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On Earth

"Ughh…." Nigel sighed. "I haven't been in a crash like that since the mission on Typhos" thought Nigel.

Somehow, he had made it. The blasts were bad but Nigel was able to escape.

"Those blasts," thought Nigel "were some kind of phaser-cannon -spec missiles. Like a GKND-KND hybrid design, not totally KND cause that's too advanced for them."

Nigel was perplexed but he had succeeded in going to the one place he sometimes dreaded of going back secretly. Earth.

What if his friends didn't recognize or didn't like him for leaving? What if something happened to his family? What if everybody forgot about him…."Get a hold of yourself!" yelled Nigel as he groaned and crawled out of the totally broken and destroyed space ship.

He had always had a tendency to dwell on thoughts that didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was to communicate his problem to HQ and see what to do.

After about 10 minutes of searching through the wreckage he had found the remnants of the trans-orbital light based radio.

"Mission 456U to command this is One speaking please respond over"…

"Command this is Mission 456U operative One speaking please regard transmission over"…

After another 10 minutes of trying Nigel had arrived to the conclusion. "It's broken." "I don't have the tools to repair it," "ughh…," he sighed "looks like I am out of luck," Nigel declared.

Nigel was a mess, his suit was somewhat ripped apart and his ship exploded on reentry including the luggage bay; he had lost his bag with all his cloths and special weapons. All he had was his glasses and a weapon called the solar-flare ball. "Ya I'm out of luck" thought Nigel as he gathered all the useful equipment from the wreckage. There was not much left; he didn't even have a second pair of underwear.

"Well what to do now"….

"Options anyone?"…..silence…. as he talked to himself….

He could improvise on a mission if needed, but he still didn't like to. Nigel after all was a man of protocol and order. But he was also a man of action!

"I guess it's to plan B" Nigel announced as he started trotting through the forest, "and I guess I should come up with it too" laughed Nigel, though not completely thrilled to deviate from the plan.

5 minutes later in the forest

"Crush, crush, crush" went the leaves under Nigel's feet as he walked through the Virginia forest. It was sometime early fall and he had crashed there for one reason, it was close to home.

He had never told anyone, not even his commanders but when he turned 13 and had sufficed his 3 year duty he traveled back to earth to almost "spy" on his friends and family. He didn't know what to do and wanted to see if he would fit in back at earth. The old sector V had moved on to join the Teens Next Door and Sonya of Sector W had become the supreme leader.

His parents hadn't changed much, but his loving uncle known as Father had remained silent after the last fight Nigel had with the Delightful Children from Down the Lane. When the Kids Next Door recovered them from the roller coaster they all had suffered from super-duper amnesia, and never remembered following Father and his sadistic plans.

However what puzzled him the most what Rachel McKenzie. She had up and disappeared. He couldn't find her anywhere and he had no idea where to look. Some say she was doing secret spying for the TND, others say she joined the adults (though Nigel knew that would never happen).

For all he knew she could have joined the GKND reserve operatives. She was a good enough fighter and a great spy to get recruited. But if that had happened there would be no way Nigel wouldn't have heard about it. Nigel had always liked Rachel; even when he broke up with Lizzie he really didn't dwell on his loss. He realized after some thought she always held him back from doing his job, she was way too selfish. But Rachel was completely different; she would always be there for him, he remembered her saying that. Not being able to see Rachel was the real loss. She was brave, beautiful, kind, sweet. He had missed his friends a lot, but he missed Rachel the most. It was probably the missed opportunity of something special between them that annoyed him the most.

But that was a long time ago. People change, he knew that most of all, and 6 years of loneliness out in space did its personal damage in Nigel's mind. He was colder than before, more calculated and precise. He felt his life was nothing but fighting and violence.

He missed everyone, but he always regressed back to his main reason for staying in the Galactic Kids Next Door. It was his duty to fight so others didn't have to, and he went back to the GKND after his "spy trip" because going back to earth would have been selfish, and Nigel would not forsake the kids around the Galaxy because of his personal feelings.

However Nigel found himself in an interesting situation. With his little stroll through the forest he has pieced together the information he knew, and thought he knew.

For one – the missiles came from earth, or more precisely the moon. And there was only one place that was capable of launching those types of missiles – the KND moon base.

Second – like he thought earlier and with some scanning of the wreckage, the missiles that hit him were not just KND weaponry; it had a touch of GKND technology. Someone with that knowledge modified those weapons.

