Disclaimer:
I don't own "Kids Next Door" and all its characters, just Dmitri, Mo, and Aki. KND belongs to Mr. Warburton and Mo Willems and those other guys.
Author's Notes:
To avoid confusion on which kid is talking (namely if Number 4 or Number 5 are) I'm writing their dialogue in how they would pronounce it/with the slang they use. Number Four's dialogue will look weird because it will be spelled phonetically with his Aussie accent. And as for Number 5, her words will be written in the slang she uses with her 'accent.'
Kids Next Door Operation:
CO.M.R.A.D.E.S.
Children and
Otherwise
Mature
Rebels
Attack
Diabolical
Enemy
Soldiers
The day started off normally as the five operatives of the Kids Next Door filed downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast, dressed for the day.
"Mrm…Morning, Numba Two," Nigel yawned as he saw his fellow teammate Hoagie.
"Morning…" the aviator of the team yawned back.
"Whut time is it..?" Number Four grumbled as went to the cupboards to get a bowl for himself, then sat down in his chair.
"Breakfast time!" Number Three cheered lazily as she did the same as the blonde boy.
"Ugh…It's just aftuh ten o'clock…" Number Five groaned as she met up with her friends. Once all the kids were situated with their bowls, they each took turns filling them with cereal and milk from an overhead distributing device. The usual chocolate-frosted sugar bombs of sweetness poured into all five kids' bowls, and it only took a few bites to wake up all the agents.
"Mm. Nothin' like good ol' Chocopuffs to staht ya day," Number Four said as he devoured his cereal like a ravenous goat.
"Yeah, it always gets me up too," Number Two agreed as he finished up his bowl.
"Oh yeah! Numba Five doesn't know what she'd DO without her cereal in thuh mornin'," Abigail commented as she slurped down the remaining chocolatey milk and then wiped her milk mustache away.
"Alright," Number One said as he too drank the last of his milk. "As soon as we're all done, we'll go over an analysis of our spy-cams over by the Delightful Children's house. Alright, everyone?" he looked over at his four friends for their consent.
"Sure thang," Number Four said as he walked over to the sink and placed his bowl in it. "I'm duhn anyway."
"Me too," Number Five said as she did the same.
"Me three!" Number Three cheered again as she skipped her way to the sink.
"Me Two," Number Two snickered as he followed the same path as his friends.
"Ok, let's head over to the Control Room and-" Number one began until a green alarm light went off throughout the tree-house.
BZZ BZZ! The alarm went off. The green light meant only one thing:
"It's Global Command! Kids Next Door, to the Control Room!" Number One commanded as he and the operatives all headed to the large room and encircled the big display screen. Instantly, a brown-haired girl wearing football shoulder pads and a metal calendar appeared.
"This is Numba 189 of Central Command from the Moon Base, calling Kids Next Door operatives 1-5. Come in," she said.
"This is Numba One reporting. What's the problem 189?"
"We've lost contact with our operatives in South Carolina. We've sent out a search team, but they haven't reported either. We need you and your team to investigate. Watch out though, there's some possible adult activity in the area."
"Roger. We'll proceed at once and contact you once we arrive. Over and out." Number One said as the girl gave him and his team a thumbs-up then switched the screen off. "Alright guys, suit up and gear up. We've got a mission to do," he said.
"Right!" the four kids said as they all headed off to the artillery room for supplies and ammo.
Commander, we're at the target site. Over, a female voice whispered over a radio.
"Roger, we'll meet at the pre-designated rendezvous-point in Section 8," a male voice responded with a Russian accent. "Any clues on your way here? Over," he asked as he approached the tall base with watchful eyes.
Negative. We don't know anything more than we did last time. How long ago do you estimate the attack was? Over.
"From the scent this place is giving off, I'd say…Hm…Maybe three hours, tops. Alright, maintain radio silence unless something comes up. Over."
Roger.
"See you in about 15 minutes. Stay frosty."
Affirmative. Over and out.
"Alright, we'll be approaching the base in a few minutes. Numba Five, weapons status," Nigel asked as he zipped up his blue jump suit and donned his samurai-style helmet.
"All gumball-guns, mustard-blasters, and all flashlight-blasters are all at full charge and are all ready to go," Abigail reported as she set her flashlight-blaster to 'Extra Crispy.'
"Good, Numba Four, how's the equipment looking?"
