(A/N) Well, okay. Here's the next chapter. I'm initiating a few more KND members, so here are the short bios:

Numbah 362: Her name is Rachel Mckenzie. She is the supreme commander of the KND (after Numbah 274 joined the teenagers) and does a very good job at doing it. Her position is up at the KND moon base were all the major stuff happens. Aside from dealing with Numbah 86's hissy fits, keeping a million kids with tiny attention spans on task, and wanting to and almost did lose her job on one occasion, she enjoys working on the moon base. It is believed that she may have a crush on Numbah 1 (if you go around on YouTube, there's a lot of 1x362 stuff). She has one younger brother (363) named Harvey.

Numbah 274: His name is Chad Dickson. His was a KDN operative until he betrayed them by attempting to decommission all of the kids that were invited to his thirteenth birthday party, then attempting to send the KND moon base into the sun. However, although he was considered a villain, he helped the KND on several occasions, working in the KND Splinter Cell. After his treason, he joined the Teen Ninjas, lead by Numbah 5's sister, Cree. During his time in the KND, he was known as "the best there is". He his parents are also KND villains, Mega Mom and Destructo Dad.

Numbah 12: Numbah 12 was only seen in one episode, so she was never given a real name. She was invited to Numbah 86 slumber party and became her best friend. However, she betrayed the KND and their friendship when he gave the KND code module to the Teens. She does this because she was almost thirteen and knew she would be decommissioned soon. She figured that she would work for the Teens sooner or later so she decided to join them before her decommissioning.

Numbah 86: Her name is Frances Fulbright. She is the Head of Decommissioning. She has an extreme dislike of boys, whom disgust her with their "constant failures". However, she has a soft spot and really does want to make friends, but her temper always keeps other people away. At one time, she developed a crush on Numbah 19th century, an Operative that was held in suspended animation for several years. Despite this crush, Numbah 86 still decommissioned him because he was technically hundreds of years old. She has two younger brothers named Patrick (AKA Numbah 85) and Shaunie (not an Operative).

KND Info-- Birthday Suit:2x4 (two by four) technology created by the KND. It prevents kids from aging. Used for missions that might include aging technology being used against them.

Code Module: The most important technology in the KND. It hold every operative's DNA (from a booger. Hey, their kids! What can I say!), officially installing them into the KND. Once an Operatives DNA is removed from the code module, they are permanently discharged from the KND.

Owen went over to the tree were Heather was hitting her head and slung her over his shoulder. As he progressed to the camp fire pit with Heather saying some… less than desirable things to him, Duncan and Leshawna followed. Everyone else who had stayed retired to the mess hall.

Once Owen got there, he put Heather down and she sat down reluctantly. The Duncan and Leshawna also sat down when Nigel began to speak.

"Thank you for staying, guys." He said.

"Humph!" scoffed Heather, "I wanted to get out of here, and I would have if I didn't miss the stupid boat!"

"Girl, you need to learn how to chill." Said Leshawna.

"I'll 'chill' once I'm away from all of you morons!" snapped Heather.

"Guys, guys, guys!" said Nigel, trying to get their attention back. Everyone pointed their eyes forward. "Listen, apparently, and not surprisingly, all of you have been decommissioned from the 'kid-only' organization, The Kids Next Door, or KND for short. All four of you have lost any and all memory of your adventures in the KND because of your decommissioning."

"Wait, when exactly does a kid get decommissioned from this… KND?" asked Owen.

"When a kid reaches 13 years old, they are officially a teenager, so no longer a kid. It is then that they are decommissioned." Said Nigel.

"Hold on, you're our age! What makes you so flippin' special that you remember everything?" retorted Duncan.

"Because," said Nigel, "Six years ago, when I was ten years old, I was admitted into the Galactic Kids Next Door, which is a very exclusive sector of the KND. But, I had to grow up too, so when my decommissioning came nearer…"

Flash Back:

As Numbah 1's phone began to ring, he considered not answering it. After all he had a pretty good idea was the following conversation was going to entail, and he didn't like it. He was twelve years, eleven months, and three weeks old exactly, which meant that his thirteenth birthday, and his decommissioning, was next week. He was dreading every second that drew him closer to the horrid date.

He eventually got up enough courage to answer the call. He sat on the sill of the wall sized window that overlooked that vastness of outer space.

"GKND Operative Numbah 1 speaking." He answered.

"Numbah 1? It's me, Ra― I mean Numbah 362."

"Oh, hey. Long time no talk." He said more casually, relived it wasn't the conformation call of the space decommissioning unit that was being delivered for him. "Uh, what's new?"

