are in the upright position for take-off. Please turn off all personal electronic devices, including laptops and cell phones. Smoking is prohibited for the duration of the flight. Thank you for choosing Emirates. Enjoy your flight".
The aeroplane rumbled down the runway and up into the beautiful blue sky, as it did so, Madrid was starting to look like a toy town. It was growing smaller and smaller as the aeroplane roared upwards, saying farewell to Madrid and preparing to greet Dubai.
"This is your captain speaking, we shall be flying for seven hours and thirty-four minutes before we reach Dubai, I wish you all a pleasant flight and snacks will be coming round in twenty minutes"
"A seven hour flight, why do we have to be in the air this long?, I feel sick"
"Stop whining, Daichi, at least we're going to Dubai, so you might as well enjoy the flight, and you're sat on the end so getting to the toilet is easy for you"
"Yeah but, I get air sick, Tyson"
"I get that but we're in the air now"
"Fine then"
Daichi sulked as he sat back, he was irate that he had to travel in the air for seven and a half hours, sitting down as well. However, he just had to grin and bear for he couldn't complain.