Hey, Latios963 here! Kind of nervous about how this will turn out. I hope you enjoy it!

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"I hate you," an enraged voice said. The statement was easily heard in the silence that overcame the heavily damaged house. "I really, really hate you."

The house, a mere vapour of what it had once been, stood on the top of the hill. Once, it had stood tall with such elegance and pride, now it was dilapidated and lonely. Three Russians stood before the mess of wood, glass and metal.

The violet-haired sixteen-year-old was glaring at his two companions. "I mean, really hate. Hitler-hated-the-Jews kind of hate."

Tiny drops of rain were drizzling down on them. The sky was dark and gloomy and there was soon to be a howling wind. A storm was brewing.

"I told you to have a plan," the teenager sneered. "But no, you just charged ahead without thinking."

The two others stood quietly by his side, accessing the situation but they always came to the same conclusion. They were as good as dead.

"I'm telling you," Bryan snarled, "When we make it out of here, you had better start running. That's if we make it out alive."

The door creaked before giving in and it fell to the ground. Wood splinters could be found everywhere. The distant howl of a wolf could be heard.

"And this is why you should have listened to me," Bryan spat.

"Okay look, I'm sorry," His friend and the reason they were in this predicament, Tala, snapped back. The last teen, Spencer, sighed, hoping that Kai would never find out about this, even though that was just wishful thinking.

Perhaps an explanation would be quite appropriate right now. In the beyblading world, they -Tala, Kai, Bryan and Spencer- were known as the cold-hearted Blitzkrieg Boys. However, when they weren't blading, they were fearsome spies and agents. It was summer and they were spending the holiday at Kai's mansion in London. A few days ago, Kai had left to attend to some business matters. Then, they had been attacked by some hired assassins. The reason why Bryan was so angry at Tala was because Tala, being a little too trigger-happy, had rushed ahead without any sort of plan in his head to try and fend off the attackers. Although the assassins failed in killing them, they had totally and utterly destroyed the mansion. Even if the assassins hadn't killed them, they would still be dead. Kai would make sure of that. Did they do it to kill us or to destroy Kai's house? Tala asked himself. Maybe they knew that Kai would kill us himself anyway.

"Perhaps we should try to run away? You know, get out of the country," Tala suggested lamely, hoping not to meet his end by someone he called his best friend. If books were right, normal best friends didn't murder each other. But then again, since when was the Blitzkrieg Boys normal? Psychotic maybe, but definitely not normal.

"No, you know Kai would be able to track us down easily," Spencer pointed out.

Bryan shook his head, growling, "All I can say is, Tala you're taking the blame."

You might wonder why three top spies were so afraid of one thirteen-year-old spy. If you looked at the numbers, you would think that Kai was the one who should be afraid of the three Russians. Firstly, they were older – Tala and Bryan were sixteen and Spencer was eighteen – and secondly, there were two more people. But then again, Kai was no ordinary thirteen-year-old Russian. He was also a ruthless assassin, top beyblader, heir to Hiwatari Enterprises which owned of most of the world's largest companies and had a powerful motive to kill them. Yep, he was definitely a force to be reckoned with.

"When was he coming back again?" Tala asked.

"A few hours from now," Spencer said gloomily.

"Maybe," Bryan started. "We could hack into his bank account and use it to buy another house that looks exactly like this one for him."

Tala gave him an incredulous look. "Are you born stupid or did you have to get a diploma for your idiocy? Wouldn't Kai notice like, one million dollars gone from his bank account?"

"The guy's so rich he probably wouldn't notice," Bryan argued.

"Well, have you thought about this? How are we going to replace every single thing in that house? A lot of them are probably a one-of-a-kind item. Another thing is, how are we going to do it in less than a few hours time? And how in the world are we going to find a guy who could build a house that looks exactly like this one?" Tala challenged.

Bryan didn't respond to that. Together, the trio sat on the wet, soggy ground. Each looked over the mess they had created in dismay, trying to think up successful ways to fix what they had done.

"Maybe…" Spencer started before someone whom they had been dreading to hear cut him short.

"WHAT DID YOU GUYS DO?" Kai was livid. His mouth was set in a firm line and his crimson eyes were narrowed. He crossed his arms in the usual Kai-Hiwatari pose, except this time it wasn't in a cool, aloof demeanour.

The three soon-to-be-dead spies jumped to their feet. "Well…well…well…" Bryan stuttered before pushing Spencer in front of him to act as his shield.

"It's his fault!" Spencer yelled, pushing the blame to Tala.

"It's not exactly my fault…" Tala said.

"No! It is! Don't deny it!" Bryan screeched at him.

"It isn't!" Tala insisted.

"Is to!"

"Is not!"

"Is to!"

"Shut up!" Kai bellowed. He glared fiercely at his three teammates. "Somebody just tell! And I don't care whose fault it is because you're all dead meat!"

"Well, you see, it was like this…" Spencer recounted the tale.

A few hours ago

Tala yawned as he lay down on the couch, flitting through the thousands of channels on the large television screen in one of the many entertainment rooms in the mansion.

Spencer entered the room, asking, "Where's Bryan?"

Tala shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Probably asleep somewhere. Let's go find him and give him a wake-up call."