"Oh nothing much." Said Numbah 362. Nigel noticed a sad tone in her voice.

"Hey, are you okay? You sound a little sad."

"Well, my birthday's tomorrow and…" her voice trailed off.

"Oh…" was all Nigel could say. He and Numbah 362 were about the same age, which meant that she was talking about the big 1-3. He finally continued, "I sorta know how you feel. Mine is next week."

"Yeah, it's like everyone is avoiding me. Whenever I try to talk to someone, they either leave or stay silent. The only time I've talked to a person for the past week is for business, and that's boring enough with casual small talk in between."

"Same thing's happening up here." He consoled, "It's like I'm the plague or something! You'd think that turning thirteen was a deadly virus by the way these guys run away from me." They shared a small laugh, and then he continued, "You know, I think the reason for why they're so awkward is that they don't think I wanna talk about it, but…"

"… I sorta do wanna talk about it. I just need someone who will listen." Finished Numbah 362.

"Well, I'm here." Said Nigel.

So they talked for about thirty more minutes about being thirteen and the whole decommissioning process. Numbah 362 told Nigel about how the entire process was modified for a more efficient way of making sure the memories are erased. Apparently, when a kid is decommissioned, they are given an entire new life. They are moved to a new country and sometimes given a new background.

"They try to change the kid's background as little as possible, because sometimes, it can change their entire personality. But sometimes, it necessary to be sure that the memories are never retrieved." Said Numbah 362.

"Wow, that amazing!" exclaimed Nigel.

"Yeah, and― oh, I never got to tell you. Chad and Numbah 12 got decommissioned after you left for the GKND."

"Chad? But I thought―"

"He was a good guy now? Well, it turned out that he only did the things he did to gain the KND's trust again so he could destroy it from within. But it's the strangest thing."

"What's strange?"

"Well, a piece of Birthday Suit tech fell into the decommisioner right as he and Numbah 12 were getting decommissioned. We thought nothing if it at first, but we did a few tests and it seems that their ageing process has stifled to about half."

"Really. Is that possible?"

"Yep, we figured that the effect will wear off in about three more years when they will be aged sixteen years, so we never found any reason to fix the problem." Numbah 362 laughed.

"Where are they living? Do you know?"

"Yeah, in fact, all KND operatives that worked in or came from the U.S. go to live in Canada after they are decommissioned. I'll be going to live there tomorrow."

Nigel stayed silent for a minute, and then said, "If only, we weren't operatives, huh? Then we wouldn't have to go through this." Nigel was suddenly stricken speechless as his own words sunk into his head.

"Yeah, if only. Well, I gotta go Numbah 1. I still gotta do a few more things before tomorrow. Good-bye, Nigel."

Nigel forced himself into reality just enough to mutter out, "Good-bye, Rachel." Then *click* the other side went dead. Nigel just sat there for a moment, contemplating the plan that had so suddenly popped into his head. Is it worth it? Is it too risky? Will it work? If it doesn't, what will happen? All these questions and more raced through his mind. But the most important question was the one that had him racing down the hall in a flash: What have I got to lose?

In what seemed like nothing flat, he arrived at the space ship dock, where all the space transportation units were stored, including his private ship. He fished the keys out of his pocket as he walked over to the ship. Its red paint was new and shiny, the surface was perfectly smooth, and his code number was painted on the side in stark white paint.

He pushed the button on the side of the door. As he did, the ship scanned his finger print, recognizing it and unlocking the door. He was about to step inside when he hesitated. He pulled out his phone from his pocket and used the voice recorder to record a message:

"Fellow Galactic Kids Next Door Operatives," he said, "As you may have already known, I am turning thirteen years old next week, which means that my decommissioning is coming nearer. However, I do not feel like I should give up my entire life just for the sake of growing up. I don't want to forget any of the great things that have happened during my time in the KND. So, I am going to quit the Kids Next Door before it is too late, then try to make it on my own. I know it may seem cowardly to you, running away from my decommissioning, and maybe it is. But there are still too many things left for me to do. I give you my word that I will not use my memories to sabotage the Kids Next Door or anything related there of. It has been an honor working with you all. Good-bye and good luck! Nigel Uno, out."

He pressed the recording button again to stop the recording. Then he placed the phone on the floor and climbed into the ship. As he put the keys into the ignition and started up the ship, he looked out of the ship door's window and took one last look at the place he was leaving behind.

In half a second, Nigel was thousands of miles away from the space station. Nigel had made his way around space before, so his sense of direction was extremely good. He knew exactly where he was going… at least he hoped so.

After two and a half hours of flight, he finally found what he was looking for: the moon base of the KND. He didn't know whether or not he would be welcomed back with open arms, so he decided to take the back route. He landed his ship at the back of the structure and donned his space suit. Then he exited his ship.

