'Operatives come and go,'

A ten year old with dirty blonde hair, brown t-shirt, blue pants and buck teeth sat behind a desk as he stared out a circular window.

'Besides being the Supreme Leader's kid brother, what makes you so special?'

The buck-tooth kid closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. His eyes opened and he took in countless stars shining bright in the darkness of the endless void.

'He proved himself in Arctic Numbuh 5, he was the Sector W leader for a reason.'

'He's nuthin' more than a nuisance at this point. How can Numbuh 5 trust him with interactin' with others if he won't let them near him?'

The kid's eyes sagged as the blue and green planet slowly began to come into view.

''Don't touch me', 'Don't touch me', the brats a one trick pony, nuthin' more.'

The boy's mind began to wander about to recent events, events that none could have predicted. He inhaled the recycled, processed air in the office then exhaled.

'His sister, probably the best Supreme Leader throughout the history of the KND, just got decommed…and now you want to throw him into the chamber too?'

The kid spun around in his chair, quickly grabbing several documents on his desk in a single fluid motion.

'Psychological trauma, not a fear of germs, well that's my diagnosis.'

The kid looked over the mission reports written in crayon. He sighed, more than half the missions in the last month had resulted in failure.

'Is there any real reason why we should let him stay! He was no help to us then and he isn't now!'

The boy looked up to the metal ceiling and sighed once more.

'Tell me, Numbuh 332, tell me why I shouldn't decommission the KND' twice voted most disliked operative!'

The kid set his head on his desk, letting the documents fall out of his hand.

'Because Numbuh 5, because he's earned that much...'

The kid bit his lip, remembering how he hid in a broom closet.

'…I checked the files with what I could salvage from H.E.A.D.S.E.T's remains to see his training files...'

The kid had overheard their exchange. He lifted his head off his desk and sat up on his chair.

'…Unlike Numbuh 1's, his weren't tampered with…'

He was still there for a reason.

'…He earned his right to be here…even more than you and I.'

He was still there for the sole purpose of getting the job done. No room for ego. No room for his own personal problems or his pet peeves.

'…In time he'll realize his place in the grand scheme…we all do eventually grow up…'

A television screen flipped out of the ceiling of the office and descended downwards. The screen buzzed to life as an image of an African American teen sporting sun glasses, black suit and red tie appeared.

"Numbuh Infinity." The kid spoke softly to the screen.

"Numbuh 363, I'd like to extend an invitation to a secret club of mine…the saving childhood kind of club."