Yes, I know I should be working on Out of Mind, but I felt I should at least do these characters some justice before their appearences in the Out of Mind universe, and what better way than this.
5 Years Before Operation: Z.E.R.O.
"Tell me Icarus, how long do you think you can get away with this?" a teenager wearing a baseball cap asked uneasily.
"Not long dear boy" the Adult responded. The Adult unsheathed his sword from his Cain and pointed it at the teenager's throat. "I am aware of this so called Kids Next Door, and that you yourself are a member despite your age." The adult needed no conformation, this was about the third teen spy he'd caught this week, and the most successful out of them all. "Now tell me, how long do you expect to live?"
"Depends, how long do you think it'll be before the KND stop your demented pla-" Before he could finish his sentence, the teenager was slashed across his throat and he bled out instantly.
"How pitiful" the adult muttered as the teen's body collapsed onto the metal floor. "Technician report" the Adult called to a lab coat wearing henchmen.
"He managed to transmit quite a bit of data but not anything that'll lead them to our secret base" the Technician answered nervously.
"Well then" the Adult began "I want the machine online in five days, and Technician."
"Yes sir?"
"Send a letter to this boy's family; tell them that he died while interning at one of our factories."
"Which factory sir?"
"Use your imagination."
Moon Base, Same Exact Time
"Sir we've lost contact with our teen operative" a girl with coffee mug goggles called out to a boy with a pot over his head.
"Again?" the boy asked dully. This was the third operative this week.
"Yes sir, the former Numbuh 343, Marty Clark, but just before the feed was cut he transmitted us a few pictures."
"Display images now" the boy commanded. The images then appeared on a huge screen for everyone to see. "Tell me Numbuh 7127…what are those?" the boy pointed to the vague images of pillars and machinery.
"I don't know sir, but whatever they are they were worth silencing our teen operatives" the girl said sadly.
"Numbuh 7127, I want our operatives last transmission tracked ASA Now" the boy commanded from his chair.
"Yes sir."
"Numbuh 5252 put together a strike force comprised of veterans not any of our new operatives, they aren't ready for this kind of mission."
"It'll be tough to find so Sixth Agers at a time like this" a boy with a buzz cut complained.
"Just do it Numbuh 5252!"
"Sir I've got the location where our operative transmitted the images!" Numbuh 7127 smirked with pride.
"Good job Quin, Jefferies what about you?" the boy with the pot over his head asked.
"I got quite a few but who do you want?"
"All of them."
"All of them sir?"
"Yes Jefferies…all of them."
*Beep*
*Beep*
"This is horrible timing" a boy with black curly hair muttered as he picked up the communicator. "This is Numbuh 1772 of Sector Q over."
"Numbuh 1772, Numbuh 100 has called an emergency meeting and requests you and your Sector to be there" Numbuh 5252 said over the caller end of the line.
"Yeah Jefferies this is a really bad time" Numbuh 1772 said as he held on to his seat for dear life.
"Why…?" Numbuh 5252 asked.
Numbuh 1772 was about to answer just as another laser bolt struck the 2x4 helicopter. Numbuh 1772 poked his head out of the helicopter to see a flying Moose chasing them. "He's still following us!"
"I know, I know, sheesh!" the pilot yelled from the pilot seat. "Don't worry guys I know some maneuvers, we'll lose him!" The helicopter then slowly drifted towards the right, avoiding some laser blasts.
"…Really?" Numbuh 1772 asked disbelievingly "All you did was drift lazily to the right!"
"Yes and now we aren't getting shot as much, now can one of you shoot that Moose!" the pilot yelled.
"Don't worry I got him!" a boy with dirty blond hair yelled. He positioned the 2x4 helicopters on board turret toward the Moose and pulled the trigger. "Get slagged you salt licker!" The boy shot wildly at the Moose who simply turned intangible. "Whoa…that's a new one."
"Wait what happened?" a roundish boy with glasses asked his friend.
"Looks like our old friend The Moose picked up a new trick" the blond said in his attempt at a Canadian accent.
"Whelp that's just great." The boy took out a pair of silver pipe like gauntlets and quickly put them on. "Cover your ears; I'm going to give this moose one painful head ache!"
The boys' team mates did as they were told and covered their ears. The boy raised his arms in the direction of The Moose and tapped his palms. The gauntlets then sent out a high harmonic pitch, causing The Moose to go crazy and fly away from the operatives. The boy the deactivated his sonic gauntlets and set them aside.
"Well that was fun" Numbuh 1772 said sarcastically.
"That Moose hates me and I don't know why!" the blond spoke up from his position at the helicopters turret.
"A lot of things hate you Koda and just one of those things happened to be a super powered Moose with a vendetta" the pilot let out a laugh from his team mate's misfortune.
Numbuh 1772 shook his head before speaking, "Numbuh 5252 just called…apparently we're wanted on the Moon Base, something very urgent."
"We'll stop by the tree house and grab a S.C.A.M.P.E.R., the R.E.H.V.A.N.E. wasn't meant for space travel" the pilot pointed out the teams' transportation situation.
"My thoughts exactly, make it happen Numbuh 414!"
"Seriously Mario, we all know each other, we don't have to call each other by our codenames" the round boy stated.
"I'll stop the moment you give up the piano Numbuh 112!"
"Never!"
"Then that's your answer" Mario said as the R.E.H.V.A.N.E. drew ever so closer to the Sector Q tree house.