A/N: So this is my first attempt at a FanFiction, aaand.. hope you like it!
Basic plan of the story: One of those long, 30+ chapter decommissioning fics. That's the idea, anyway.
P.S. All other chapters will be way longer. About 10 pages. Enjoy!
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Kids Next Door Mission...
Operation: F.O.R.G.E.T.
Fragments
Of
Recovery
Gradually
Enable
Team reunion
Mission Description:
Agents in sectors across the world are turning against their own teams, seemingly betraying the Kids Next Door for no known reason. This is a big problem; a KND operative wouldn't go against their own without a cause, especially not on such a large scale. Only a team as great as Sector V could piece together, track down and take on this growing epidemic. Only those 5 operatives have the skill to find out just why things are deterierating at Kids Next Door Moonbase. The only problem? Sector V were decomissioned 3 years ago. But was that enough to break the best team in Kids Next Door history?
PROLOGE
No battle is worth fighing without something to fight for.
During my years in the kids Next Door, I was told this too many times. There are so many times when someone I love has placed a steady hand on my shoulder, looked me in the eye, and told me, with a catch in their throat, that war was empty without something to be avenged, or something to be protected.
Once for graduating the Cadets Next Door, to set me on the right path.
Once for becoming the leader of sector V, to help give me stregnth that I thought I didn't have.
Once when I broke from the anxiety and overload of Supreme Leadership, from the one I knew would always be there.
And once when I thought it was all at its end.
Those years were the best of my life. I felt so lucky to be alive whenever we had a victory, and any time I had a few spare minutes of my day, I would simply stop and take it all in.I'd smile happily and enjoy the moment. I knew that nothing would last forever, even the golden ages of our Sector V. Everyone has a 13th birthday, and everyone faces up to it in a different way. Some try to lock themselves away in the weak hope that the day won't find them. Others mask sadness with laughter and jokes, to convince themselves more than others that they're okay with the future, which no-one really is. But once the machine has done the dirty work, the pain is over; no more suffering. In many ways, an operative's decomissioning is worse for the operative's team than for themselves. Having to watch a loved friend and valued teammember walk out of the chamber not having a clue who you are or what they have acomplished over the too short span of childhood is torture, and fighting the urge to tell them is worse.
It was hard to believe that all of it could be taken away in a matter of minutes. It didn't seem possible. They were such full memories, vibrant and strong; They weren't just grey matter stored away in my head. They were too valuable. It just didn't ad up that all those missions, the victories and the effort to maintain the reputation me and my sector upheld so proudly, could be erased and never known again.
But then, I've seen so many
good soldiers, comrades and friends fall so far just as fast.
That was one other thing I was told in the KND, namely on that one forsaken day that any active operative will tell you is dreaded with fear and anxiety. Decomissioning day.
My thirteenth birthday.
'You won't ever truly forget this, Abigail,' he said, taking my hand and raising my chin to look him in the eye. My eyes were brimming with tears. 'Everything you have now,' He gestured to the arena full of kids wiping their eyes and looking on with that 'can't watch but have to' expression. 'Is locked away at the back of your mind, in a place that no machine can get to. The time capsule has been buried, Abby. The box is locked, now go find the key.'
By that time I was bawling, teardrops falling and staining my midnight-blue shirt. I said my final goodbyes to the team before being lead somberly over to the chamber by numbuh 86, who was also cracking, a catch in her thick Irish tone was clearly audible.
'Goodbye numbuh 5. You were one of the best agents the KND will ever see...Abby.'
The key...
The key to beating the technology used for decades without fail...
It seemed impossible...
But then, so was the fact that we had saved kidkind so many times I had lost count...
The key. That's what I needed...
The Key to my old life...
The key to reviving lifelong friendships lost...
The key to what wasn't an organisation, but my entire life.
The key to getting what I craved so desperately back.
The key to his heart, one identical to mine...
The key to...
My front door.
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A/N: So what did you think? Hope you liked it. If not, I'm just an idiot on a screen. Enjoy the rest of the chapters! I'm out!
Wally: That's it? The key? That's what you're leaving with?
Me: Wellll... maybe.. What do you care?
Wally: Well, I'm gonna be in this story, right?
Abby: But ya weren't in this chapter, fool!
Hoagie: She's got a point.
Wally: Pfft. Whatever.
Nigel: So, am I still in space in this fic?
Me: You'll have to find out.
Kuki: Aww! A secret? Tell me, tell me, tell me!
Me: My lips are sealed...
Wally: Ah, forget this crud! **Leaves**
-Numbuh 25