Good Morning. Good Afternoon. Good Evening. Welcome to the first chapter of Numbuh C4 (not to be confused with another story of the same title). This story just so happens to be the sixth in a overarching series I have affectionately dubbed The 'Legends Universe', so feel free to check out the story before this 'Numbuh 9-Lives', you might like it.

This story follows the adventures of an OC character, do try to keep an open mind however.

Warning: Before you start reading, keep in mind that this is rated 'T', so It's gonna be PG-13 up in here. Read and Enjoy!

Legends Universe: Story 6

Numbuh C4

19 September, 2005

Kids Next Door Online Hub

The Kids Next Door Online Hub was nothing like the famed and almost mythical Kids Next Door Bike Hub. The Bike Hub was a spectacular wilderness of road circling round, seemingly going on forever, ultimately leading to a massive treehouse hidden from the outside world. The Bike Hub as populated. There were more than one hundred Kids Next Door operatives present at any given time. The base was fortified with the latest in off-road bicycle combat weapon systems and possessed an experimental mustard cannon capable of staining an entire city.

The Online Hub was a different story. A ghost town had more people compared to The Online Hub. The Online Hub was isolated from the rest of the KND, hidden on the streets of downtown Brooklyn, amongst the teens and adults. The Online Hub had one purpose, a singular purpose that could be performed by one operative: Harassing Teenagers on Online Video Games.

Josie Cross, Numbuh 50 as she's known as, is the sole occupant of The Online Hub. It wasn't some vast treehouse; it was a rundown apartment building that was long forgotten. What Josie lacked in bicycles and mustard cannons she made up for in computer games and barb wire.

Today was unlike any other. Josie had her mountain dew by her bean bag chair. She had her modified Xbox plugged in with a poster of the upcoming Xbox 360 hanging on the wall. She smiled as she played the sort of games her fellow operatives couldn't stomach, the kind that the teenagers relished in. With the advances in online play, the Xbox had accumulated a wealth of teenager presence, a presence Josie couldn't ignore.

So she popped in a copy of Halo 2 into her modified Xbox and prepped to ruin this fine day for any teenager on Xbox Live. It was all muscle memory from there. A double tap of the start button on the fat controller, zipping past the developer credits to the main menu.

'Single Player's For Wimps.' Josie thought to herself as she zipped straight into multiplayer. Her computer instruments and 2x4 tech actively brightened as it pulled her into an ongoing private lobby.

'A friendly game between friends, isn't friendly anymore.' Josie laughed to herself.

Josie adjusted her microphone. Her in game avatar manifested. The first person immersion brought a smile to her face. She moved her character through the map and leveled her weapon. The 2x4 tech beside her Xbox whirred, with the pull of a trigger, Josie began to shoot through the map's constructs, eliminating unsuspecting players.

"They found Mary out. Wesley is MIA. And Darwin was taken into…I just died." A disinterested teen spoke as if reading off a list in-game before being taken aback by her character's sudden death.

"We're going to need to rethink our strategies when it comes to the KN-How the heck did I die?" A teen spoke in-game.

Left and right everywhere, Josie's character dropped everyone.

"Is that guy hacking?!" A teen screamed angrily.

Josie smirked to herself. All in a day's work. She pulled up her microphone and spoke. "Eat it." She pulled the trigger again, killing the teen's character as he respawned.

The teen screamed angrily. "You're dead!"

"Nope." Josie laughed as she began to kill the teen's character again.

"Is that a kid?" An older sounding voice spoke in-game.

"It's a kid!" The teen shouted. "You're dead kid! You're dead!"

"You don't know who you just messed with." A feminine voice spoke in game. "We're going to find you."

"You're not the first to say that to me." Josie laughed. "Well later losers." Josie hit the start button on her controller, and selected the leave game option.

Josie's character avatar killed over before the other players. The teen angrily shot at the body.

"Save it." The feminine voice spoke disinterested in what remained of Josie. "Tell me you the kid's IP, Natasha?"