"Well, let's see," Wally began as he walked up to what was originally a digital alarm-clock. In reality, it was a tracking device/motion detector. It gave distances of how far targets were, or, it could use sonar and display it on an attached, circular screen. "The trackuh-detectuh is ready for use, the net-guns are good to go, and the IR goggles are set up for immediate usage." Number Four then strapped on his night-vision goggles and hung the shoulder-strapped tracker-detector over his arm. He then passed out the goggles and the equipment to Numbers One, Three, and Five. Meanwhile, Number Two continued to fly the Kids Next Door's airship, which was made from a school bus, to the South Carolina KND operatives' base.
"Numba One," Hoagie said as he decelerated the ship's speed. "We're at the base."
"Alright, Numba Two. Do your sensors detect any adult activity within a two-hundred yard range?" Nigel asked as he approached the cockpit and stood next to Number 2.
"Nope, nada, and a whole lot of zip. The place is completely silent. Shall I bring her down on the landing-strip? Or are you guys gonna deploy while we're in the air?"
"If we land, we might be ambushed, if someone is there. It's safer, and cooler, if we exit the ship from above the base."
"Okie-dokie. Preparing launcher-tube," Number Two said as he pressed a switch which opened up a tunnel on the side of the ship, leading out to the base he was now hovering ten yards above.
"Kids Next Door," Number One commanded as he and his three operatives lined up at the tunnel entrance. "Move out!" Instantly, Number Three hopped into the tube and slid down it and landed gracefully on the base's upper deck.
"Let's go!" Number Four said as he too slid to the drop-off point.
"Hup-two!" Number Five said as she followed her fellow operatives.
"Alright," Number One said as he got ready to launch as well. "Numba Two, stay within range, but keep an eye out for anything suspicious, ok?"
"Gotcha!" Hoagie said as he gave Number One a thumbs-up.
"Right. Geronimo!" the bald operative said as he slid to the drop-off point, where he and his three teammates all looked around the forested landscape surrounding the SC base. "Alright, team. Numba Five, take point; Numba Three, take the right; Numba Four, cover the rear; and I'll take the left," he commanded as they all assumed their positions and headed down a covered staircase into the dark, deserted base.
"Commander, we've got company. Over," the female voice reported as she crept along the rafters of the base.
I know, I heard it too. How many did you count? Over, the Russian male voice asked.
"Three or four of them. Over."
Hm…That's what I got too. What do you think, is it…them? Over.
"Could be. It'd be more if they're our targets. What do you want us to do, Commander? Over."
These guys are probably a search-team. I expect them to have night-vision or even IR detectors, just like us. First Lieutenant, find a good sniping point in the eastern block. Second Lieutenant, take the west, and I'll take the south. Make sure, though, that you're behind something thick and heatless. We'll have to knock these guys out and make a run for it. Over.
"Roger. Will do, Commander. Over and out."
"It's quiet..." Number Five said quietly as she led the team down the stairs to Sector 8: the Control Room.
"…TOO quiet," Number One agreed as he searched the ceiling and left walls for any clues.
"Hey, wut happened here? I'm seeing all sorts of debris and shot marks everywhere," Number four asked. True to his words, the place did appear to show signs of some kind of a struggle. Blasts from 2x4 technology weapons left squirts, holes, singes, and dents all around the stairway.
"Must have been a conflict, and our agents didn't go out quietly. But…I don't think they won," Nigel said disappointingly.
"Ooh, how sad…" Number Three sniffed. "Where do you think they are?"
"I don't know. But that's what we're here for. If there are any signs of what happened and/or where our operatives are, we need to find them. We need to-Holy…cow…!" Number One said in astonishment as he and the others saw the Control Room. The entire room was practically pitch black, but through their night-vision goggles, the Kids Next Door saw the atrocity of a mess the room was in.
Scattered all over the circular room were broken wood boards, turned-over furniture, crushed computer-systems, and left-over weaponry and gear that once belonged to other Kids Next Door operatives.
"Oh…My…Gosh..!" Number Five awed at the damage the place had suffered. "It musta been one heck of a fight."
"I know, bless those operatives, they must have fought with all their might…" Nigel bowed his head in remorse
"Whoah…!"Number Four gawked at the sight as well, but soon noticed the few blips on the radar's display scene. "H-Hey! I got something on the radar!"
"What?!" all three of the agents of the KND asked, shocked.
"Th-There's something else here besides…gulp us," he said shakily, pointing his gun in random directions.
"Stay together team! Whatever's here is no match for us. Numba Three, do you see anything nearby?"
"Hm…Well, I do see a pretty red dot pointed at my forehead. Is it a pimple or something?" she asked coyly.