Third – he had to ditch the wreck quick. The chances of him surviving the wreck were too high and whoever shot the missiles knew that. There would be a search party, or more fitting a finishing-off party to complete the job the missiles started.

Now to what he thought he knew but didn't have evidence.

The only one with that type of knowledge in the area would probably be Uncle. But why infiltrate the KND. Maybe he was too scared of an open fight with the GKND and needed something to cover his tracks and cloud the situation. Maybe he just wanted to mess with Nigel because of the personal ties he had with the earth KND. Did Uncle even know it was him who was the super operative sent to capture him? What did he know about the entire situation?

For now until he knew more about it, he had to assume Uncle knew everything. Better to be safe than sorry when planning on a way to defeat Uncle.

And if Uncle knew everything the next move would be to attack the hero's friends and family. Nigel had to find them to get help, it would be the only way to get to the moon base and fight Uncle. But as well he had to get to them to protect them.

"I'm sure there good," Nigel thought, "there TND," "but fighting Uncle is an entire new ball-game."

Uncle was fast, unbelievably fast. He was quick, strong, and in every field he always surpassed his enemies.

Nigel was only 16, a 16 year old against someone who has been against the GKND since before he was born. He stole all the fighting knowledge from the best super operative the GKND has almost ever known. He was the best, and what was Nigel Uno to that.

For one, Nigel knew he was quick. His body was built for speed, and with 6 years of the most strenuous, tough training and missions thought possible he had gotten good. Plus Uncle only stole the fighting skills from the super operative; he hadn't practiced them and grown into them like Nigel had. Even though Nigel had somewhat joked about his probable inability to beat Uncle, he believed in his heart that he could do it. As General always said "the only thing that holds back ultimate skill, is the attitude of the fighter training for it."

So onto his old friends, but where to find them? He knew they were his age, so they were probably in high school. But it was later in the day and he knew they would be out and about. But junior high was still in.

"I'll go see THE TOMMY and he can bring me back to the gang."

Then Nigel thought again, "But would they even want to see me" It had been awhile and would they even recognize him? Nigel had gotten taller, more muscular, and of course his wardrobe had changed. But he of course was still bald, and he hoped that would be the dead give-away. "Will they even care to see me" was his next thought. They were great friends, but that was a long time ago.

"I guess we will see" finally thought Nigel as he headed back to the old neighborhood to reconnect old ties.

Later at the crash site

"Sir no sign of the target," shouted a KND operative.

"Is there anything to identify him, a name on the ship, any cloths, any pictures, anything!" yelled numbuh 87.

"No sir, he is gone and destroyed any evidence of his identify," "he's good sir."

"O, I'm sure he is, thanks for the tip," sarcastically yelled numbuh 87.

"Ughh…., this just goes to show you to never under estimate you opponent. I had hoped we would find more information but apparently not. He's too good and even with you guys around we still won't be able to stall him…or her..."

"What should we do sir," questioned the other operatives.

"Take out all the stops."

"How," questioned an operative.

The lead operative thought. If he found the super operative and he proved too much to handle than he would lose the element of surprise, not to mention Uncle being really mad too.

"Send word to global command for code red-ketchup 4, I want my 4 best decommissioning squads on me now, along with the entire 3rd breakfast ice-cream division in reserve ready to move in 5 minutes," ordered numbuh 87.

"But we need supreme commander authorization for declaring the code red-ketchup four and putting the division in reserve sir, if we order."—

"Do as I say, or find yourself cleaning on the moon base bathrooms soldier, that is AN ORDER."

"YES sir, right away sir," the operative yelled.

Shaunie never intended to get angry. Maybe it was from watching or listening to his older sister that made him such a pain to work under. He knew his flaws, he was so bossy, arrogant at times, and sometimes conceded of his position. Just like his older sister numbuh 86, he had become head of decommissioning and global tactical officer under supreme leader numbuh 40. But what made him different was his skill.

Under his leadership of the department of decommissioning never ever did a rogue operative last for more than two hours on the run before brought back to moon base for decommissioning. He was also regarded as the best fighter in the KND, some even called him a reincarnated Nigel Uno or Chad-Numbuh 274. (Though no-one still knew where both had disappeared to many years ago).

Shaunie had met Nigel or the famous hero numbuh 1 many years ago during a "hair incident" with his dad, and ever since then he aspired to be as great a fighter and spy as him. If ever presented with a tough situation he would always ask himself "what would Nigel have done?" it's what drove him to always be better and better.

