A/N: This is my new story. I hope you all like it. Nothing belongs to me except Numbuh 178.

Operation: New Operative Chapter 1: Sector V's New Operative

"Teens Next Door, please report to the debriefing room (A/N: the room with the giant computer screen)." Numbuh 1's voice boomed through the tree house through the loud speakers.

2 minutes later Numbuhs 2-5 were standing in front of their leader.

"What is it Numb... Oh hello Numbuh 362." Numbuh 5 said, saluting to the supreme commander.

Numbuh 362 smiled at her. "Do you want to tell them, or should I, Numbuh 1?"

"I will." Numbuh 1 said. He cleared his throat and looked at his teammates. "Well guys, it seems that there is a new operative who has moved from her old sector. As she's moved to our town, Numbuh 362 says she'll be moved into our sector."

Numbuh 4's mouth hung open. "You're kidding right? I mean we've been a team for 8 years. Since we were 7 and we've never had anyone else. I think you should tell the Sheila to get moved into another sector." The Aussie said.

Numbuhs 2 and 3 nodded in agreement and even Numbuh 5 looked like she agreed with them. A little bit at least.

Numbuh 362 frowned. "Come on guys. That's mean. I've met her personally, she's really nice. But look at this way. Give her...2 months. Then if you still feel uncomfortable, I'll move her to another sector. How does that sound?"

Numbuh 5 shrugged. "I guess it'll be ok. But you promise if it's awkward at the end of 2 months, she'll leave?"

The Supreme Commander nodded.

"Ok then Numbuh 5's alright with it."

Numbuhs 2-4 nodded grudgingly.

"Ok now can you tell us a little bit about her?" Numbuh 1 asked. "And when she's coming."

Numbuh 362 looked down at a folder in her hands. "Her name is Casey Robins, she's 15, our age, and she's moved from Canada. She should arrive at your tree house tomorrow morning. She's also been trained as a spy/cook. Sector T, her old Sector, said her cooking is amazing." Numbuh 362 ended it with a smile.

"Um...what Numbuh is she?" Numbuh 3 asked.

Numbuh 362's cheeks turned red. "Oh yeah. I forgot. She's Numbuh 178..."

Numbuh 5 looked up quickly. "Numbuh 178?" Now she looked interested.

Suddenly a shriek came through from Numbuh 362's side. "Er I gotta go now. Numbuh 86 is interrogating new recruits. I have to make sure that she isn't scaring them to death. Bye and be nice to Numbuh 178."

Suddenly the words End Transmission scrolled across the screen.

"This is bad." Numbuh 4 said.

Numbuh 1 rolled his eyes. "Come on Numbuh 4, give her a chance. You haven't even met her and you're already judging her."

Numbuh 4 shrugged.

"Well, Numbuh 5 thinks it may not be to bad. Come on Numbuh 3, let's go clean out the spare bedroom."

Numbuh 3 nodded and followed Numbuh 5 out of the room. Numbuh 1 glared at Numbuhs 4 and 2 and left the room.

"I don't like this." Numbuh 4 said to Numbuh 2.

"You already said that." The pilot pointed out.

"I have an idea. If we make her feel unwelcome, then she'll want to leave. You in on helping me?"

Numbuh 2 looked uncomfortable. "Well I guess, but I'm not going to do anything really mean."

Numbuh 4 shrugged.

"Fine, now here's what we're going to do."

He pulled the tall, slim boy and started whispering in his ear.

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