"Red dot? That's not red dot, that's a-"
"FREEZE!" a male voice speaking in a Russian accent yelled, causing the kids to do as they were told.
"Don't move an inch! We've got you surrounded!" a female voice commanded as well.
"Numba Four," Number One said under his breath. "Where are they?"
"I can't see 'em on the radah or in the dahk. These guys must be…"
"…Professionals. Hm…they've got us in a tight squeeze. If they can see us while we can't see them, we can't do much but just do as they say…" Nigel sighed. This was an outrage! He and his friends had been in rough situations, but they were never trapped like this before. Even though he didn't want to admit it, Nigel knew that he had lost the battle before it had even started.
"Well, well, well," the Russian person said as he cocked his gun in the blanket of the dark. "Look what we have here: four armed kids. You with the KND?" he asked almost distastefully.
"Wut's it too ya, ya stupid-" Wally spat back.
"Shut up Numba Four!" Abigail said as she whacked Wally across the back of his head.
"Thanks Numba Five," Nigel sighed. "Yes, we're the Kids Next Door. Now tell us, who are YOU?"
"We are nomads; wanderers, if you like. Your turn now, how many more of you are there?"
Nigel decided he'd try a bluff with these hooligans and said
"Twenty others are in this place, it's only a matter of time before they get here and-"
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Shots poured out of the nomads' guns, spraying small copper pellets at the kids' feet at tremendous speeds, causing them to jump and hop almost as if they were river-dancing.
"Liar!" the female voice yelled back to the four. "We heard only four thuds from you kids coming here. Plus, we've sealed off all sectors since we entered this facility,"
"Now let's try this again," the Russian spoke again. "How many of you are there? And this time, no lying."
"Just us four and one outside the base in our transport ship," Nigel sighed again. How did this happen to him and his team? They were some of the best Kids Next Door operatives, how could they have fallen into this trap without knowing?
"Hm…Alright, we believe you," the male voice said.
"Now," the female voice responded. "Drop your weapons slowly, and then take five big steps back."
"Wut?! Numba One, you aren't gonna-"
"Easy, Numba Four," Number Three patted the blonde boy's shoulder, calming him down. "Let's just trust Numba One, he knows what he's doing. Right?" she asked Nigel.
"Uh…Yes, of course," he smiled falsely. Of course he knew what he was doing, he was losing to a bunch of…of… "Just what exactly are you guys? Adults? Teenagers?"
"We are the latter. We are a team of highly-trained teens whose mission is to protect the children of the world from the adult scum who threaten their freedoms," the Russian responded.
"So wait a minute…" Number Five finally said after staying quiet for a while. "So you fight for kids like us? That means we're not your enemies, right?" she asked.
"Niet!" the Russian male answered.
"We have a common goal, but we're not allies of the KND," the female responded.
"In fact, the KND are our enemies."
"Why's that?" Number One asked inquisitively
"None of your business, kid!"
"Fair enough, but tell us, do you know what happened here?"
"As it happens," the teen girl responded. "We do."
"Really? You have to tell us, this place is-"
"Where your fellow operatives were kidnapped," the girl answered from somewhere in the dark. "Along with the search team that preceded you."
"You saw them!?" Number One asked.
"No, we just got here ourselves."
"We estimate, however," the Russian boy mentioned. "That the attack was somewhere around three hours ago."
"Do you know who did it?" Number One demanded impatiently.
"Ha!" the Russian boy laughed. "This kid's got some spunk! But back to what you asked, we don't know EXACTLY who they are, but we know more about them than you do. Tell me something, though: which one of you is the leader?"
"Why should YOU care?" Number Five inquired.
"Let's just say that I want to speak with him or her leader to leader. Happy?" the Russian answered.
"Fine. I'm Numba One, leader of this troop of Kids Next Door operatives. Are you the leader of your group?" Nigel said as he continued to look around to find the teenagers.
"Da. I'm the commander. Now, put your weapons down and step back," the commander demanded.
"Show yaselves first, THEN we'll lower ah weapons," Number Four said, thinking the teens would actually fall for it.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! more shots fired out, this time, right at Number Four's feet, causing him to dance like he did before.
"Yeah right!" the girl yelled at Wally. "We're teenagers, you think we're THAT stupid?"
"Teenaguhs AH stupid!" he retorted.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Whoah! Hey! Ow! Stop that!" Number Four yelled as he tried to avoid getting shot.
"Eat copper, you ignorant little brat! You just wait until…" the commander yelled.
"Commander! Wait!" the girl stopped her commanding officer.
