I apologies for this not coming out sooner. I ran into a snag, Windows 10 removed Microsoft word from my laptop and I only recently got everything back. But enough about that! Welcome to the 2nd chapter of Numbuh C4! (Other title: Numbuh C4: In Service of the KND).

KND Online Hub

Numbuh 63 was short, often unassuming, and a tech wizard who specialized in repairing broken game stations. It wasn't a surprise when he got the call to head down from his neighborhood in Queens to the Online Hub. It went as it did every other time, Numbuh 50 would hysterically call him up, something about circuitry in the rigged Xbox going haywire.

So here he was, on call standing in an elevator going to do a job that would normally pay ten bucks for free. "Darn it, Josie." Numbuh 63 huffed. "This is why you never mix friends and clients." He muttered to himself.

The elevator doors slid open, Numbuh 63 stepped off, lugging his bag of tools with him. "Alright, what happened this time?"

Numbuh 50 sat sideways in a bean bag chair, sipping from her soda as she played with her controller settings. "About time you got here, Darius." Numbuh 50 spoke without looking at Numbuh 63. "Here." Numbuh 50 reached down beside her foot and tossed a wireless controller at him.

Numbuh 63 caught the controller. He looked at it puzzled, on the phone he was told to repair the console itself, not an accessory. Numbuh 63 started to form a question, only to be cut off by Numbuh 50.

"Come on, I need a player two." She muttered as she synced her controller with the Xbox.

"You needed a player two?" Numbuh 63 asked disbelievingly. "Josie!" He shouted angrily. "I live in Queens! Do you know how long it takes to get down here?"

"Two minutes?" Numbuh 50 shrugged.

"I take the bus!" Numbuh 63 threw his tool bag to the ground. "I sat beside some guy with a tinfoil hat! He smelled!"

"Well you're here now." Numbuh 50 burped. "You playing or not?"

Numbuh 63 took a deep breath. He exhaled and took a seat beside Numbuh 50. "Dibs on player one."

"I invited you, you're player two."

Kids Next Door Moon Base

The Kids Next Door was in the midst of a changing of the guard of sorts. Numbuh 274 was nearing his one year anniversary as Supreme Leader. Positions of power once filled by the corrupt remained to be filled. Numbuh 86 had recently assumed the position of Head of Decommissioning after the former operative in charge was outed as a teenager in disguise. After such revelations of unimaginable betrayals the Kids Next Door needed a moment to get things straight, they all needed time to let the shocking events settle so they could all move on.

But things finally looked up to Numbuh C4 as she found herself walking through the metal plated halls of the Moon Base. Operatives were socializing again. Numbuh C4's age gifted her with height compared to her juniors. She could look overhead and see operatives down the hall laughing at a joke.

Numbuh C4 made a left turn, walking past an unmanned security checkpoint. The Decommissioning Squad wasn't the only KND branch that was infiltrated by teen operatives. Their former leader, Numbuh 206 was willingly working for the teens. He ultimately went missing while all the other operatives in the Spy Sector in league with the Teens were rounded up and sentenced to Immediate Decommissioning.

At least half the Sector was mind wiped, that left a lot of open positions, and barely enough operatives to carry out the day to day work. Numbuh C4 waved to an operative standing outside the Spy Sector entrance. The boy lowered the high powered bread launcher in his hands and waved back.

The boy was Numbuh 802, a field operative like Numbuh C4. With all the recent shake ups in the chain of command, personnel reassignments were common sights. One day Numbuh 802 was out in the field infiltrating the most dangerous of Adult Instillations, now he was just a kid with a gun standing outside of a door.

"I heard it went well." Numbuh 802 commented as Numbuh C4 walked by.

"You had to be there." Numbuh C4 cracked a smile as she continued on her way for her meeting.

The Spy Sector was based on The Moon Base for two reasons. The first being to keep the activities of the Sector as far away from its enemies as possible. The second reason was to keep the Spy Sector close for the Supreme Leader to monitor. Given recent events, the second reason was downright laughable.

Numbuh C4 quietly laughed as she passed by an operative who was removing a framed photo of Numbuh 206 from a wall. Beside the operative on the floor was a framed photo of Numbuh 362, the new Spy Sector Leader.

It was an easy choice to make, when it came to finding a replacement for Numbuh 206. Numbuh C4 mused. Numbuh 362 and Numbuh C4 were partners in the field. They'd have been best friends if it wasn't for Numbuh 86 filling that position in Numbuh 362's inner circle.

Numbuh C4 had been there by Numbuh 362's side since the beginning, it wasn't a surprise when Numbuh 274 came to them in the cafeteria three decks below and publically offered her the job.

Numbuh C4 walked up to the Spy Sector front desk, which was manned by a plain looking nine year old. He wore a yellow vest with his code number stitched on. "Hey Isaac." Numbuh C4 greeted the boy.

"Carol!" The boy brightened up, flashing Numbuh C4 a toothy grin. "Numbuh 362's waiting inside for you." The boy, Isaac, gestured over his shoulder to the door behind him.

"Thanks." Numbuh C4 walked off past Isaac, making her way towards the door. She pushed it open, finding Numbuh 362 sitting behind a desk typing on a computer.

"Hey Rachel." Numbuh C4 smiled.

Numbuh 362 looked away from her monitor and over to Numbuh C4. The look on her face was one glad to find a distraction. "Carol. You look like crud." Numbuh 362 remarked, gesturing to the slight bruising on Numbuh C4's face.

"I've had worse." Numbuh C4 shrugged.

"Please, sit." Numbuh 362 motioned to the chair opposite of her on the other side of the desk.

