She decided to call Numbuh 86. Sure, she had a bad temper, but she also knew how to get the job done (mostly using threats and violent tactics.) She knew that of everyone she could contact, she would be the most determined about getting to the bottom of things.
She reached into a compartment of the humongous machine and pulled out a hefty book. This book contained the contact information of every registered KND Operative, from Numbuhs 1 to Infinity. Everyone was in here. She flipped a couple of pages until she found it. Ah-ha! Numbuh 86. Her house coordinates (where she would undoubtedly be,) were 1,154 North; 892 South; 349 West; and 932 East. Excellent. She typed in the numbers and gazed at the large monitor as it found her house.
There was confetti strewn all over the floor. She saw what must have been her younger brother, dancing in the background. Her other brother was picking up the scattered confetti on the ground and throwing it into the air again. Numbuh Eleven Hundred smiled as she surveyed the scene.
"What're yew grinnin' about?" Numbuh 86 appeared on the screen. Her strong, Irish accent was embedded in her speech.
"N-Number 86, sir, Madame, person, ma'am—," She sputtered. She was incredibly nervous. She had never spoken to someone of such rank before.
"Out with it!" Numbuh 86 shrieked.
"Uh, y-yeah… 'K-Kay…," She said quietly, but her words sped up, "So, there was this thing. And everyone was like 'Ahhhh!' and it sounded really bad, but I could hear other stuff, too, and it was really awful, but then everything went out and I thought 'Oh no!' but—,"
"Whaaaat?"
"I, uh, n-need your help, sir."
"Oh, no!" She barked, "I am NOT going to do anything tonight! Numbuh 362 told me personally that I could have tonight off. I don't care what she wants me to do now, I'm not doing it! Transmission End."
The screen went black. Numbuh Eleven Hundred gaped at the vacant screen. She could try contacting others, but their reaction would just be the same. Besides, there needed to be something done immediately. She looked up at the glass ceiling and gazed at the twinkling stars outside. What would she do now?