"What!?" the Russian said angrily as he looked over to his subordinate, still concealed.
"Why don't we work alongside these kids. They could be of some help."
"What?!" the KND operatives all said astonished.
"I'm with them on this one," the commander said. "Just what could these idiots do to help us? Don't you remember? They're Kids Next Door operatives! How could they-"
"Switch to radio communication, please, sir."
"Sigh Fine..." he complied reluctantly.
"What's going on here?" Number One asked, but received no answer.
"Pff! Typical teenagers…" Number Five whispered to the group. After a few seconds of whispering, amongst themselves, the teenagers finally spoke.
"Alright," the commander said. "We've decided to help you kids fight this enemy, since you don't know a thing about what's going on."
"Wait! Why should we trust a bunch of teenagers?" Number One demanded
"Because you have no choice BUT to trust us. We have the information and skills needed to track these guys we're both after. You need to track them, right?"
"Well, yes, but-"
"And how are you going to track them. We've already searched the place. These guys only leave behind one clue. Do you know what it is?"
"Uh, um…No," Nigel sighed.
"Scent," the girl said.
"Scent? How can you detect scents for that long?" Number Five asked.
"We can track scents ourselves up to a few hundred meters," the girl continued. "Our ship has special sensors to track things farther than that. But never mind that. Will you let us join forces with you? No strings attached."
"I don't know…" Number Five wondered. "Every teen we've ever met has been against us. I should know, my big sister's one of them too. Well, what do you think, Numba One?"
"Well…Ok. You…teenagers can help us out. But if you guys so much as try something on us, we'll bust your butts so hard, the pain will follow you past puberty. Got it?"
"The feeling is mutual," the commander said. "Alright, troops, come out of hiding." Instantly, the three teenagers hopped out from their hiding places and landed in a circle around the four operatives, visible to them.
"THREE of you? We wuh keeping still because 'a THREE 'a you!? Why I oughta-!" Number four screamed and lunged at one of the teenagers just before Number Five grabbed him by the hood and caused him to fall hard. "Oof!"
"Boy, Numba, Four," Number Three giggled. "You're hopeless."
"So, you three are the vigilantes we've been talking to. As they say, nice threads," Nigel commented as he got a good look at the trio. All three teens wore olive green Russian B.D.U.'s with black balaclavas (ski masks). One teen was at least six feet tall and was built like a body-builder and held what looked like an MP5 sub-machine gun and had a rocket launcher hung over his shoulder, one was normal in size and shape and held an AK-47, and one (presumably the girl) was thinner than the other two, carrying a Famas. At once, all three adolescents removed their masks to reveal their faces. The large one was of African-descent with corn-row dreadlocks, the middle one was a boy with short and messy brown hair, and the third was an Asian girl with long auburn hair.
"My name is Commander Dmitri," the brown-haired boy said.
"I'm Second Lieutenant Aki," the girl bowed.
"And he," Dmitri pointed to the black member of the team. "Is First Lieutenant Mo."
"Does he talk?" Number Five asked as she studied the hulking teen.
"Not much," Aki answered back.
"Well then, I'm Numba One," Nigel said as he held out his hand for a hand-shake with the commander, but soon realized that Dmitri didn't do those.
"I'm Numba Three," Kuki smiled as she waved at Aki.
"Numba Four," Wally said distastefully with his arms crossed and while he was looking away from the teens.
"And I'm Numba Five. Nice tuh…uhm… meet you?" she said as she looked at Mo's serious face.
KSSHK! Numba One! Numba One! Do you copy? Number One's radio buzzed.
"Oh, excuse me a moment," Nigel said to Dmitri, who simply nodded in approval. "Yes, Numba Two, what is it?"
Found anything? I heard some shots and yelling over the radio.
"Well, we found some…teenagers. But they're on our side…I think. Anyway, prepare for dust-off, we're working with these teenagers, since they apparently know more about our current enemy than we do."
Our enemy? What happened to the operatives there?
"They were apparently kidnapped. That's all we know. Just meet us on the roof, ok?"
Roger, be there in ten seconds. Over and out! After switching off his radio, Nigel then turned to Dmitri.
"We'll be heading up to the roof right now where Numba-"
"We heard you," the Russian said. "We have our own ship. We'll meet with you in the air around 200 feet above this base. From there, you'll follow us. Alright?"
"Alright. See you in a few seconds," Nigel agreed as he and his team headed up the stairs they came down. 'Darn…' Nigel thought to himself. 'This is going to be a really different mission. But, I still don't trust those teenagers…'
To be continued…
I don't own "Kids Next Door" and all its characters, just Dmitri, Mo, and Aki. KND belongs to Mr. Warburton and Mo Willems and those other guys.
