Chapter 2
Sector W, on board the ship, Harvey McKenzie, numbuh 363
He couldn't believe it. His sister, the strongest person that he knew… reduced to this… to looking throughout outer space just to find a boy like him… Harvey didn't know what to think. It was confusing and irking at the same time. Why would she do it was the question.
"H- numbuh 363, are you okay?" Sonya Davis, numbuh 83 asked from behind him.
"Yeah, dude, you okay? You're spacing more than Shawnie does." Patrick Fulbright, aka numbuh 85 added.
"I'm just fine." Harvey muttered.
"We'd better get going, 363. Your sister's gonna kill us if we don't get a move on…" Shawnie Fulbright, numbuh 87 drawled.
Lee Jonson, numbuh 84 shuddered. "Not fun…" he mumbled.
"Well, let's get going then, guys!" Harvey ordered.
Moon Base
Bartie Stork, numbuh 35
He didn't know what he was going on this mission for. All he knew was that when 362 ordered you to accompany her on a mission, you went, no questions asked. He didn't have much to pack. Not at all. His dad wouldn't miss him at all, nor would his mom. Neather of them noticed his existence anyway… both were drunks and in depression. He had nothing to loose and everything to gain… including a girlfriend, and he had his eye on the most perfect girl in the world.. At leas to him. Her name was Virginia and all he knew about her was what he had learned from other operatives. She was a tomboy, and the leading specialist in the KND for making candy bombs. He had once saved the girl from an idiotic teen ninja when they were in the KND. Yeah, his line when he did that was pretty bad… but hey, can you blame a guy for trying? No.
"You ready, 35?" asked the supreme leader herself.
"Yes, ma'am." he replied.
"Then lets get a move on, the others are waiting."
Meanwhile, somewhere in the far reaches of the Galaxy
Nigel Uno, honorary Teen Galactic member Numbuh 1
He was in serious trouble. He was also stranded.
"Crap!" he hissed. This was Not going according to the plan. His teammates were in the coustidy of the intergalactic adults and needed help. The problem was, he was captured as well and was in a high- security cell.
"So, Mr. Uno, Care to tell us what we need to know, or shall we torture it out of you?" his captor sniggered gleefully.
" Never." he snarled
The mysterious figure laughed.
"Have it your way…"
Nigel screamed in pain.
Back on the Moon Base
Spaceship Docks, Terrenda Jacobs, numbuh 1700
"is the ship ready, numbuh 1700?" Rachel asked the head 2X4 mechanic calmly.
"yes, sir, she's as ready as she's gonna get." The girl replied.
"Well, let's get boarded up, people!" Rachel's yell was heard through out the base.
This was it, Terry thought. This was the day that she would finally get away. Terry was exited. Jazzmine wasn't. Terry could see it in her sister's face. Jazz was terrified. They might not make it back. Terry knew that all too well.
"Where the HELL is sector W?" numbuh 362 snarled
"Relax, Rach, we're right here!" Harvey McKenzie, numbuh 363 called as he and the rest of sector W stepped off of their C.O.O.B.U.S.S.
Terry's heart started racing about a kagillian miles per second.
Harvey McKenzie was NOT supposed to be on this mission- or any mission that she was on. This was bad.
"Crap," she hissed , climbing onto the ship to make a last minuet adjustment to it's engine- as slowly as she could. She didn't want to deal with this today…
"Crap." she said again.
She could have sworn that she heard him laughing…
"jackass."
Jazzmine Jacobs, numbuh 1701, still at moon base.
Jazz watched as her twin sister ran into the space ship that she had been working on.
'Wonder what's up with her…' she thought. Until she caught sight of him… Patrick Fulbright. Numbuh 85. This was so not happening.
Quickly she averted her eyes to the boy standing next to him and nearly started laughing. Harvey McKenzie was there too. And he WAS laughing. Then, her eyes went to the supreme leader and saw that she had been joined with numbuh 10- Eva Roberts, and numbuh 74.239, Gabriel Rowdowski who had appeared out of thin air to join them.
"Okay, everyone, we all know why we're going on this mission. Thing is," 362 called, "We've also gotta keep in contact with moon base in case anything goes wrong.
Our Communications spatiality, numbuh 1701 will be in charge of all correspondence matters. Our moon base contacts will be numbuhs 74.239 and 10. From there, we can contact our families only. Is that clear?"
Everyone nodded or mumbled their yes.
"Good, well, uh all aboard, I guess."
Terry came out.
"Everything's in working order and running smoothly, sir." she reported, missing a spot of oil on her face with the hanky that she always carried around with her.
Sonya Davis, numbuh 83, aboard the ship.
This mission was gonna be tough. She was scared to death, inwardly whimpering, wishing that someone could (or would) hold her close in comfort, because she knew that space was a big, dark empty void of nothingness.
Out of the corner of her eye, Rachel T. McKenzie, the former most supreme leader of the KND, now the leader of the TND shuddered. And Sonya got the bad feeling that something big was gonna happen…
…And that something was far from good…
Well, chapter 2 is finally up. Sorry for the wait. Thanks for the reviews. And I'll post 'Bet' soon. I'm still in the process of writing that on. A.O.P is out! Thank you and good night!