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Chapter 1
It has been three years since Nigel Uno- also known as Numbuh 1- was sent to space to fight the intergalactic war against adult tyranny. Nigel Uno, now known as leader of sector G-V, has been promoted to honorary teen operative of the Galactic Kids Next Door.
Rachel McKenzie, supreme leader of the Teens Next Door has been searching for information about Numbuh 1 since she had discovered his disappearance from his sector during the last C.A.K.E. operation, about the time of her little brother's decommissioning. (although, contrary to Supreme Leader, Abigail Lincoln- A.K.A Numbuh 5,- thought, he had been recommissioned as a TND operative. She found out later- when she got into the TND.)
It was when she became a TND operative that she found out what had become of the bald boy that she had stupidly fallen in love with. When Abby gave her the glasses that Numbuh 1 always wore. Abby told her exactly what had happened on that fateful day.
And she had been desperately trying to find him since that day. To the point that her two best friends- and fellow operatives, Numbuhs 86 and 60, A.K.A Fanny Fulbright and Patton Drilovski were starting to notice that something was up.
"Rachel, are you okay?" fanny had asked her one day.
"No, Fanny, I'm not."
That effectively ended that conversation. As it did when Patton asked the same thing. Still, desperation did not always pay.
'This,' she thought grimly, 'is one of those times…'
She was face to face with her little brother, Harvey McKenzie. He did not look happy.
"Rachel Terrell McKenzie, what the HELL do you think you're doing? Launching yourself into outer space for that ingrate? ALONE?"
Ahh, so that was it…
"No, Harvey. I'm not going alone. In fact, you and the rest of your sector are coming, too. As well as sector S, the remainder sector V, Numbuh 60, Numbuh 86, numbuh 860, and Numbuh 35." she stated calmly.
All of whom- besides sector W- had already started getting ready for the mission ahead of them.
"All for Numbuh 1? Jesus, Rach! If I didn't know better-"
She cut him off. "My BOSS, who by the way is the HIGHER power, TOLD me to go find him, and the little voice in the back of my mind is telling me that if I don't, something bad is going to happen." she snapped, half lying, praying to god that he wouldn't call her bluff.
"Bull SHIT, Rach! You are the SUPREME LEADER! No one is higher up than you! Not in THIS world."
'Damn him,' she thought. 'Damn him to HELL.'
"Yes, well, as you said, I am the supreme leader. So get your sector ready to go. I have a bad feeling that Numbuh 1 is in trouble. We're going." she snapped
She watched her brother walk away mumbling darkly under his breath.
If not for the fact that she actually had that horrible feeling that something bad was going to happen to him, she would have been laughing her butt off. Not that she had really laughed in three years…
Fanny Fulbright
They all knew that Rachel had fallen in love with the boy, but still… THEY were all were going on an intergalactic mission (that might just be their last mission ever) to FIND the boy? Yeah, maybe she had the freaky gut- feeling that something was going wrong herself, but…. Well, that only worked with Patton. she don't know why, it just did.
Speaking of Patton…
"Hey, are you ready yet? It's almost time to go, and Rach wanted us there by 6:00." the voice came from the ever present pouch that she wore on her hip. From her walky- talky. She knew from the sound that it was Patton. He was probably at the docking level of the moon base
"Yes, Numbuh 60. I'm ready. I'll be right there." she answered.
She was extremely nervous about going on this mission. Stuck on a ship with (sixteen other operatives including) Patton… for an indefinite amount of time… yeah. That was a scary prospect…
…stuck alone… on a ship… with Patton…
Someone kill her now.
Patton Drilovski
'Ugh,' he thought. 'Stuck on a ship with HER!' Fanny was not a person he wanted to be stuck with on a ship in outer space indefinitely with- but not for the reasons that one would think. Thank god that his sister, Maria, A.K.A Numbuh 680, was coming too. Granted, she was his half- sister… but still. She wouldn't let him loose his head over the beautiful red haired, Irish girl. But then again, maybe not. The ship was huge, and they would all have different jobs on it… he hoped he wasn't anywhere Near the red- head
"Patton, are you okay?" speaking of the devil, here she was.
"I'm okay, thanks, Maria." I said with a half- hearted grin.
Of course, the girl saw right through that look.
"Mmm, Hmm… right. Anyway, you should probably call 86. Make sure she's ready. I gotta go." Maria drawled. "Oh, and TRY to control yourself around her, huh? I really don't wanna walk in on anything on the ship that shouldn't be seen by a newly turned thirteen- year- old's eyes, okay?"
"Ha, ha, Maria. Very funny." he replied dryly, as he took his walky- talkie out.
Sector S
Numbuh 23, Virginia Simms
Why would Numbuh 362 need a candy- bomb- maker on board the mission. Ginny understood the need for her younger twin cousins, Numbuhs 1700 and 1701, but her? No. Speaking of her cousins, Jazzmine walked in her room.
"Everything okay, sis? You look confused." she asked.
"I'm fine, why?" she asked
"Er, well, I heard that Bartie Stork was coming too, and I thought that…" she trailed off, looking at her oldest cousin.
"What?" she yelped. She hadn't known that the boy who had saved her hind end during the disastrous sleepover with numbuh 86.
"Yup," Terry said, walking in.
'Great. Just great.' she thought.
"Well, are you all packed?" she asked. "We need to get going…"
"We're all ready." both girls replied.
"Just let me go get Terry." Jazz said.
Ginny nodded.
Sector V
Abigail Lincoln, numbuh 5
Well, that was it, all of the rest of the bags had been neatly packed. Abby just hoped that some other kids would take on the adults with the all of the closest teams gone. Not that it mattered, because with numbuh 1 gone, it really didn't matter. They had been failing all of their missions sorely. It was kind of pathetic.
"Numbuh 2, are we ready?" the half French girl asked calmly.
"Yeppers," the aviator- who had thinned out greatly over the years- replied
"Right, then, Sector V, Move out!" she yelled as her team boarded the cool buss.
This was gonna be a LONG mission.
(A.N) I didn't want to do Harvey's point of view. This is gonna be a chapter story, and it's definitely taking a while to write. Hope you like the first chapter though. I'll update as soon as I can!