Author's Notes:
To avoid confusion on which kid is talking (namely if Number 4 or Number 5 are) I'm writing their dialogue in how they would pronounce it/with the slang they use. Number Four's dialogue will look weird because it will be spelled phonetically with his Aussie accent. And as for Number 5, her words will be written in the slang she uses with her 'accent.'
Kids Next Door Operation:
CO.M.R.A.D.E.S.
Children and
Otherwise
Mature
Rebels
Attack
Diabolical
Enemy
Soldiers
The day started off normally as the five operatives of the Kids Next Door filed downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast, dressed for the day.
"Mrm…Morning, Numba Two," Nigel yawned as he saw his fellow teammate Hoagie.
"Morning…" the aviator of the team yawned back.
"Whut time is it..?" Number Four grumbled as went to the cupboards to get a bowl for himself, then sat down in his chair.
"Breakfast time!" Number Three cheered lazily as she did the same as the blonde boy.
"Ugh…It's just aftuh ten o'clock…" Number Five groaned as she met up with her friends. Once all the kids were situated with their bowls, they each took turns filling them with cereal and milk from an overhead distributing device. The usual chocolate-frosted sugar bombs of sweetness poured into all five kids' bowls, and it only took a few bites to wake up all the agents.
"Mm. Nothin' like good ol' Chocopuffs to staht ya day," Number Four said as he devoured his cereal like a ravenous goat.
"Yeah, it always gets me up too," Number Two agreed as he finished up his bowl.
"Oh yeah! Numba Five doesn't know what she'd DO without her cereal in thuh mornin'," Abigail commented as she slurped down the remaining chocolatey milk and then wiped her milk mustache away.
"Alright," Number One said as he too drank the last of his milk. "As soon as we're all done, we'll go over an analysis of our spy-cams over by the Delightful Children's house. Alright, everyone?" he looked over at his four friends for their consent.
"Sure thang," Number Four said as he walked over to the sink and placed his bowl in it. "I'm duhn anyway."
"Me too," Number Five said as she did the same.
"Me three!" Number Three cheered again as she skipped her way to the sink.
"Me Two," Number Two snickered as he followed the same path as his friends.
"Ok, let's head over to the Control Room and-" Number one began until a green alarm light went off throughout the tree-house.
BZZ BZZ! The alarm went off. The green light meant only one thing:
"It's Global Command! Kids Next Door, to the Control Room!" Number One commanded as he and the operatives all headed to the large room and encircled the big display screen. Instantly, a brown-haired girl wearing football shoulder pads and a metal calendar appeared.
"This is Numba 189 of Central Command from the Moon Base, calling Kids Next Door operatives 1-5. Come in," she said.
"This is Numba One reporting. What's the problem 189?"
"We've lost contact with our operatives in South Carolina. We've sent out a search team, but they haven't reported either. We need you and your team to investigate. Watch out though, there's some possible adult activity in the area."
"Roger. We'll proceed at once and contact you once we arrive. Over and out." Number One said as the girl gave him and his team a thumbs-up then switched the screen off. "Alright guys, suit up and gear up. We've got a mission to do," he said.
"Right!" the four kids said as they all headed off to the artillery room for supplies and ammo.
Commander, we're at the target site. Over, a female voice whispered over a radio.
"Roger, we'll meet at the pre-designated rendezvous-point in Section 8," a male voice responded with a Russian accent. "Any clues on your way here? Over," he asked as he approached the tall base with watchful eyes.
Negative. We don't know anything more than we did last time. How long ago do you estimate the attack was? Over.
"From the scent this place is giving off, I'd say…Hm…Maybe three hours, tops. Alright, maintain radio silence unless something comes up. Over."
Roger.
"See you in about 15 minutes. Stay frosty."
Affirmative. Over and out.
"Alright, we'll be approaching the base in a few minutes. Numba Five, weapons status," Nigel asked as he zipped up his blue jump suit and donned his samurai-style helmet.
"All gumball-guns, mustard-blasters, and all flashlight-blasters are all at full charge and are all ready to go," Abigail reported as she set her flashlight-blaster to 'Extra Crispy.'
"Good, Numba Four, how's the equipment looking?"
