Disclaimer: I do not own Kids next door, that's is all posessed by Mr. Warburton. I do posses Ms. Tistenbaum and Mr. Grifoth.
Operation: REUNITED
Recent
Event
Unites
Numbuh's
In
This
Exciting
Drama
CHAPTER ONE - DISCOVERY
Nigel Uno sighed, tapping his fingers to the beat of the techno music on the radio. The music was quiet because of the time of night, 11:45 PM. Why did he have to get up at quarter to twleve to go to work? This was perposterous! He had to obey though, his boss would definitely fire him if he didn't.
Nigel's boss was a nice but picky man, if you were late or refused to come then you'd get a serious consequence. He shivered at the thought. His mother had told him that bosses were crude, but she wasn't totally correct. Of course it depended on the person he was talking to, because Nigel happened to be one of the best.
He snapped away from his thoughts as the traffic light in front of him turned green. The music on the radio stopped and a weather reporter was now speaking. " Tommorrow night there will be lots of rain pouring down over Brooklyn, along with some snow after that. It's gonna be a white Christmas folks. You can be sure- "
Nigel had shut off the radio as he turned the corner, making it screetch as he suddenly parked his car in front of a brightly lit building.
He stepped out, closing the door behind him and quickly scanning his Honda convertable for scratches.
Nigel was a tall man about 6' 5''. He wore a light blue dress shirt unbuttoned a bit at the collar, and black dress pants. He also wore tan stylish boots. Over his clothes he wore a long black trench coat from the cold. His head was shaved bald, and he wore a pair of sunglasses over his eyes that he never seemed to remove. Some said that it had to do with something that had happened in his past, but whenever they asked him he gave them a cold stare as if to change the conversation. He was a man of mysteries, and very young of age. He had graduated from Princeton and chose to become a a spy for the government.
Nigel spun his keys around his finger cooly, stepping up to the building entrance. A tall Christmas tree was shining in the front room as he entered, a beautiful glass angel hung on the top like a ray of hope. Something about Christmas always made him uneasy, because since his childhood he had never known anyone he was close to to give a present.
" Hello there Mr. Uno, " a perfectly shaped woman with curly red hair greeted him at the front desk. This girl, Ms. Tistenbaum she was called, was the most flirtacious lady he'd ever known. She'd always ask younger men if they were single, even though she was already married herself.
Nigel nodded to her and smiled, " Hello. I'm here to see Mr. Grifoth. "
Ms. Tistenbaum grinned at the sound of his attractive British accent, looking him up and down flirtaciously. Without even looking at the sheet in front of her she replied, " Looks like you've got an appointment sweetheart...go right ahead. "
Nigel nodded once more and smiled, obviously you could tell he wasn't to good with the ladies. He went toward the left hall, looking at his paper with the directions. He always seened to get lost in this building. He remembered going to the bathroom and it took him 45 minutes to find his own office again.
He stopped in front of an elevator, pressing the up button as he watched the floor number stop at one. He hated that number, it reminded him to much of his past. Nigel believed that the past was something that could haunt you forever if you didn't live it right, that's exactly what he had done.
Nigel stepped into the elevator, pressing the fifth floor button on the panel. The elevator music made him sleepy, but he tried to keep himself from passing out on the floor. The loud ring of the elevator reaching its target helped him regain his composure.
He stepped off of the elevator, walking out to a large hallway with several important rooms. He looked once more on the paper for the room number, and walked far down the hall. He stopped in front of a door labeled, ' Captain Timothy Grifoth '.
Nigel knocked on the door timidly.
" Yeah? Come on in! " a deep demanding voice spoke from inside.
He opened the door, poking his head through.
" NIGEL! " Mr. Grifoth spoke joyfully, making the young spy more comfortable.
Nigel opened the door all they way, walking in and shutting it behind him. Yet he wasn't prepared for a giant hug from his giant boss.
Mr. Grifoth was a large and short man, who always seemed to be in a cheery mood. The odd thing was he was loosing his sight, and would no longer be around to help Nigel out anymore. Yet the old man always seemed to see the bright side of everything. " Sit down ", he encouraged, sitting down in his own seat behind his own desk.
Nigel sat down in a chair in front of the desk. He tried to get comfortable, because conversations with the boss were always long.
" I've got some good news my friend! " Mr. Grifoth smiled, folding his hands over the desk.
