FULL SUMMARY:

It's been five years since the events in Operation I.N.T.E.R.V.I.E.W.S. , and things are not looking good for the Kids Next Door. Their Supreme Leader, Numbuh 5, has been decommissioned, and no one is ready to take her place. What's worse, Father and The Steve, aided by the Teen Ninjas, know the KND are at a weak state and taking advantage of the situation. They've declared war on the KND, who are in no condition to fight.

An old ally comes to their rescue, recruiting old operatives into the newly founded Teens Next Door by recommissioning them. She's gathered some of the most brilliant minds the KND have ever had, including their last Supreme Leader and her old sector. However, there is still one ally they can't win the war without, one no one has seen in years. With Sector V sent out to find him, and Father's army approaching steadily, will they find him in time? Or will this truly be the end of the Kids Next Door?

This is sort of half author's note, half prologue to the story. I need to clear a few things up for you guys before you start reading.

- All the chapters are in 3rd person POV, limited to Sector V.

- I realized there is already a fan fic out there with a similar theme (see Operation: ALLIES and Operation: WAR if you're interested). However, my story is the TND against Father and the Teen Ninjas. Kids unrelated to the KND/TND (with some minor exceptions) are not included in the war.

- This story, if you haven't already noticed by the extremely short summary, is 5 years after Operation I.N.T.E.R.V.I.E.W.S. If you haven't watched that yet, I suggest you do, because this fic contains spoilers for the movie.

- Because this is 5 years in the future, consider anyone in the KND during the length of the show at age 15 and 16.

- I've included some of my OC's (original characters) into the story, which of course never appeared in the show. They will be introduced and formally explained in later chapters.

- I warn you now, I've never written a battle/war scene in my entire life. So I apologize in advance if any of them are cruddy.

- The cover page for this story can be found on my account at . Search for Genincat, you'll find it (let me know if you have any troubles though, I'll help you out). I will also be drawing a pic of a scene from each chapter, again search for Genincat.

- The prologue below is actually a snippet of a future scene in the story. I guess you can compare it to what Stephanie Meyer does in her Twilight stories (just to clarify, not a fan).

- Side note: I'm currently working on 3 other fics at the moment: Phineas' Other Family (POF) and Say Hello To The Newest Flynn (SHTTNF) are Phineas and Ferb-related. KND Chat Addicts is KND-related. So I'm sorry if either this story or any of the others doesn't get as updated as you'd like it to be. But I'm swamped, since POF and SHTTNF are both nowhere near done, and KND Chat Addicts is on-going and is updated as I come up with ideas.

So, on with the prologue! Sorry, it's kinda short.

There is a hallway, lined with solid concrete and asphalt. No light seems to come in, or some out, of this hallway. A breeze whistles by from an unknown direction, almost as if it is coming from all different directions at once. The ceiling leaks an oozy liquid, which gathers in puddles on the hard, cold floor. If someone was to stand in the middle of this hallway, it would be the only sound they could hear, the liquid drip, drip, dripping on the concrete below.

That is, until a large creak abruptly breaks the silence. A light suddenly fills the hallway, so blinding, and so bright it's almost white in color. That someone in the hallway would have also heard footsteps, both heavy and light. And a very light noise; the only thing that could correctly describe it would be chains clanging against each other.

And suddenly, voices ring through the hallway.

"Alright, move it along!"

"Father doesn't have all day to wait for you worthless operatives!"

"I oughtta give you a piece 'a my mind, "worthless", pfft!"

"Shut it, kid!"

"Do you WANT them to make this any worse, Numbuh 4?!" This one, more of a hushed whisper.

Figures emerge now out of the blinding light. Two are very tall, bulky males, standing behind the others, almost leading them like they were sheepdogs. Their 'sheep' were much smaller than them; two also male, the other two, female. These four were connected at the wrists with handcuffs, which intertwined them all together. They walked with their heads down, hair and hats covering their faces. One would find it nearly impossible to recognize who these four were, in the lighting of the hallway.

One sheepdog grabbed the four's shackles, skidding them to a stop. The other sheepdog walks to the front of them, and shines what appears to be a flashlight into their faces. They each in turn spin their heads around, away from the blinding light. He grabs one by the collar of its shirt, and yells into his face. The others, ignoring the light and the danger to their eyes, turn their heads back to look at the boy being scolded.

And in this dim, dreary hallway, lighted only by the single flashlight in the sheepdog's hand, the fearful, scarred faces of Abigail Lincoln, Hoagie Gilligan, Wallabee Beatles, and Kuki Sanban become visible.