"Got it Boss." Another female voice chimed in. "Tracking now."

"Kaiden." The disinterested voice called to the teen who was overkilling the fallen body. The character avatar looked up at attention. "We don't know how much the kid heard. I'm fully aware of the KND's Online Division. Handle it."

"Of course, ma'am." The teen, Kaiden, said confidently. "No one's going to stop me from getting this kid."

Twelve Horizon's Country Club

Noon at Twelve Horizon's was magical in the eyes of golf playing adults riding around in their mule-like golf carts. The sun rose atop a hill in the morning, cascading it's radiant excellence across the land. During Noon, however, the sun shined down over the country club, raising itself like shimmering gold to all those beyond its walls.

The old and new wealth within laughed around a table as they devoured their lunch to an old tale of glory and excitement.

"-Me and the lads won that day!" An elderly man with a wooden pipe in his mouth laughed. "We drove the KND away. Off those kids went, running with their tails between their legs as we celebrated with a bottle of Jack!"

There was a wave of laughter across the table. The gathered adults were primarily older males, ranging from late forties too their early seventies. A man in a red polo shirt and khaki slacks stood at the end of the table with an empty glass and spoon in his hands. He took the spoon an lightly tapped the glass.

"Gentlemen." The man in his mid-sixties spoke softly, wanting his peers attention. "We've done much in our years. But the enemy is still out there."

"The vile Kids Next Door." A man spoke from across the table as he held a glass of wine in his hand. A wave of contemptuous remarks flooded the room. Curses and played out slang littered the air as workers of the country club entered with trays of food on cloth covered carts.

"As you all know, the Kids Next Door attempted to sabotage by re-election." The man in red recalled. "The Kids Next Door said my school reforms were too harsh. That a 9 Hour learning period was, and I quote, 'Ridiculous'."

"Wot a bunch 'av lil' shits." A heavily accented elderly woman said aloud, earning a number of laughs for her crass attitude.

"So now that he KND has failed" The man in red took a bottle of wine from one of the servers and poured himself a glass. "Now I'm going to double my efforts. A 9 Hour Learning Period? Childs Play!" The gathered adults laughed as the servers moved the trays from the carts to the table.

"I'm going to change it all. As Governor, I'm going to overhaul it all. Schools at 4 in the morning!" The adults applauded. "A 16 Hour Learning Period! No More Recess! Fewer Bathroom Breaks!"

"Yeah!"

"That'll teach them Kids Next Door!"

"You're going to fail." A feminine voice said aloud. Some of the gathered adults shot curious glances at the accented women, earning a crude response.

From out of a cloth covered cart, shot out a kid with long red hair in black clothing. The kid landed on the table and kicked a tray cover the nearest adult, knocking him over. The kid whipped her head around and shot a death glare at the man in red. "Governor Sal." She muttered angrily.

"It's a Kids Next Door operative!" An adult in his mid-fifties shouted.

"So perceptive." The operative muttered as she grabbed a plate off the table and tossed it at the adult's face, shattering on contact and throwing the man backwards.

"Cmere' ya lil' shit stain." The accented woman reached out over the table at the operative.

"You give Potty Mouth a good name." The operative joked as she socked the heavily accented woman in the jaw, earning a sick cracking noise in response. The woman went limp and fell on the table before sliding off like a log.

The operative jumped over an out stretched arm into a sliding kick off the table, dragging the decorative sheet covering the table and all of the items resting on it with her. A clutter of silverware struck the floor, bouncing left and right giving the operative some breathing space from the adults.

The operative grabbed a pair of forks out of the air and flung them at the nearest adult, nailing him in the eyes. The adult's screams fell on deaf ears as the adults charged, shouting battle cries on renewed energy.

"Punch her!"

"Take her down! Take her down!"