Nigel nodded, " Continue...I'm extremely curious at why I was awoken at 11:30 at night. " There was a smart attitude in his voice but Mr. Grifoth ignored it.
" Your being assigned a new mission, " his boss replied, an intelligent sound to his tone.
Nigel was surprised, this early? He hadn't finished his last one.
" Your last assignment, " Mr. Grifoth continued, " Has been assigned to a new agent, we need your help somewhere else ".
The young agent was now even more curious, what could be so important?
" Could you clue me in on this new assignment? " Nigel asked.
Mr. Grifoth's mustache twitched, " I'm not supposed to let you know ahead of time, but if you promise not to tell then I will ".
Nigel nodded in agreement.
Mr. Grifoth kept his voice low, afraid someone may be listening. " The mayor of New York City has been recently murdered ".
Nigel's expression changed from curious to highly shocked, " But why? "
" That's what your job is, to find out who and why ", Mr. Grifoth answered. " Oh! " he added, " I have recently recieved information that a young lady your age who has recently become part of our organization will be joining you for her first mission, I have no idea what her name is though ".
The young agent sighed, " Not an amatuer, why me? "
" Because your the best teacher for her ".
Nigel agreed with that unfortunately, standing up from his chair, " Well...I must be going now ".
" Wait! ", Mr. Grifoth spoke as Nigel began to leave, " Meet me out front at 8:00 in the morning . OK? "
The young agent nodded, " You got it sir ". He closed the door as he left
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" An amatuer! Why me? It's like teaching a bunch of first graders! " he growled to himself as he drove his car down the block to his appartment.
Yet it didn't really matter, as long as he got some sleep.
But him teaching someone...he couldn't teach his way out of a paper bag.
He was awoken from his thoughts by the ringing of his cellphone.
" Yeah? Nigel Uno here ".
" Nigel! I just found out the name of the lady your assigned with! " Mr. Grifoth yelled euphorically on the other end.
The young agent sighed, " How...that was fast ".
Mr. Grifoth laughed, " It was in front of me the whole time! I recieved a stack of files this morning and she was on the top! "
" So who is she? " Nigel asked impatiently.
The sound of papers being shuffled was heard on the other line. " Her name is Kuki...Kuki Sanban ".
The phone slid from Nigel's hand and crashed to the floor.
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whudda ya think? I know it sucks big time...it'll get better though ^.^
Operation: REUNITED
Recent
Event
Unites
Numbuh's
In
This
Exciting
Drama
CHAPTER ONE - DISCOVERY
Nigel Uno sighed, tapping his fingers to the beat of the techno music on the radio. The music was quiet because of the time of night, 11:45 PM. Why did he have to get up at quarter to twleve to go to work? This was perposterous! He had to obey though, his boss would definitely fire him if he didn't.
Nigel's boss was a nice but picky man, if you were late or refused to come then you'd get a serious consequence. He shivered at the thought. His mother had told him that bosses were crude, but she wasn't totally correct. Of course it depended on the person he was talking to, because Nigel happened to be one of the best.
He snapped away from his thoughts as the traffic light in front of him turned green. The music on the radio stopped and a weather reporter was now speaking. " Tommorrow night there will be lots of rain pouring down over Brooklyn, along with some snow after that. It's gonna be a white Christmas folks. You can be sure- "
Nigel had shut off the radio as he turned the corner, making it screetch as he suddenly parked his car in front of a brightly lit building.
He stepped out, closing the door behind him and quickly scanning his Honda convertable for scratches.
Nigel was a tall man about 6' 5''. He wore a light blue dress shirt unbuttoned a bit at the collar, and black dress pants. He also wore tan stylish boots. Over his clothes he wore a long black trench coat from the cold. His head was shaved bald, and he wore a pair of sunglasses over his eyes that he never seemed to remove. Some said that it had to do with something that had happened in his past, but whenever they asked him he gave them a cold stare as if to change the conversation. He was a man of mysteries, and very young of age. He had graduated from Princeton and chose to become a a spy for the government.
Nigel spun his keys around his finger cooly, stepping up to the building entrance. A tall Christmas tree was shining in the front room as he entered, a beautiful glass angel hung on the top like a ray of hope. Something about Christmas always made him uneasy, because since his childhood he had never known anyone he was close to to give a present.
" Hello there Mr. Uno, " a perfectly shaped woman with curly red hair greeted him at the front desk. This girl, Ms. Tistenbaum she was called, was the most flirtacious lady he'd ever known. She'd always ask younger men if they were single, even though she was already married herself.