"Well, let's see," Wally began as he walked up to what was originally a digital alarm-clock. In reality, it was a tracking device/motion detector. It gave distances of how far targets were, or, it could use sonar and display it on an attached, circular screen. "The trackuh-detectuh is ready for use, the net-guns are good to go, and the IR goggles are set up for immediate usage." Number Four then strapped on his night-vision goggles and hung the shoulder-strapped tracker-detector over his arm. He then passed out the goggles and the equipment to Numbers One, Three, and Five. Meanwhile, Number Two continued to fly the Kids Next Door's airship, which was made from a school bus, to the South Carolina KND operatives' base.
"Numba One," Hoagie said as he decelerated the ship's speed. "We're at the base."
"Alright, Numba Two. Do your sensors detect any adult activity within a two-hundred yard range?" Nigel asked as he approached the cockpit and stood next to Number 2.
"Nope, nada, and a whole lot of zip. The place is completely silent. Shall I bring her down on the landing-strip? Or are you guys gonna deploy while we're in the air?"
"If we land, we might be ambushed, if someone is there. It's safer, and cooler, if we exit the ship from above the base."
"Okie-dokie. Preparing launcher-tube," Number Two said as he pressed a switch which opened up a tunnel on the side of the ship, leading out to the base he was now hovering ten yards above.
"Kids Next Door," Number One commanded as he and his three operatives lined up at the tunnel entrance. "Move out!" Instantly, Number Three hopped into the tube and slid down it and landed gracefully on the base's upper deck.
"Let's go!" Number Four said as he too slid to the drop-off point.
"Hup-two!" Number Five said as she followed her fellow operatives.
"Alright," Number One said as he got ready to launch as well. "Numba Two, stay within range, but keep an eye out for anything suspicious, ok?"
"Gotcha!" Hoagie said as he gave Number One a thumbs-up.
"Right. Geronimo!" the bald operative said as he slid to the drop-off point, where he and his three teammates all looked around the forested landscape surrounding the SC base. "Alright, team. Numba Five, take point; Numba Three, take the right; Numba Four, cover the rear; and I'll take the left," he commanded as they all assumed their positions and headed down a covered staircase into the dark, deserted base.
"Commander, we've got company. Over," the female voice reported as she crept along the rafters of the base.
I know, I heard it too. How many did you count? Over, the Russian male voice asked.
"Three or four of them. Over."
Hm…That's what I got too. What do you think, is it…them? Over.
"Could be. It'd be more if they're our targets. What do you want us to do, Commander? Over."
These guys are probably a search-team. I expect them to have night-vision or even IR detectors, just like us. First Lieutenant, find a good sniping point in the eastern block. Second Lieutenant, take the west, and I'll take the south. Make sure, though, that you're behind something thick and heatless. We'll have to knock these guys out and make a run for it. Over.
"Roger. Will do, Commander. Over and out."
"It's quiet..." Number Five said quietly as she led the team down the stairs to Sector 8: the Control Room.
"…TOO quiet," Number One agreed as he searched the ceiling and left walls for any clues.
"Hey, wut happened here? I'm seeing all sorts of debris and shot marks everywhere," Number four asked. True to his words, the place did appear to show signs of some kind of a struggle. Blasts from 2x4 technology weapons left squirts, holes, singes, and dents all around the stairway.
"Must have been a conflict, and our agents didn't go out quietly. But…I don't think they won," Nigel said disappointingly.
"Ooh, how sad…" Number Three sniffed. "Where do you think they are?"
"I don't know. But that's what we're here for. If there are any signs of what happened and/or where our operatives are, we need to find them. We need to-Holy…cow…!" Number One said in astonishment as he and the others saw the Control Room. The entire room was practically pitch black, but through their night-vision goggles, the Kids Next Door saw the atrocity of a mess the room was in.
Scattered all over the circular room were broken wood boards, turned-over furniture, crushed computer-systems, and left-over weaponry and gear that once belonged to other Kids Next Door operatives.
"Oh…My…Gosh..!" Number Five awed at the damage the place had suffered. "It musta been one heck of a fight."
"I know, bless those operatives, they must have fought with all their might…" Nigel bowed his head in remorse
"Whoah…!"Number Four gawked at the sight as well, but soon noticed the few blips on the radar's display scene. "H-Hey! I got something on the radar!"
"What?!" all three of the agents of the KND asked, shocked.
"Th-There's something else here besides…gulp us," he said shakily, pointing his gun in random directions.
"Stay together team! Whatever's here is no match for us. Numba Three, do you see anything nearby?"
"Hm…Well, I do see a pretty red dot pointed at my forehead. Is it a pimple or something?" she asked coyly.
