The World Championships
Chapter 16 A Late Night Arrival
It was two o clock in the morning when the planes touched down at Dubai International Airport. The sky was as black as ink, save for sparkling stars that lit it up like bright lights. One by one, the planes parked up at the exit tunnels and linked up to them.
"On behalf of United Arab Emirates, and the entire crew, I'd like to thank you for flying on this trip and we look forward to seeing you on board again. Have a pleasant stay and for those participating in the Beyblade world championships, I wish you all the best of luck"
The passengers streamed out of Emirates Flight 234, with their hand luggage in tow. The G-Revolutions dragged themselves out of the plane and down the hall towards baggage reclaim.
At baggage reclaim, all eleven other competing teams were waiting to collect their bags and go to the hotel.
"I don't know about you, chief, but I'm exhausted, I can't wait to get to the hotel and lie down in bed."
"I agree, Tyson, we've had a long flight and a good rest is in order."
The wait for the baggage was long and tiresome, but what was harder was that it was like fishing, in that they had to be sure that they picked up the right bags.
One by one, each blader picked up their baggage and began dragging it away.
"Well, at least we're heading for the taxi park and then to the hotel."
"Are you tired, Tyson?"
"You bet I am, Daichi."
"Who do you think we'll facing next?"
"Apparently, we're against the Canadian team."
"Frozen Fortitude, right?"
"Yes, they'll be tough competition."
"They lost to the Death Stars."
"True that."
With their baggage in hand, all the tired beybladers convened at the taxi park. They waited patiently for the taxis. It wasn't long before all twelve seven-seat taxis were ready and waiting.
"Finally, the taxis are here, let's hope there heading to the hotel and which one are we staying in?"
"They're heading for Jumeira beach hotel Amwaj suites, Tyson."
"Perfect, I'm exhausted"
Before anyone entered the taxis, the taxi drivers came out and helped put the baggage into the boot. Soon all the baggage was in the taxi boots and everyone was able to go in.
The G-Revolutions entered their seven-seater taxi, relaxing comfortably as it drove away. Tyson reclined and drifted off on the way, sleeping lightly and looking forwardto getting into bed. Though sleeping, he could see Taylor waving to him from another taxi, he sleepily waved back and focused on the match tomorrow.
The journey seemed long but thanks to the clear roads, it was over before anyone realised and everyone was at Jumeira Beach hotel. Swiftly, the twelve taxis filled the car park, and the exhausted Beybladers came out, hauling their cases to reception and then to their rooms.
"Who's competing tomorrow?"
"I don't know, Tyson but I feel the same way as you do about Mr. Coupe, I don't trust him."
"Good thing too, he might well be up to no good."
"Anyway, let's get some rest."
"I agree."
"We need to get a good rest."
"It's important to be at full strength."
"Whatever."
It wasn't long before everyone brushed their teeth and changed into pyjamas, before shaking the covers and pillows and reclining in their beds and going to sleep. Tyson was especially exhausted because of the long journeys, he also wanted to be at full strength for the battle against Frozen Fortitude.