With that, the team captain of the Blitzkrieg Boys dragged the blond giant around the house, looking for the aggressive blader. They found him in one of Kai's weapons room. He was drooling at the sight of all those maces, swords, daggers, crossbows, etc.

"Hey guys, look at this!" Bryan cried out to them. He was pointing to one particularly spiky mace. "I am sooo persuading him to give me this."

"Good for you," Tala told him.

"But obviously not for anyone else," Spencer muttered, remembering what happened the last Christmas when someone had given Bryan a nunchakus. Seriously, where would you get one? And besides, who would give one to Bryan, of all people?

Suddenly, there was the sound of a gunshot. Sensing the piece of deadly equipment that he loved to use heading straight at them, Tala tackled Bryan to the ground. The bullet missed Bryan's head by a few inches and lodged itself on the steel wall behind them. Spencer grabbed a sword from the rack and turned to face the window where the bullet was shot from. Tala snatched two guns from the table and let off a few shots out of the window. It seemed none of them had hit its intended target, whatever the target was.

Three shadowy figures jumped through the hole in the window and ran down the hall. Tala was about to sprint after them but Bryan held him back, hissing, "Wait! We need a real plan!"

Tala paid him no heed as he shoved his way out of the room and raced down the corridor. Gunshots and the waving sound of swords could be heard. Spencer sighed and ran to help his impulsive captain. Bryan hesitated before shaking his head, taking a gun and chasing after the two.

He quickly found them in the main living room, destroying the place to pieces. Bryan shot one of the assassins but the assassin dodged in time for the bullet to miss. Swords clashed as Spencer and another assassin fought. It carried on for a long while before the assassins just turned around and fled.

At first, the boys were triumphant yet suspicious at the same time. However, that was before they looked at their surroundings. Then, all thoughts were gone except one: We're dead.

After recounting his tale, Spencer shrank back from the ferocity of Kai's glare. "So," he said, his voice laced with venom. Tala flinched as he braced himself from a rather long and loud yelling from Kai. Fortunately for three-quarters of the Blitzkrieg Boys, Kai's cell-phone rang at that precise moment. Kai glared at them before answering it. Saved by the ring, Tala heaved a sigh of relief.

After a while, Kai hung up and announced, "That was Adam. We've got a new assignment."

Tala jumped up eagerly. Kai was back to his normal self, which was a good thing. "Alright then, let's go!"

Bryan pulled him back. "And where do you think you're going? For your information, we have no car, we have no gadgets and we don't even know what this assignment is about. How would we go about doing it?"

Tala flushed the colour of his hair. Kai smirked, enjoying his best friend's discomfort. "Well, I have a car right here and there're a few weapons inside. I'll explain on the way there."

"So," Tala began, "Where's the place and how long are we going to take to get there 'cause I'm driving."

"Manchester, it'll take about three hours and NO WAY," Kai said without skipping a beat. "Spencer will drive."

"But why do you get to drive?" Tala whined. "I'm the team captain."

"Yeah, well this is my car," Kai said, unmoved.

"How about me?" Bryan demanded. "I wouldn't mind driving."

The others turned to stare at him.

"What? I'm a wonderful driver," he protested.

"Yeah," Kai said, his words dripping with sarcasm. "Such a wonderful driver that managed to trash five cars in three months. I, however, do not want my car turn into a bunch of scrap metal."

Bryan glowered at him and everyone got into the car, Kai handing the map to Spencer while sitting in the front seat.

"So, what assignment does Adam has for us this time?" Spencer asked.

The Adam they were talking about happened to be Adam Whitley, son of a famous and successful businessman who also had ties with Kai's family. Adam was an intelligent seventeen-year-old who had a ferocious temper and who knew just about everyone in the world of espionage. He often would get calls and deals from people and would get someone suitable to do the job. For example, if some rich owner of a company wanted a spy to infiltrate his rival company's office and steal information about them, Adam would link them up to well-known agents. Of course, the money was split 75% to the agents if they were in a group and 50% to agents who worked alone.

"Some wacko rich guy wants us to steal this painting called the Comrades of Happiness for his secret art gallery. The painting is currently hung in the Manchester Museum of Art."

Bryan scrunched up his nose. "Comrades of Happiness? What sort of painting is that?"

"Don't know," Kai said. "That's why the guy's a wacko." He checked his watch and continued, "It'll be a long drive and you guys must be worn out from fighting the attackers and from worrying about what I'd do to you when I found out."

"You got that right," Tala said, sinking low into his seat.

"Yeah, so get some sleep. Except you Spencer, of course. Sorry, I know you're tired but I don't trust those two to take proper care of my car and its occupants." Kai said.

"Hey!" Tala protested. Bryan had already fallen asleep so it would be a more peaceful ride than normal.

"Yeah, yeah," Kai sighed, closing his eyes.

"Don't you fall asleep too!" Tala yelled at Kai.

Kai opened one eye and gave Tala an irritated look. He groped around and found a tissue paper box. "You know what?" He asked and tossed it. It hit Tala on the head. "Shut up, Ivanov."

Now, that's it for chapter one. Please review.

By the way, the Comrades of Happiness thing might not exist. I made it up. I also made up the Manchester Museum of Art because I was too lazy to check whether it was real or not. Sorry!

Some parts are from the story 'Darkened Night' by ForeverFalling86 and I hope you will read it. It is absolutely amazing!

Latios963