"Red dot? That's not red dot, that's a-"
"FREEZE!" a male voice speaking in a Russian accent yelled, causing the kids to do as they were told.
"Don't move an inch! We've got you surrounded!" a female voice commanded as well.
"Numba Four," Number One said under his breath. "Where are they?"
"I can't see 'em on the radah or in the dahk. These guys must be…"
"…Professionals. Hm…they've got us in a tight squeeze. If they can see us while we can't see them, we can't do much but just do as they say…" Nigel sighed. This was an outrage! He and his friends had been in rough situations, but they were never trapped like this before. Even though he didn't want to admit it, Nigel knew that he had lost the battle before it had even started.
"Well, well, well," the Russian person said as he cocked his gun in the blanket of the dark. "Look what we have here: four armed kids. You with the KND?" he asked almost distastefully.
"Wut's it too ya, ya stupid-" Wally spat back.
"Shut up Numba Four!" Abigail said as she whacked Wally across the back of his head.
"Thanks Numba Five," Nigel sighed. "Yes, we're the Kids Next Door. Now tell us, who are YOU?"
"We are nomads; wanderers, if you like. Your turn now, how many more of you are there?"
Nigel decided he'd try a bluff with these hooligans and said
"Twenty others are in this place, it's only a matter of time before they get here and-"
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Shots poured out of the nomads' guns, spraying small copper pellets at the kids' feet at tremendous speeds, causing them to jump and hop almost as if they were river-dancing.
"Liar!" the female voice yelled back to the four. "We heard only four thuds from you kids coming here. Plus, we've sealed off all sectors since we entered this facility,"
"Now let's try this again," the Russian spoke again. "How many of you are there? And this time, no lying."
"Just us four and one outside the base in our transport ship," Nigel sighed again. How did this happen to him and his team? They were some of the best Kids Next Door operatives, how could they have fallen into this trap without knowing?
"Hm…Alright, we believe you," the male voice said.
"Now," the female voice responded. "Drop your weapons slowly, and then take five big steps back."
"Wut?! Numba One, you aren't gonna-"
"Easy, Numba Four," Number Three patted the blonde boy's shoulder, calming him down. "Let's just trust Numba One, he knows what he's doing. Right?" she asked Nigel.
"Uh…Yes, of course," he smiled falsely. Of course he knew what he was doing, he was losing to a bunch of…of… "Just what exactly are you guys? Adults? Teenagers?"
"We are the latter. We are a team of highly-trained teens whose mission is to protect the children of the world from the adult scum who threaten their freedoms," the Russian responded.
"So wait a minute…" Number Five finally said after staying quiet for a while. "So you fight for kids like us? That means we're not your enemies, right?" she asked.
"Niet!" the Russian male answered.
"We have a common goal, but we're not allies of the KND," the female responded.
"In fact, the KND are our enemies."
"Why's that?" Number One asked inquisitively
"None of your business, kid!"
"Fair enough, but tell us, do you know what happened here?"
"As it happens," the teen girl responded. "We do."
"Really? You have to tell us, this place is-"
"Where your fellow operatives were kidnapped," the girl answered from somewhere in the dark. "Along with the search team that preceded you."
"You saw them!?" Number One asked.
"No, we just got here ourselves."
"We estimate, however," the Russian boy mentioned. "That the attack was somewhere around three hours ago."
"Do you know who did it?" Number One demanded impatiently.
"Ha!" the Russian boy laughed. "This kid's got some spunk! But back to what you asked, we don't know EXACTLY who they are, but we know more about them than you do. Tell me something, though: which one of you is the leader?"
"Why should YOU care?" Number Five inquired.
"Let's just say that I want to speak with him or her leader to leader. Happy?" the Russian answered.
"Fine. I'm Numba One, leader of this troop of Kids Next Door operatives. Are you the leader of your group?" Nigel said as he continued to look around to find the teenagers.
"Da. I'm the commander. Now, put your weapons down and step back," the commander demanded.
"Show yaselves first, THEN we'll lower ah weapons," Number Four said, thinking the teens would actually fall for it.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! more shots fired out, this time, right at Number Four's feet, causing him to dance like he did before.
"Yeah right!" the girl yelled at Wally. "We're teenagers, you think we're THAT stupid?"
"Teenaguhs AH stupid!" he retorted.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Whoah! Hey! Ow! Stop that!" Number Four yelled as he tried to avoid getting shot.
"Eat copper, you ignorant little brat! You just wait until…" the commander yelled.
"Commander! Wait!" the girl stopped her commanding officer.
