Wally stepped off the train. He was back in his old town, home of Sector V. It was his 17th Birthday. Four years, he had been an undercover KND Teen Agent. Wally was the last of his team to be "Decommissioned". They all still worked together, except for Number 1 who had joined the GKND several years before. Sector V was moved underground. Wally had just returned from a 3 year long reconaisance mission in New Orleans. Something about Chris Hansen going AWOL and molesting a bunch of operatives in the area. Wally looked at his W.A.T.C.H. (Wicked Awesome Technological Clock Hologram). The date: May 18th, 2015. 7:59 PM.

Wally began to walk around the neighborhood, towards the new site of Sector V.

Man, this place has really gone to shit... thought Wally as he walked down the street. He noticed various locks on people's doors, dead guy chalk outlines on the sidewalk, even a blood stain or two.

It's a freakin' Murder Scene...

Wally took out is iPod and began listening as he walked.

{Song: Give 'Em Hell, Kid by MCR}

"Oh baby here comes the sound!
I took a train outta New Orleans and they shot me full of ephedrine!
This is how we like to do it in the Murder Scene!
Can we settle up the score?

If you, were here, I'd never have a fear!
So go on, live your life!
But I miss you more than I did yesterday!"

Wally passed the Elementary School. He had so many memories there. As he approached the Mini Mart, a growing sense of nostalgia grew deep inside him. He went out behind the Mini Mart to a Telephone Booth. He stepped inside, and dialed a number.

#4

The floor under him opened, and he fell through down the shoot. He landed on a large worn out trampoline, safe and sound. He hopped off the trampoline, and stepped up to locked door. He put his eye up to the retnal scanner, and the door unlocked. He pushed open the door and stepped inside. He was expecting to be greeted by his old friends, but found no one.

"Hmm...maybe there all out on a mission or someth-"

"FREEZE ADULT SCUM!" yelled a familiar voice. Wally recognized it as Kuki's, his old love and fellow operative. He was wearing a dark orange hoodie, with a black jacket over it. His hood was up, so Kuki didn't recognize him.

"Kuki! Put the gun down! It's me, Wallaby!" said Wally as he took off his hood. Kuki was awestruck at his appearance. Wally had grown at least several inches since they last saw each other. He had various scars throughout his face, obviously from various battles.

"W-Wally?"

"That's my name, don't wear it out."

"I missed you so much! I'm so glad your alive!" said Kuki embracing Wally in a death hug.

"I missed you too, Kuks..."

"I thought y-you were dead..." said Kuki, beginning to tear up. Wally lifted her head and kissed her on the lips.

"I'm here, Kuki, I'm not dead. I'll always be there for you."

"Y-You mean that?"

"Have I ever lied to you?"

"On several occas-"

"Don't answer that."

Kuki giggled.

"You haven't changed a bit, Wally."

"Where are the others?"

"Oh, there on a mission. The Toilenator's been stealing toilet paper again so they went to go kick his sorry ass." said Kuki.

"Well, nothing here's seemed to change."

Kuki giggled once more.

"I love you, Wally..."

"I love you too, Kuki."