A.N.

I don't own any of the KND, nor do I own the weapons, except for the ones I put in the footnotes. Oh, and the OCs. I own the OCs. And the Rouge Division.

Good Luck, Operative.

After the departure of Numbuh 1, the team of Sector V fell apart.

First to leave was Numbuh 4, the weapons specialist. He tore apart the clubhouse, destroying everything in his path.

"Why did he have to leave? Couldn't they choose someone like Numbuh 86 or 20,000?" He shouted, scaring the hamsters that powered the clubhouse. " It's not fair!" This was understandbale, seeing as Numbuh 1 was his idol, but taking him away? That was too much.

Gathering his possessions, he boarded his escape pod and jettisoned from the treehouse. He'd had a safehouse built out in the east, far from any KND influence. He programmed the coordinates into the on-board GPS, then sat back and popped a soda.

The second to break was Numbuh 3. Their leader had always supported her, even when the others didn't. Now that he was gone, the rest of the team had revealed their true colors, patronizing her at every chance.

"He never would have let them treat me like this." Kuki said to her rainbow monkeys. "Why'd he have to leave?"

She stuffed the last monkey in her already overloaded suitcase and shoved it into her escape pod, climbing in behind it. The computer had a set of KND safe spots, but she overlooked those, instead choosing an isolated spot that she could train at, safe from any and all KND operatives. At least for a time.

Letting the auto pilot take over, she climbed into an inlet in the wall and cried herself to sleep. The computer would wake her when she landed.

Hoagie was furious. His best friend had been chosen to go to the GKND, and nobody had asked the team their opinions? How dare they?

He was the 2x4 technician, but that didn't mean he needed to stay. They could find another, because he was through with the KND. In fact, the Moonbase itself couldn't change his mind.

Shoving the last of his tools and inventions into the floor compartment of his transport, he activated the cloaking shield and flew out of the treehouse, leaving all traces of KND behind. If needed, he'd go rouge, like his brother. He'd said goodbye to his family, so they wouldn't worry.

The navigation system was set for a KND training base, but he wasn't going there. He activated the manual override, dimensional disruptors and warp drive, then turned the craft around. Hoagie P. Gilligan was heading to the last possible place the Supreme Commander would look for him: the Negative Dimension.

As Abby watched Numbuh 1 board the shuttle into outer space, she'd made up her mind. No longer was she going to listen to the orders of Moonbase. Instead she'd do her own thing. The treehouse was set up for a whole team of five, and now that their leader was gone, she wasn't about to take action again as leader.

Adding the final touches to the map of KND sectors she'd made, Numbuh 5 hopped aboard her command pod and set off in search of the legendary Sector Z treehouse. If her hunch was correct, it should be somewhere in plain sight. Or more simply put: under the Delightful Mansion.

Up at Moonbase, Numbuh 362 was frantic. She'd lost all contact with Sector V, and nobody in their area had seen hide nor hair of the team since the departure of Numbuh 1. She held up the com-link and shouted into it again.

"Sector V! Come in! This is Supreme Commander Numbuh 362 calling from Moonbase. Do you copy?" No response. She tried again. "Sector V? Is anyone there? Please, this is urgent!" Again no answer.

Rachel threw down the comlink and growled in disgust. "Of all the times to not answer!"

Outside the Moonbase was an armada of Candy Pirates, taking advantage of the absence of most of the operatives. She knew it was a bad idea to let three fourths of the operatives go on vacation at the same time. Now she was under attack, and with a quarter strength too! Abruptly the comlink flashed as a message played through its speakers.

"If you are hearing this message, Sector V has disbanded. I, Abigail Lincoln, have activated the defense mechanisms installed by the former technician of the team, Numbuh 11, now known as Cree Summers. These are automatic and cannot be deactivated. I regret to inform the KND that we at Sector V will no longer be active."

The transmission cut off as abruptly as it had begun, leaving Rachel confused. Fanny had walked in and had heard the last part of the message, and was fired up for a decommissioning.

"Well, Commander? Shall we go get the traitors and bring them in for decommissioning?" It'd been a long while since Numbuh 86 had been given the pleasure of decommissioning a whole team.

362 shook her head. "No Fanny, not yet. I'm going to find Abby and see what this is about. You're in charge until I get back."

She ran down to the Moonbase docks and boarded the fastest ship there, flying out and down to earth. When she arrived at the Sector V treehouse, what she saw shocked her.

The Base was covered in a mysterious metal substance, giving it a menacing feel. Taking a step forward, she approached the base cautiously. Almost immediately a M.U.S.K.E.T. was deployed from the floor under the club and fired at her, causing Rachel to roll to the side to avoid being shot.

"She wasn't kidding about the defense." She muttered.

Turning on her heel, she approached the door to Nigel Uno's house, knocking once. The door opened to show his father, the legendary Numbuh 0.

"Hello, Mr. Uno. I'm sorry to bother you, but have you seen Nigel's friends anywhere? I can't seem to find them."

The legend was shocked. "Can't find them? You mean they're not in that treehouse they stay in all day?" A slight shake of her head told him he was right. "Well, I don't know where they might be.. I do remember one of them saying something about a mansion, and the letter Z, but I don't know what that would have anything to do with it. "

Rachel nodded, piecing together the meager information that she'd been presented. "Thank you sir."

Mr. Uno nodded. "Are you sure you don't want some cookies and tea? I just put the kettle on." She shook her head. "I thought not, my dear. Well then, good luck finding those friends!" With that he shut the door.

Rachel headed back to her ship, determined that she knew where at least one of the operatives had gone. The one place that would never be searched: The Delightful Mansion. As for the letter Z... It could mean Sector Z, but the Sector had been Delightfulized a long time ago. She shrugged it off.

Programming the coordinates of the mansion into the onboard GPS, Rachel sat back and began planning the invasion of the century. If the team really had gone willingly, then she'd have some trouble convincing them to come back.

The computer beeped, signaling that she'd arrived at the mansion. She stood, gathering the supply of weapons aboard the shuttle. The door opened, allowing her to step out onto enemy soil. She stepped out, armor donned and weapons ready. She marched toward the door, a L.E.M.O.N.A.D.E. in her left hand and her newest weapon, the S.H.O.T.T.G.U.N. in her right.

It was going to be one hell of a fight.

Well, fellow Operatives. This is the first chapter of the Rouge Division.

The S.H.O.T.T.G.U.N is my original weapon. It stands for:

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Please review honestly. Tell me what you liked, what you didn't and what could be improved on.

Until next time,

- Discordian