Hostile Takeover

Tomorrow Rachel McKenzie, a.k.a Numbuh 362, will scheduled decommissioned. The whole thing stank, why the hell should she go through with it? They would have to drag her to that thing, she won't go voluntarily. Fortunately for her, she had a plan that would change the very essence of the KND.

Secretly, she had made deals with some separate teenage organizations not affiliated with the Delightful Children. If she went through with this, an army of two million strong will back her up if needed. Combined with the KND, they could make a powerful faction. With it, she can take down the Delightful Children, eliminate Father, and assert her dominance to the world.

Then, her assistant ran up to her.

"What is it?" Rachel calmly asked.

"Numbuh 362," he began. "You're aware that you're scheduled for decommissioning?"

"Correct."

"And you know of your successor?"

"Yes…72." Numbuh 72 was thought of as a real Big Boss. He was charismatic, loyal, devoted, and would risk his own safety for his men. A true leader. And a thorn in her side.

"Well, you are to attend his inauguration tonight, where you will surrender your position as Supreme Commander."

"Fine, inform them I will be there shortly."

He scurried off, leaving Rachel fuming. She slammed her fist into the wall, leaving a hole in it. How dare they force her to step down! And toss her aside as if she were a leaf in the wind. She needed to act fast. She pulled out her phone and dialed a number.

"Yes?" the voice asked. Her second in command, Tom Boward, was approaching the moon base by shuttle.

"You're going to come here quick."

"Why, what's going on?"

"72's inauguration that's what. How many men do you have with you."

"A fleet surrounding the base, just about everyone I guess."

"Good, when you get to the hangar, don't kill the guards."

"Ok, ok, don't worry little girl."

Now she was angry. "I am NOT A LITTLE GIRL! Not your princess, not your sunshine, not anything!"

"Calm down, deep breaths."

Rachel took a few deep breaths, and relaxed. "All right, remember your jobs."

"Of course."

"Don't screw things up." She signed off, and leaned against the wall. She walked through a hallway, opened a door, and lay down on her bed. She reached for her bottle of liquor, and drank the entire thing, to numb the pain she felt. She took up drinking two months ago, after a lengthy war against KND traitors.

Tom looked around, his men were geared up, they were approaching the hangar, and it was almost time.

"You know what to do," he said to his team. "No casualties, knock them out if needed."

They nodded, cocking the barrels of their Aks as an answer. This is it, the dawn of a new faction, one that would dwarf the power of Father's group. His only regret is that Matthew McGee isn't here, the Peach Creeker would have made a fine trooper.

Rachel looked at the mirror, to see if there was anything on her dress. She had an entire wardrobe of clothing, an picked out a black dress with the KND insignia. She got word that the Tom's squads have entered the base, though no one else knew. She smiled, thinking of just what she should do with those who would oppose her.

Tom, with his squad, crept through the hallways. They had already tranquilized eight guards, and captured those who didn't go down so easily. They reached the command center, it was empty, not a soul. Tables filled with food were set up, and a stage with a podium.

"Take your positions," he barked. As the troopers were going to their hiding places, he checked his watch. The inauguration was to commence in thirty seconds. He quickly his behind under a table, and waited.

Rachel smiled to herself as she went on the stage. She knew they were in here, but everyone didn't know it. The only ones who knew besides her were Numbuh 1's squad, and had already pledged their total allegiance to her. When she truly ruled the KND, she would make them her generals. 72 and a few other sat in seats behind her, as well as 86, another conspirator. As she took her seat, 72 got up, and spoke.

"Here is the end of a great leadership," 72 said. "One filled with victory, triumph, and hope."

The crow applauded him, she had to hand it to him, he did know how to make a speech. Just when he was about to continue, Tom and his men popped out of their hiding places, Aks at the ready. Rachel grabbed 72, and jammed a pistol against his throat.

"Rachel what is this?" 72 asked.

"Glad you asked," she said. "As you are well aware of, I'm scheduled to be decommissioned tomorrow."

"So?"

"So, how am I going to lead the Kids Next Door to power if I'm not in control?"

72 then realized it, and kicked her in the abdomen. He grabbed her pistol and had her in a chokehold. The troopers aimed, waiting for the chance to shoot.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," a trooper said.

"Try me," 72 yelled back. When the troopers came closer, he brought the pistol to her head. "Don't get any closer, or she get it."

She kicked him in the guts, slammed her fist into his stomach, and finished it with a blow to the chest area.

"You done yet?" Rachel asked.

"Why?"

"Why am I doing this? I realized that for everything to be in order, you have to take everything. That is what it takes to lead us to supremacy."

"You're planning to take on the world?"

"What else." She spat on his face, and turned to the audience. "Kids Next Door! I leave it to you…to decide who you will follow."

A Squad of KND operatives moved to her side. Several others followed, followed by Tom's squad. 86 and the V-Sector squad stood beside her. Only a small number sided with 72, seeing that they were outnumbered, they reluctantly moved to her side. 72 was left alone.

"Looks like they're with me," Rachel taunted. "Sectors H through L, take him and anyone who sided with him to the prison holds."

Numbuh 72 stared hard into Rachel's eyes. "This isn't over. Someone will take you down, and I'll be there when it happens."

But she already lost interest. She huddled Numbuh 1 and 86, discussing on what changes should be done to KND. Two operatives moved in quickly, knowing 72's superior combat skill. They hauled him out of the room, with him still blabbing on how someone would avenge him. Now she truly had control.