Took a while but, eh, I got around to it finally. The final chapter was meant to be longer and more spy related business. But, eh, it worked out.


KND Moon Base

Spy Sector

Numbuh 206 stared out longingly to the blue marble that was Earth. How long has it been again? Since the last time he actually felt the wind against his face. A week? A month? A year? No, not a year. It felt like a year though.

"Um, sir." Numbuh 206 glanced over his shoulder to Numbuh 450, his secretary.

"Yes?" He asked, turning his eyes back to viewport.

"I'm concerned." Numbuh 450 said plainly. "Is everything alright? Your decision to use Numbuh 362 seems problematic. It's unlike you to use such an operative for the task at hand."

Numbuh 206 laughed slightly. Without turning to address Numbuh 450, the head of the Spy Sector spoke openly. "I feel quite fine. Your concerns are noted but unnecessary."

Numbuh 450 raised a brow. "But your decision to utilize Numbuh 362, surely we could have sent Numbuh 304 or Numbuh 772, an operative fiercely loyal to you."

"Rachel is loyal." Numbuh 206 muttered.

"Yes, but she isn't loyal to 'you'. Not like any of the others." Numbuh 450 stressed. "She's loyal to the KND cause. If Numbuh 11 were to have divulged information…the entire mission threatened everything we've worked for."

"You worry yourself." Numbuh 206 replied coolly. "That is the precise reason I chose Rachel. Because everyone knows she's clean. Her actions have shown this. If anyone working for our new Supreme Leader were to happen upon Rachel's involvement, they'll overlook it. Because she's too damn goody goody."

"I see." Numbuh 450 took comfort with that knowledge. "And what of Cree?"

"The Scapegoat will run. She'll seek refuge with the Teenagers. She won't discuss our dealings. For her sister's sake of course." Numbuh 206 spoke coldly. "It's all for the best really. Cree's sister will be taken care of, our activities will remain hidden from Numbuh 274, and Numbuh 362 remains the beacon of a cleaner Kids Next Door. Everything is as it should be."

Numbuh 206 glanced over his shoulder to Numbuh 450. "Mind getting me a drink? Monologues dry."


Cleveland, Virginia

Sector V was a splintered sector. From recent events the team had taken a huge blow, losing two fifths of their man-power and, if Rachel could recall correctly, Numbuh 9 was currently in the process of pursuing of the Teen organization's Chicken Pox.

That left only two operatives manning Sector V. Numbuh 5, Abigail Lincoln, a fresh recruit of a year like Rachel who was undoubtedly skilled enough to act as the mole. And there was Numbuh 11, Cree Lincoln, the older sibling of Numbuh 5 and the team's Leader.

Cree was a vet, a pro, as stories go she had almost single handedly broken the majority of Cleveland's Teen forces. But, as of a month ago, she'd turned 12.

There was something that haunted all operatives in the Kids Next Door, a means of keeping the purity of the child run organization. It was a process called Decommissioning, upon the age of 13 the operative would have their memories removed and replaced, as if the KND never existed.

Rachel reclined in the leafy hedge. Binoculars held out to her eyes, watching the Sector V tree house from afar.

With age comes motive.

Rachel stared intently through the binoculars, watching Cree depart the tree house, a peculiar briefcase in her hands.

"Now what could be in that?" Rachel asked aloud, eyes on the case.

Rachel emerged from the leafy green hiding spot. Using her skills, Rachel began to stealthily monitor Cree on foot, keeping a small distance away from the Sector V Leader.

Numbuh 11 glanced over her shoulder, seeing no one behind her. Rachel hid behind a nearby wooden fence, out of Cree's line of sight.

With a shrug, Cree continued on her way, Rachel right behind her. Cree made a right, turning down a cul-de-sac. Rachel crept beside a wooden fence, glancing over the side to spot Cree making her way to three waiting teens in full Battle Ready Armor.

Rachel hopped over the fence. She stealthily shadowed Cree from the safety of the surrounding fenced up yards.

Cree approached the teens, a certain swagger in her step to establish superiority. Rachel jumped over a chain link fence, taking cover behind a number of trash cans nearby.

"Did you bring it?" A teen Rachel assumed was the one in charge, asked toughly.

"Got it all right here." Cree gestured to the brief case in hand. "Would you like to inspect it first?"

"Of course." The teen nodded.

Cree moved to unlock the case, holding it to the teen's face. Rachel whipped out a datapad from her field pack, quickly switching it to camera mode. Cree opened the case, presenting the contents to the teen. Rachel snapped a series of incriminating photos.

Setting the datapad back inside her field pack, Rachel reached in and drew a P.I.P.E.R.

"Numbuh 362 reporting to Numbuh 206." Rachel whispered into her P.I.P.E.R.

"Numbuh 206 here." The voice of the Head of the Spy Sector replied. "What's the current status of your mission Numbuh 362?"

"Confirmed. Numbuh 11 of Sector V has just handed over Kids Next Door intelligence to Teen Operatives." Rachel pulled out a datapad and sent the photos she snagged of the transaction to a secure KND server. "Evidence is sent and in your inbox."

"Confirmed." Grunted Numbuh 206. "Prepare for back up Enroute via Halo Drop. Mark coordinates."

"Confirmed." Rachel tapped on the datapad's screen, causing a beam of red light to shoot into the sky. Rachel tossed the datapad out of cover and in-between the teens and Cree.

Cree shot an alarmed look at the trash cans as the teens stood confused. Out of the sky, three metal pods fell, the force of gravity pulling them to the surface.

Cree shouted at the teens to run for cover as Rachel jumped out from behind the trash cans. The metal pods smashed into the earth, right where the datapad lay, obliterating it. The pods opened and Numbuh C4 and two other operatives popped out.