"Mission was a success." Numbuh C4 said, taking a seat. Numbuh C4 reached into her jacket pocket, removing the contents and placing it on the desk. "One Audio Recorder. With our fair Governor's self-made declaration of intent."

"Excellent." Numbuh 362 grabbed the recorder and held it up. She hit the eject button, popping out the tape. "We'll send this up to Numbuh 274, he and the rest of Global Command will use this new information to formulate a proper response."

"Any chance we can speed it up?" Numbuh C4 leaned forward. "No doubt we've got a cell in Arctic that would be happy to hold the jerk."

Numbuh 362 set the tape aside, placing the recorder back on the desk and slid it to Numbuh C4. Numbuh C4 could see the look on Numbuh 362's face changing, her eyes looking at her as a subordinate, not as equals.

"Governor Finch is a 'Politician', any action taken against him will be seen as an act of terror." Numbuh 362 spoke sharply, holding an authoritative tone. "Handling him will take expert precision. Our tacticians will take the information you've provided into consideration. Then we'll move on from there."

Numbuh C4 sat back in her seat, taken off guard by Numbuh 362's tone. "…You okay, Rache?" Numbuh C4 asked meekly, giving her commanding officer a concerned look.

Numbuh 362 leaned back in her seat and sighed. "Sorry if I don't seem like myself." Numbuh 362 glance upward at the ceiling. "The job demands a lot."

"Take a break then." Numbuh C4 suggested.

"Have you seen how bad a shape we are?" Numbuh 362 rhetorically asked. "I can't afford a break. There's too much to do. Too much requisition forms to sign, too many meetings with KND Internal Affairs."

"That brings me with the next topic of this meeting." Numbuh 362 reached into her desk, grabbing a vanilla folder with Numbuh C4's code number stamped on it. "As it is, we all can't afford breaks. Your next assignment begins now."

Numbuh 362 slid the folder to Numbuh C4. She opened the folder, finding several documents on with the word 'Leviathan' littered throughout the folder. "We checked Numbuh 206's computer. Before going MIA he must've forgotten to scrub it. We found a mother lode of incriminating evidence directed at Sector Leaders, Ice Cream Overseers, even Load Masters in the Bike Hub."

"That word, 'Leviathan', was commonly mentioned whenever Numbuh 206 communicated with the operatives."

Numbuh C4 looked over the documents, some of which appeared to be transcripts of online chat between Numbuh 206 and presumably Numbuh 11. "I can't believe how far this goes back."

Numbuh 362 nodded. "And to think he had us go after Numbuh 11 to cover his butt."

Numbuh C4 shook her head. "He knew Numbuh 274 was onto him. It just sucks when you look back and realize we we're doing his dirty work." Numbuh C4 set the contents back within the folder, making a mental reminder to read through its entirety at a later point in time. "So, what's the assignment?"

Numbuh 362 smirked. "To the point as always?"

"I take after a friend of mine." Numbuh C4 smiled.

"Your mission, Numbuh C4, is to investigate into this 'Leviathan', and determine whether its existence threatens the Kids Next Door." Numbuh 362 said, once more in an authoritative tone, a tone Numbuh C4 recognized as one she'd have to get used to sooner or later. "We even got a place for you to start. Report to Isaac outside, he'll get you what you need."

"Before all this we didn't need a middle man to get our guns." Numbuh C4 commented as she stood to leave.

"Before all of 'this', the Spy Sector wasn't a synonym to Benedict Arnold." Numbuh 362 frowned. "Now get going! Numbuh 274 wants this taken care of as soon as possible!"

"Rachel and Chad sitting in a tree." Numbuh C4 sang.

"Get Out!" Numbuh 362 shouted as she blushed. "You have a mission and I have paper work! Very sharp paper work that I can throw! Now get out!"

Numbuh C4 laughed as she skipped out the office. "K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"

"Grrrr!" Numbuh 362 pounded on her desk.

Numbuh C4 rounded the front desk, approaching it from the front. Isaac looked up from the computer screen and smiled once more. "'Sup."

"Numbuh 362 told me to report to you." Numbuh C4 put a hand on her hip as she shifted her weight to one of her legs. "I need a weapon."

"Right this way." Isaac stood from his chair. He walked around his desk and proceeded down the hall, waving for Numbuh C4 to follow. "Sadly, until screenings are completed, we don't have access to the KND Global Command database. We do have full access to the armory, although under strict supervision."

"So I'll just find this 'Leviathan' the ol' fashioned way." Numbuh C4 chuckled lightly. "Reading, lots and lots of reading."

KND Online Hub

"BOOYAH!" Numbuh 50 shouted excitedly, jumping up from her seat and dancing in place. "Cap'd that flag like a boss! One girl army! I'm untouchable!"

"You also have cheats enabled." Numbuh 63 said dryly.

Numbuh 63 glanced at the wall clock. He'd been playing games with Numbuh 50 for five hours. If he left now he'd be able to catch the bus home and be there before curfew. "I'm gonna head out, Josie."

"You can't be serious." Numbuh 50 said as she continued her victory dance. "We're on a winning streak!"

"I need to get home, my mom will kill me if I'm late again." Numbuh 63 stood up from where he was seated and began to gather his things. "You know how she is."

"I know." Numbuh 50 sighed. "It just gets lonely here, y'know?"

As Numbuh 63 began to form another apology, the wall facing the street outside blew inward, throwing the TV and several Xboxs flying at the pair of operatives. Numbuh 50 lunged at Numbuh 63, pushing him out of harm's way.

Outside the Online Hub, stood a teenager wearing power armor and wielding an underslung rifle with grenade launcher attachment. He teen activated his jets and flew upward.

"'Sup." The teen flew through the hole into the room. "You little brats have been messing with our video games." He said angrily. "No one, messes, with our video games!"

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