The operative lunged forward, drawing a concealed mustard bottle based weapon from the inside of her dark clothing. Arctic Training had been good to the operative as she displayed the best combat prowess standard KND training had to offer. With a series of rapid arm movements and rapid yet precise pulls on the trigger, the operative landed twenty out of twenty shots from the weapon of the adults at the front of flash mob. The mustard ammunition stained shirts, ripped off toupees and slammed into the adults at bone cracking speeds.

With her ammunition depleted, the operative placed her weapon back in its concealed holster. She readied her fists and took up a fighting stance. She cracked a devilish smile and spat at their feet. "Old bones break easier."

"Is that so?" The Governor spat. The man in red ran at the operative with a chair. As he closed the distance between them, The Governor swung, smacking the operative across the face with one of the chair's legs.

The operative rolled with the strike, spinning around on her heel. She looked at the adults and shot them a bloodied smile. Her lip had busted and her crimson copper flavored blood stained what would otherwise be considered pearly white teeth. The operative brought up a balled up fist and wiped away the blood oozing down her mouth. "You hit like a girl." She insulted.

The operative summersaulted forward, catching the legs of the chair as The Governor took another swing at her. Using her momentum, the operative pulled the chair out of The Governor's hands and flung it at an adult holding a steak knife. The chair shattered on impact, knocking the adult over.

The Governor spun around, pulling back an arm, aiming to strike at the operative from behind. The operative simply ran forward, not wasting effort on the old man behind her, but rather turning her attention to the number of adults before her.

The operative and an adult dressed in golfers clothing ran at each other. The operative leapt forward, tackling the adult and effectively knocking him over. The adult hit the ground hard. A well placed punch in the gut knocked the air out of his lungs. The operative rolled off of the adult in time to avoid a jab from an adult wearing a Purple Heart Chapter Hat.

A quick glance at the Veteran's footing gave the operative enough information to take him down. The Vet jabbed again, only for the operative to duck and kick out the Vet's prosthetic leg, causing him to fall over. The operative grabbed the leg and jumped forward, bashing it against another adult's head.

"Forget this." An adult in his early forties muttered as he ran for the exit.

The operative caught sight of him at the corner of her eye and spun around, throwing the prosthetic leg like a javelin. The prosthetic struck the man in the back of the head, causing him to fall over and hit the exit door face first.

The operative looked around, finding most of the opposition incapacitated. The Twelve Horizon staff had huddled into a corner and cowered from the fighting. Only The Governor remained, standing at one end of the table, fists held out ready to have it out with the operative.

The operative jumped onto the table and sprinted at The Governor. The Governor followed likewise, jumping onto the table, preparing for a clash at the middle. At the very last second, the operative dived, stretching out her leg for a slide tackle, tripping up The Governor, and sending him flying off the table and crashing into the floor.

The operative breathed heavily as she took in the sight of her work. With a brief moment of rest done and over with, the operative approached the groaning authority figure. Standing over him, the operative reached down and pulled him up slightly by the back of his collar. Without a word, the operative slammed him back into the floor.

"Who are you?" one of the workers in the corner asked, causing the others' eyes to widen in shock as one of their number intentionally drew the operative's attention their way.

"Numbuh C4 of The Kids Next Door." The operative smirked. She returned her attention down to the pained government figure and spoke harshly. "Don't forget, Governor. Don't ever forget this. Because we'll be watching you closely from now on."

Numbuh C4 spun on her heel and calmly walked towards the exit. "In other words: take your school reforms and shove them where the sun don't shine."

"Mission accomplished." Numbuh C4 spoke into her collar as she walked out the Country Club's front door.

"Excellent, Numbuh C4." A voice emitted from her collar. "Was it a memorable experience for our newly re-elected Governor?"

"I think I did." Numbuh C4 downplayed the ordeal. "I'll give you the play by play in person, Mrs. Newly appointed Spy Sector Leader." Numbuh C4 laughed.

"See you soon, Carol." The voice laughed.

"Heading back up now, Rachel. Numbuh C4 out."

Thank you! Yes 'YOU'! Thank 'YOU' for reading the first chapter of Numbuh C4! I hope you liked it. 'Til Next Time, later days!