"Suppressing fire!" Numbuh C4 shouted as she shot at the teens with her S.C.A.M.P.P. Numbuh C4 glanced at Rachel and nodded. "We have the teens, get the traitor!"

Rachel smirked at her friend and nodded. She turned her gaze to see a surprised Cree clutching the brief case full of Kids Next Door secrets.

Rachel charged at Cree, rapidly drawing her M.U.S.K.E.T. sidearm, prepped for combat. Cree, on the other hand, tossed the brief case at her. Rachel spun to the left, dodging the brief case turned projectile.

Papers scattered, tossed to the wind, blurring Rachel's immediate line of view. Before Rachel knew it, Cree had drawn her own side arm, ready to shoot the KND Spy.

Rachel leapt forward, her right leg pulling back preparing for a kick. Rachel kicked at Cree's hand, knocking the weapon out of her grasp and into the air.

The weapon, however, went off and struck Numbuh C4 in the ankle. "YEOW!" Numbuh C4 collapsed. "What the heck Rachel?!"

"Sorry!" Rachel shrugged, casting Numbuh C4 an apologetic smile.

"The operations scrapped. Teens, retreat!" The lead teen exclaimed.

The teens clapped their heels together. The soles of their metal boots produced rocket thrusters. The teens blasted off into the sky as ordered, leaving behind Cree and the Kids Next Door.

"Wait! No! Take me with you!" Cree shouted, reaching upward to the sky for salvation.

Distracted, Cree was taken by surprise as Rachel tackled her to the ground. Rachel pressed Cree's face firmly against the pavement as the other operatives rushed over to assist. Binding her hands together with a zip tie, provided by one of the operatives, Rachel stood victorious.

"Nice job catching the leak and all there Rachel." Numbuh C4 said from where she lay on the floor. "But would you mind helping a friend out?" Numbuh C4 waved.


Kids Next Door Moon Base

Rachel walked through the metal hallways of the Moon Base. All through the Moon Base, her peers cheered and applauded her success.

Cree begrudgingly trudged forward in chains, her head down unable to look at any of her former colleagues.

"Nice work, Numbuh 362." Numbuh 206 greeted Rachel. "I couldn't have done it any better."

"Thank you sir." Rachel saluted her superior.

"Yes, excellent work." Supreme Leader Numbuh 274 said, catching Rachel's attention.

"Oh, it was my pleasure, sir." Rachel's cheeks flushed at the compliment. "Just doing my job, yep. Just, you know, doing my job, hehe…" Rachel scratched the back of her neck as she laughed awkwardly.

"Yes, well…" Numbuh 274 glanced at Cree. "Take her for immediate decommissioning."

"Yes sir." A cape clad, helmeted girl around the age of 12 nodded. "Come on traitor." She grabbed Cree and began shoving her down the hall.

"But yeah." Numbuh 274 turned to Rachel once again. "Excellent work."

Rachel saluted her superiors and went on her way, silently celebrating both her victory and the praise Numbuh 274 had given her.

"Yes. I'd better get going now. Plenty of paper work to file." Numbuh 206 announced. "You should keep an eye on her, Numbuh 274. Numbuh 362 is quickly becoming the best operative this organization has to offer."

Numbuh 274 watched as the assembled crowds dispersed to resume their assigned tasks. Numbuh 206 disappeared along with the masses into the puzzle-like corridors of the Moon Base.

Numbuh 274 attempted to smile. He did. He really did. But for some reason he couldn't. For some reason he felt frustrated beyond comprehension.

"It troubles you, doesn't it?" Numbuh 274 glanced over his shoulder, finding Numbuh 416, the leader of Sector Q, leaning against a wall, pixie stick in-hand.

"Of course it does." Numbuh 274, Chad admitted. "It just seems too easy." Chad turned around to dace the Sector Leader. "Cree is good. But not 'that' good."

"Not good enough to do it on her own anyways." Numbuh 416 sucked on the filtered end of the pixie stick.

"I don't like this." Chad glanced around the observation deck, eyeing every operative walking every which way. "Whosevers behind the leak, they wanted Cree to get caught. They want us to feel safe. Secure. So that they can go on with their business as usual."

Numbuh 416 glanced around. "Who do trust when anyone can be a potential traitor?"

"No one." Chad muttered. "I can trust no one."


Spy Sector

Numbuh 206's Office

Numbuh 206 reclined in his chair, a glass of soda in his hand. The twelve year old sipped from the drink as the office door pushed inward.

"Numbuh 501." Numbuh 206 greeted the helmet wearing, cape clad, girl standing in the doorway. "Please, have a seat." Numbuh 206 gestured to the seat opposite of his own.

Numbuh 501 silently sat beside the Spy Sector Leader. Crossing her legs and reclining, she addressed current business. "Cree has been sent on her way. Records should say she was decommissioned, but she's actually living out the rest of her childhood now as an official member of the Teen organization, as previously agreed."

"I see we actually held up our part of the bargain for a change." Numbuh 206 took another sip from his glass. "I'm honestly surprised."

"I've talked with our benefactor." Numbuh 501 spoke with a deathly serious tone. "Numbuh 274 came too close to their liking. Because of your incompetence, they brought their concerns to me."

"My incompetence?" Numbuh 206 raised a brow.

"Yes. Numbuh 11 could have talked." Numbuh 501 glared at Numbuh 206. "If she didn't have her own stake in this arrangement, she would have talked."

"So what does she want this time?" Numbuh 206 rolled his eyes.

"Simple. She wants us to reel in the biggest problem around." Numbuh 501 leaned forward. "We need to kill Numbuh 274."


And story end.

Thank you, kind reader, for, well, reading this. Means a lot. I hope you enjoy your chosen literature and please, stay tuned for 'Kids Next Door: Agenda', the sequel to this specific fic.

Later days.