Nigel nodded to her and smiled, " Hello. I'm here to see Mr. Grifoth. "
Ms. Tistenbaum grinned at the sound of his attractive British accent, looking him up and down flirtaciously. Without even looking at the sheet in front of her she replied, " Looks like you've got an appointment sweetheart...go right ahead. "
Nigel nodded once more and smiled, obviously you could tell he wasn't to good with the ladies. He went toward the left hall, looking at his paper with the directions. He always seened to get lost in this building. He remembered going to the bathroom and it took him 45 minutes to find his own office again.
He stopped in front of an elevator, pressing the up button as he watched the floor number stop at one. He hated that number, it reminded him to much of his past. Nigel believed that the past was something that could haunt you forever if you didn't live it right, that's exactly what he had done.
Nigel stepped into the elevator, pressing the fifth floor button on the panel. The elevator music made him sleepy, but he tried to keep himself from passing out on the floor. The loud ring of the elevator reaching its target helped him regain his composure.
He stepped off of the elevator, walking out to a large hallway with several important rooms. He looked once more on the paper for the room number, and walked far down the hall. He stopped in front of a door labeled, ' Captain Timothy Grifoth '.
Nigel knocked on the door timidly.
" Yeah? Come on in! " a deep demanding voice spoke from inside.
He opened the door, poking his head through.
" NIGEL! " Mr. Grifoth spoke joyfully, making the young spy more comfortable.
Nigel opened the door all they way, walking in and shutting it behind him. Yet he wasn't prepared for a giant hug from his giant boss.
Mr. Grifoth was a large and short man, who always seemed to be in a cheery mood. The odd thing was he was loosing his sight, and would no longer be around to help Nigel out anymore. Yet the old man always seemed to see the bright side of everything. " Sit down ", he encouraged, sitting down in his own seat behind his own desk.
Nigel sat down in a chair in front of the desk. He tried to get comfortable, because conversations with the boss were always long.
" I've got some good news my friend! " Mr. Grifoth smiled, folding his hands over the desk.
Nigel nodded, " Continue...I'm extremely curious at why I was awoken at 11:30 at night. " There was a smart attitude in his voice but Mr. Grifoth ignored it.
" Your being assigned a new mission, " his boss replied, an intelligent sound to his tone.
Nigel was surprised, this early? He hadn't finished his last one.
" Your last assignment, " Mr. Grifoth continued, " Has been assigned to a new agent, we need your help somewhere else ".
The young agent was now even more curious, what could be so important?
" Could you clue me in on this new assignment? " Nigel asked.
Mr. Grifoth's mustache twitched, " I'm not supposed to let you know ahead of time, but if you promise not to tell then I will ".
Nigel nodded in agreement.
Mr. Grifoth kept his voice low, afraid someone may be listening. " The mayor of New York City has been recently murdered ".
Nigel's expression changed from curious to highly shocked, " But why? "
" That's what your job is, to find out who and why ", Mr. Grifoth answered. " Oh! " he added, " I have recently recieved information that a young lady your age who has recently become part of our organization will be joining you for her first mission, I have no idea what her name is though ".
The young agent sighed, " Not an amatuer, why me? "
" Because your the best teacher for her ".
Nigel agreed with that unfortunately, standing up from his chair, " Well...I must be going now ".
" Wait! ", Mr. Grifoth spoke as Nigel began to leave, " Meet me out front at 8:00 in the morning . OK? "
The young agent nodded, " You got it sir ". He closed the door as he left
_______________________________________
" An amatuer! Why me? It's like teaching a bunch of first graders! " he growled to himself as he drove his car down the block to his appartment.
Yet it didn't really matter, as long as he got some sleep.
But him teaching someone...he couldn't teach his way out of a paper bag.
He was awoken from his thoughts by the ringing of his cellphone.
" Yeah? Nigel Uno here ".
" Nigel! I just found out the name of the lady your assigned with! " Mr. Grifoth yelled euphorically on the other end.
The young agent sighed, " How...that was fast ".
Mr. Grifoth laughed, " It was in front of me the whole time! I recieved a stack of files this morning and she was on the top! "
" So who is she? " Nigel asked impatiently.
The sound of papers being shuffled was heard on the other line. " Her name is Kuki...Kuki Sanban ".
The phone slid from Nigel's hand and crashed to the floor.
********
whudda ya think? I know it sucks big time...it'll get better though ^.^