Cleveland, Virginia: One Year after Operation Z.E.R.O.

A teen walked slowly alongside the sidewalk. He looked around the neighborhood as he remembered the day Grandfather resurfaced. The day he was given the call at the Arctic Base. The day he and all of those brave cadets held the line against the legions of senior citizen zombies.

The teen came to a halt, he looked up to see the Sector V tree house still standing. Their main goal back then was to buy time for Numbuh's 4 and 3 while they retrieved equipment for Numbuh 2. The entire mission ended in disaster, Cree and Toilenator somehow got past their line, and proceeded to turn the two operatives, a number of hamsters, and Numbuh 2's kid brother into senior citizen zombies.

It was futile. The teen stared at the drive way of the Uno house. That was where he, a number of cadets, Sectors F, X, and the Prospectors held the last stand. During the fight, a car was flung at them, crushing two cadets and killing them.

The teen knelt down, pressing his fist to the concrete. Both of those cadets weren't the best. He vividly remembered the amount of trouble they'd get into when he'd catch them wandering around the Arctic Base. But they had it where it counted, they had heart.

Patton removed his hood and stood up. "…We won that day guys…even when the lot of us were turned…that bald Nigel Uno managed to get the job done…I just wish we didn't lose you guys…"

Patton turned around and began to make his trek home.