A/N: Sorry about the long wait. Things became...hectic. Stoopid teachers and their stoooopid homework.

Disclaimer: One of the few things we haven't been doing the past two months is getting the rights to KND.

Operation D.E.C.O.M

Chaptuh Three

Numbuh 86 entered the Antarctic Training Facility's small briefing room not in a very good mood. Command had chosen to bump up the testing date of her new team and now they would have to show their stuff after only two weeks. Her sole comfort was that they were being tested against the worst team in the KND. Why Command had such a high opinion of the Sector V Team she had no clue. Yes, they had defeated several adults and foiled several evil plans but whenever 86 was with them, they always seemed to screw up. Then again, a lot of good operatives seemed to screw up when she was around.

The briefing room was simple; a group of chairs in front of a small stage with a podium. She noticed with some satisfaction that her team sat on one side of the aisle and Sector V on the other. Last thing she needed was Sector V contaminating her squad. Unfortunately she noticed that Numbuhs 3 and 23 were gossiping across the aisle about rainbow monkeys with Numbuh 12 listening to both with rapt attention, while Numbuhs 35 and 1 were standing in the front on the small stage discussing new tactics. Numbuh 2 was cracking jokes, none of them good, with Numbuh 5. The quietest member of her team, 21, sat in a chair, unable to find a comfortable position with his backpack on, and his arms crossed waiting for the briefing to start. Numbuh 4 sat one seat away from Numbuh 3, trying to look like he was just sitting there by accident. 86 let her gaze stay on 4 for a moment. He was, after all, kind of cute.

When she reached the podium Numbuhs 1 and 35 stopped talking. She nodded to Numbuh 35 but did not acknowledge Numbuh 1's presence. Numbuh 86 went to the podium and faced the rest of the group, waiting for them to quiet down. They didn't.

"SHUT UP ALL OF YA!" She suddenly had their attention. "Listen up. Today our mission is to assess the ability of the KND Elite Decommissioning Squad…" More than one person snorted while trying to contain a laugh and she could swear she heard Numbuh 2 say 'EDS.' "…by putting them up against some of the KND's…" she took a breath and when she spoke again, it was strained, "…best operatives. In other words we're here to see if me team can capture ya idiots from Sector V. The squad will face ya all, one by one. Numbuh 1 has selected the order in which the test will take place." She turned so she was facing mostly her team. "Each of the Sector V operatives will use a different means to evade ya, so be ready for anything." She turned back to address all of the kids. "A sector of the base has been blocked off for our use today. Any questions?" Numbuh 12 raised her hand. "Yes Numbuh 12?"

"Will there be cake after?" Numbuh 12 asked hopefully.

"OOH! OOH! And candy?" Numbuh Three piped in. Numbuh 86 sighed. Just then the door opened.

"Numbuh 362!" 86 snapped to attention along with most of the others. "What are ya doing here?"

Numbuh 362 walked toward the stage, shaking hands and saying hello to the other operatives. She stopped just in front of the stage. "I'm here to observe the test, Numbuh 86," she said with a bit of malice toward the other girl. She still hadn't really forgiven 86 for the FUGITIVE fiasco. "I'll be evaluating your team for Command. And I'm here to tell you that you will not be leading the squad during the exam." More than one member of the squad let out a sound of protest.

"What?"

"Command wants to make sure the Decommissioning Squad can handle things without you." She paused for a moment. "You know, you might want to think up a better name. Anyway, Numbuh 35 will be leading the team. I'm sure you trained him for the possibility."

Actually Numbuh 86 didn't think 35, or any boy, was capable of it, so she hadn't. "Of course."

"Good. Then is there anything else?"

Numbuh 1 stepped forward. "I would just like to say good luck to all."

"Numbuh 5 would say the same thing except that she doesn't want them to catch her." All the kids laughed, except 86.

Numbuh 362 nodded. "All right then. KIDS NEXT DOOR- wait. Numbuh 35, why don't you say it?"

"Yes ma'am. KIDS NEXT DOOR BATTLESTATIONS!" The group cheered and rushed out the room.

"Numbuh 86, wait. I want to talk to you," said Numbuh 362 when 86 started for the door. 86 couldn't help but feel like someone should be playing funeral music right now. In fact, she swore she could hear some. She found out later that someone was; the KND Band was practicing down the hall. 362 was about to speak when she noticed that another member of the squad had stayed behind. She smiled. "Haven't seen you in a while, Numbuh 21. Looks like you're still attached to that jetpack. Meet me after the test and we'll grab a soda or something?" Numbuh 21 smiled, nodded, and followed the rest of the kids. 86 did a mental version of a double take. Since when was Numbuh 21 friends with 362? She hadn't looked at his complete file yet, but you would think he would have said something. Then again, it was Numbuh 21. 362 didn't give her time for more wondering. "As for you Numbuh 86, I wanted to tell you that I will be watching the test very closely. I gave you four very good operatives that even Numbuh 4, heck, Numbuh 3, could train into a force to be reckoned with. If they don't do well I'll make sure you're assigned to the prison barge. This is your last chance Numbuh 86. No more blaming others, no more screw ups, no more failures. Got it?"

Numbuh 86 gulped. "Yes."

"Good. Then let's go watch the first simulation."

"Anyone else kinda freaked out that the SUPREME COMMANDER is watching us?" Numbuh 35 said nervously while fastening an armored knee pad.

"Calm down 35. Just act like it's another training drill," comforted Numbuh 23. They were in one of the base's many locker rooms, preparing for their first simulation.

"Besides," 35 and 23 looked around wondering who was talking before realizing it was 21, "she's a nice person. Even if we don't do well, she won't get mad at us, but she will get furious at 86 for failing to train us right."

23 cocked an eyebrow. "How do you know?"

Numbuh 12 answered for him. "She lives down the street from us. We've known her for like, forever. She's the one that got us into the KND. That and we both saved her life once." She got a look from Numbuh 21. "Fine. He saved her once, but I was there providing moral support." Numbuh 21 gave her an even more annoyed look that she ignored.

"What? When?" 23 and 35 said in unison. At that moment Numbuh 86 walked in.

"Alright team. Your first target is Numbuh 4. He likes hand-to-hand combat so be careful that he doesn't get the jump on ya. On a personal note, I would just like to say," she took a deep breath and begged, "please, PLEASE don't fail. If ya do, 362's going to sack me!" She sat down on a bench and put her head in her hands. The team decided to ignore that the plea was directed toward the two girls.

Numbuh 23 put a hand on Fanny's shoulder. "We won't. Will we?" There was a collective nodding of heads until they realized what the question was and started to shake their heads no, then nodded, and then just stood there uncomfortably for a moment because they didn't know how to answer. Numbuh 86 somehow got the message.

"Thanks you g-" She composed herself quickly after that. "WHAT ARE YA JUST STANDING HERE FOR? YOU'VE GO A MISSION!"

Numbuh 35 snapped a salute. "Right! Come on guys, lets go." And with that, they ran out of the room leaving 86 alone in the room.

"You IDIOTS ran into the locker room's girl's bathroom!" The squad quickly ran back into the room and out the real exit. "I'm doomed."

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