Jysella: while as I doubt this will ever end here goes

Numbuh four: here goes what?

Jysella: ::giggles:: why a prologue of course

Numbuh five: prologue to what, exactly?

Jysella: nothing… say your stealth tactics right?

Numbuh five: ::nods::

Jysella: stick around after I'm done with this, delusions you know what to do

Audience of delusions: Jysella, your psychotic authoress, owns nothing but her own characters and clothing

Jysella: so don't sue

Operation:

N.A.M.E.L.E.S.S.

New

Agents

Make

Emerging

Life

Endlessly

Strenuously

Sisyphean

Six years prior to the beginning of cartoon networks codename: kids next door

In the beginning there were sixty of them. Sixty children ranging from the age of nine to nineteen; all of whom lived extremely extraordinary lives. Rather then lie about accomplishing the typical tasks allotted to ones so young as them, they vanished. These sixty had joined forces, each sick of the tyranny that no text book covered, and, after many sleepless school nights and the rare weekend of talks, came to an agreement. They would no longer bear the oppression in silence; they would fight back. Thus, after that summer of negotiations, the kids next door were born. Chores; school; home: they didn't attend. And the commands of those considered superior on the basis of age alone: ignored. Yes, they alone did what generations of kids dreamed of doing and for it they suffered. It began, of course, in pure innocence; enemies such as the bed-time brigade were easily vanquished in a shower of weapons only the minds of children could produce. But the enemies those children faced quickly became tougher, linked closer to the real world. Sweat shop owners and abusive parents changed the rules, forcing real guns into hands that had formerly held, at worst, sling shots. Soon even the youngest were drawn out of its dream-like innocence in the presence of bullies no child should face. It began innocently, with one lonely man catching sight of five children traveling in a pack. He was young, perhaps twenty, and completely alone. More and more he began to see those five, three of whom were girls, and more and more the thought of them excited him. Child molester, and with Meagan's law not even a thought, not one in the neighborhood knew, until too late. Such things became common place within the agency; the beginning of the end was soon upon these brave teams. Sadly they couldn't even run, as the children, having been naïve in their security, had not used codenames making them easy targets to any who had heard them on a mission. Names became sacred but already there was little that could be done. What had originally been seven teams of five and twenty-five lone operatives were whittled away. In the beginning there were sixty of them. In the end there were twelve.

Jysella: so that was the prologue

Number four: psycho

Numbuh five: you said you wanted numbuh five to stick around…

Jysella: what? Oh yes, that, about that…::puts arm around numbuh five and begins to walk away chatting pleasantly, over heard are the words "Sachi-chan", "pixie-sticks", and "steal":: take it away delusions

Audience of delusions: Read and Review please… flames will be put to use roasting the flamers. And if you make s'mores use kosher marshmallows the author is a vegetarian and gelatin won't be accepted. Thank you