"What!?" the Russian said angrily as he looked over to his subordinate, still concealed.
"Why don't we work alongside these kids. They could be of some help."
"What?!" the KND operatives all said astonished.
"I'm with them on this one," the commander said. "Just what could these idiots do to help us? Don't you remember? They're Kids Next Door operatives! How could they-"
"Switch to radio communication, please, sir."
"Sigh Fine..." he complied reluctantly.
"What's going on here?" Number One asked, but received no answer.
"Pff! Typical teenagers…" Number Five whispered to the group. After a few seconds of whispering, amongst themselves, the teenagers finally spoke.
"Alright," the commander said. "We've decided to help you kids fight this enemy, since you don't know a thing about what's going on."
"Wait! Why should we trust a bunch of teenagers?" Number One demanded
"Because you have no choice BUT to trust us. We have the information and skills needed to track these guys we're both after. You need to track them, right?"
"Well, yes, but-"
"And how are you going to track them. We've already searched the place. These guys only leave behind one clue. Do you know what it is?"
"Uh, um…No," Nigel sighed.
"Scent," the girl said.
"Scent? How can you detect scents for that long?" Number Five asked.
"We can track scents ourselves up to a few hundred meters," the girl continued. "Our ship has special sensors to track things farther than that. But never mind that. Will you let us join forces with you? No strings attached."
"I don't know…" Number Five wondered. "Every teen we've ever met has been against us. I should know, my big sister's one of them too. Well, what do you think, Numba One?"
"Well…Ok. You…teenagers can help us out. But if you guys so much as try something on us, we'll bust your butts so hard, the pain will follow you past puberty. Got it?"
"The feeling is mutual," the commander said. "Alright, troops, come out of hiding." Instantly, the three teenagers hopped out from their hiding places and landed in a circle around the four operatives, visible to them.
"THREE of you? We wuh keeping still because 'a THREE 'a you!? Why I oughta-!" Number four screamed and lunged at one of the teenagers just before Number Five grabbed him by the hood and caused him to fall hard. "Oof!"
"Boy, Numba, Four," Number Three giggled. "You're hopeless."
"So, you three are the vigilantes we've been talking to. As they say, nice threads," Nigel commented as he got a good look at the trio. All three teens wore olive green Russian B.D.U.'s with black balaclavas (ski masks). One teen was at least six feet tall and was built like a body-builder and held what looked like an MP5 sub-machine gun and had a rocket launcher hung over his shoulder, one was normal in size and shape and held an AK-47, and one (presumably the girl) was thinner than the other two, carrying a Famas. At once, all three adolescents removed their masks to reveal their faces. The large one was of African-descent with corn-row dreadlocks, the middle one was a boy with short and messy brown hair, and the third was an Asian girl with long auburn hair.
"My name is Commander Dmitri," the brown-haired boy said.
"I'm Second Lieutenant Aki," the girl bowed.
"And he," Dmitri pointed to the black member of the team. "Is First Lieutenant Mo."
"Does he talk?" Number Five asked as she studied the hulking teen.
"Not much," Aki answered back.
"Well then, I'm Numba One," Nigel said as he held out his hand for a hand-shake with the commander, but soon realized that Dmitri didn't do those.
"I'm Numba Three," Kuki smiled as she waved at Aki.
"Numba Four," Wally said distastefully with his arms crossed and while he was looking away from the teens.
"And I'm Numba Five. Nice tuh…uhm… meet you?" she said as she looked at Mo's serious face.
KSSHK! Numba One! Numba One! Do you copy? Number One's radio buzzed.
"Oh, excuse me a moment," Nigel said to Dmitri, who simply nodded in approval. "Yes, Numba Two, what is it?"
Found anything? I heard some shots and yelling over the radio.
"Well, we found some…teenagers. But they're on our side…I think. Anyway, prepare for dust-off, we're working with these teenagers, since they apparently know more about our current enemy than we do."
Our enemy? What happened to the operatives there?
"They were apparently kidnapped. That's all we know. Just meet us on the roof, ok?"
Roger, be there in ten seconds. Over and out! After switching off his radio, Nigel then turned to Dmitri.
"We'll be heading up to the roof right now where Numba-"
"We heard you," the Russian said. "We have our own ship. We'll meet with you in the air around 200 feet above this base. From there, you'll follow us. Alright?"
"Alright. See you in a few seconds," Nigel agreed as he and his team headed up the stairs they came down. 'Darn…' Nigel thought to himself. 'This is going to be a really different mission. But, I still don't trust those teenagers…'
To be continued…