The Fight

"Winnie, Winifred Beatles!"

Numbuh 4 was furious, that little rouge of a cousin had escaped his vision, again! Last time this happened she had stolen four sodas from him. Nonetheless, he was responsible for the Kids Next Door operative in training and of making sure she was ready to graduate and a full-fledged warrior by, now, two days since that's when the ceremony was.

"Hey Numbuh 4!" Numbuh 3 called. "Winnie's giving this 30c guy a real whoopin'. C'mon!"

Numbuhs 2 and 5 were the first to spot them. The two kids were locked in combat. They scratched, kicked, bit, and spat furiously. Numbuh 5 ran over and tried to pry the enraged creatures apart. Numbuh 2 ran over to help. He grabbed Numbuh 30c and Numbuh 5 seized Winnie up by her green hoodie's hood.

Winnie was panting hard. She tried to escape Numbuh 5's iron grip, but was only rewarded by a sound shaking.

"Be still scamp, or I'lltan your hide."

Numbuh 2 held tight to the other trouble maker, 30c, who was not struggling but was rather relieved the fight was over.

With that, Numbuh 4 strode between them. "Now, wot's t'is about?"

"She called me ratface."

"'e said that Ah was not meant ta be a beh a Kids Next Door agent."

"She tackled me down, slammed me, and bit me and-"

"Silence!"

Everyone cast their glance at the stern bald leader. Numbuh 1, high leader of Sector V of the Kids Next Door, looked down at the two culprits.

"Numbuh 30c isn't it? Well now, you should know the rules of this organization at least as well as much as Winnie here. No fighting allies, unless they turn traitor. This is no exception. Well?"

"It was Winnie," Numbuh 30c whined, "She hit me when I wasn't doing anything and..."

He faltered under Nigel's hard stare. He continued whimpering. Numbuh 1 pointed at him.

"Numbuh 2 has some dirty vehicles that need some hard duty cleaning. Get to it. I'll have no whimps, whiners, or fault blamers in this treehouse while I'm here."

Numbuh 2 snatched 30c by his bright hibiscus printed shirt and dragged him to his(#2's) room.

When the first was gone, Numbuh 1 turned to the other miscreant. Numbuh 5 had let go of Winifred. She stood ashamed, looking at the interesting floorboards. Numbuh 4 nodded as Numbuh 1 looked to him for permission. Winnie was done for.

"Winnie the Squire, look at me."

The unfortunate kiwi looked shyly up.

"Winifred Virginia Beatles, this is not the first time I've had to address you as that. I won't ask you for your explanation because this time you couldn't be justified. 30c just arrived here today and here you are slugging him like he was Father. Now, I won't punish you, because that is in Numbuh 4's range of duties. Go now."

Winnie's head drooped in shame yet her eyes blazed with fury as she followed Numbuh 4 to his room.

Chip Gilligan, Stan Uno, Carmen Lincoln, and Luna Noir were silent as mice. They knew Numbuh 1 was right. Trouble should have been Winnie's middle name.