But right now he had a rogue "super operative" on the run. Obviously he didn't support Uncle at all but he had to do what he had to do. He remembered a story his sister told him one time when she had to go and decommission all the operatives that Chad had put into the KND super-computer as being over 13 when they actually were not. "Bro," she would say, "no matter what you have to be a loyal and an obedient soldier of the KND. Do that and you will be the best."

He was determined to be the best, and what better than a test to track down this super operative. He would find him, and he would complete his mission, no matter what.

"Berrrring… beeeerrrrring… beeerrrriinng…" went numbuh 87's communicator.

"Ughhhh….."click"…..yes Uncle," asked Shaunie.

"What news do you have for me Fulbright," asked Uncle.

"Unfortunately not much sir, we still have no conclusive evidence of the identity of the super operative. From the look of his footprints which we will be able to track until he walks on actual streets he is most likely a male, about 6 feet tall, approximately… 180 pounds, and he's headed to the closest town, which also happens to be the location of sector V and their tree-house."

"I see, what else."

"As you may know I have mobilized a large number of KND resources to aid me in the stalling when we do actually catch up to him, I also have my best decommissioning squads on the way and they will be able to better track him."

"Good, don't take any chances, do not underestimate him."

"Absolutely not sir, I will not fail you."

"Good, contact me with an update as soon as possible."

"Yes Uncle," and with that he hanged up the phone.

"Squad, let's move out, torch what's left of the ship." He commanded.

"But sir," stated the technology specialist of the team, "I have never seen a ship like this before, if I could get time to study it and what's left of its engines I know I could discover its secrets, this is such a great find and I know-"

"I said torch it, we don't need it being a possible way out for this guy with a few repairs, do we?"

"But sir perhaps we could guard it and study it just for a little while-"

"I SAID NO!" ordered numbuh 87, "listen to what I am saying, and do as I say, it's not hard, GOT IT!"

"Yes sir," the operative sounded more frightened than ever.

"Sir, are you ok?" asked numbuh 212, one of Shaunie's closest friends, "what's up man?"

"Well…..sometimes following orders sucks…let's go."

The group ran off in search of the operative and with its leader more determined than ever to find and stall the mysterious super operative.

In the town

"Wow, has this place changed in the last couple years," noticed Nigel as he walked through his old town. He kept his eyes out for any young kids or suspicious lookers. Of course he was dressed in holy cloths from another near death experience. "I can't believe-

"Bang."

Someone had knocked right into Nigel and kept walking buy.

"Watch it kid!" yelled the passer by. He sounded like he was stuffed and only breathed through his mouth. He wore a pack of ice as a hat and wore all green, and he looked terrible like some sort of exterminator.

"HA…" yelled Nigel "no way, is that you… um…... Common cold right?"

"Ya, who wants to know?"

"It's me Nigel Uno or Number one if you remember."

"Its yoouuuu…..uuhhhhh….what are you doing here?"

"Well" thought Nigel "to be honest with you I have been traveling the galaxy training and learning from the best fighters and I have returned to once and for all defeat all the enemies who messed with me when I was younger and weaker. And if memory serves me right you made me sick on a number of occasions didn't you…"

"Uuhhhh…..well… maybe once or twice…..but I turned a whole new leaf and I don't get kids sick anymore…..ya….. I only get adults sick now…..uuummm…"

"O really….we'll I don't really believe you."

"So….what are you going to do?…." asked the common cold, afraid for his health. The old Nigel Uno was small, and well….weaker; and even back then he was a handful. He couldn't imagine how strong this new Nigel was.

"Well there is this planet where they make super sweet orange juice for the inhabitants and they store them in these tanker sized tubs, and I figured you might want to take a long dip in it, maybe even a permanent one."

"NOOO… don't du….du…. do that," he fearfully pleaded.

"Go hide under a rock and pray I don't find you, and if I hear any more of your shenanigans I will find you, GOT IT!" explained Nigel.

"Bu…..bu…..AAAAHHHHH" yelled the common cold as he ran down the street crying.

"Maybe that was cruel, but for all I know he still did his evil deeds even after I left," thought Nigel. "But enough of my own silliness, I am on a mission so let's find THE TOMMY."

Will update soon

How will Tommy greet his old friend?

Will Shaunie catch up to Nigel?