After a few seconds of looking at the back of the building, he found what he was looking for: a ventilation shaft. Now being a little older, he now wondered why there was a ventilation system in space in the first place, but, as desperate as he was for a way in, he wasn't about to complain about the practicality.

Another thirty minutes climbing through air ducts was all it took until he came to where he was going. It was the hall way that led to the room that held the code module.

He undid the vent and jumped in from the ceiling. He then ran as fast as he could toward the room so no one would spot him.

Even though this room had over twenty locks on it, Nigel was met with good fortune: some newbie had left the door open!

He stepped inside and saw the code module sitting in the middle of the room. He walked over to it slowly. He picked up the small circular device in his hands, ready to remove his DNA from the machine and quit the KND.

However, before he could do the deed. He heard a familiar voice. "WHO LEFT THE CODE MODUEL CHAMBER DOOR OPEN AGAIN?!?!" The door creaked open and a familiar face entered the room. Or maybe not so familiar.

"Numbah 362?" said Nigel as he put down the code module.

"Numbah 1?" said Numbah 362. She was awe struck by his presence.

Nigel was speechless as well. Numbah 362 had changed a lot in the past three years. She was no longer wearing her usual outfit of a tiger stripe print sweatshirt over a bright teal shirt, matching pants, sandals, and a samurai helmet made out of a colander. Instead she was wearing a grey, short sleeved sweater over a white button-up blouse, green jeans, and a pair of shiny silver high heeled wedges. And instead of a head of golden blonde hair, Numbah 362's hair was light brown, but still the same style. She was holding a box filled with numerous objects.

"You've… changed" said Nigel, still shocked by her change in appearance.

"And you're supposed to be in space!" said Numbah 362, "What are you doing here?" she ran over to him.

"I have to quit the Kids Next Door before I'm thirteen." Said Nigel, "Then, according to the rules, I won't have to be decommissioned."

"Wait, what?!?!"

"I can't get decommissioned, Rachel! I don't want to forget all this! All that I've done! My friends, my experiences! I don't want a new life!"

"But, Nigel―"

Numbah 362 suddenly stopped when Nigel suddenly grabbed her shoulders and looked into her eyes. "Rachel, the truth is, I would gladly forget everything, if I could only remember you. Even if you don't remember me, I don't want to forget you! The truth is, when Lizzy broke up with me, I realized that I really liked you."

Numbah 362 set down the box she was holding and walked past him. She took the code module and typed in a numerical code that sounded like it was fifty or so characters long. After the long, numerical code was punched in, a computer-like voice said, "Voice identification, please."

Numbah 362 looked back at Nigel and mouthed "I understand."

A tear welled up in Nigel's eye and rolled down his cheek as he said, "Nigel Uno!"

"Voice identification recognized. Nigel Uno." The device shook for a moment, and then spit out a slide holding the green DNA sample that was his only tie to the KND. He took it and, not really caring about being gross, smeared it on his sleeve.

"Rachel?" he said.

"Yeah, Nu― I mean, Nigel?"

"There's just one more thing I have to do."

Numbah 362 picked up the cue. She closed her eyes softly and the two moved in closer to each other to kiss. Just as their lips were about to connect, they heard another voice.

"Hey! What are YOU doing here?!?!" The turned around and behind them was Numbah 86. And, like always, she had a seriously pissed off look on her face.

"Nigel run!" said Numbah 362.

Nigel was about to argue, but as Numbah 86 drew nearer, he knew there was no time. He darted past Numbah 86 and, with one giant leap, was able to heave himself back into the ventilation system and escape.

As he hurriedly climbed into his ship, he was in such a panic that he didn't bother to start it up properly. In his hysteria, he accidentally hit a couple of the wrong buttons, causing the ship to go hay wire. It blasted off into deep space in a flash with Nigel hanging onto the seat for dear life.

When the ship finally slowed down, he looked out the window. All he could see was stars. There wasn't a planet in sight.

End Flashback

"And I spent the past three years just drifting in space. Fortunately, that whole time I was apparently drifting towards earth. I guess when I finally got close enough, the gravitational pull of the earth sent me hurdling towards earth."

The four campers where staring at him in awe while he told his story. Even Heather was shocked.

"All that stuff really happened to you?" asked Leshawna.

Nigel nodded.

"Wow, that's tough man." Commented Duncan, "I though Ju-V was hard core, but living in space alone for three years is like… wow."

"So what's that box thing you have there?" inquired Heather, pointing to the wooden box in his hands. She really didn't buy into this all the way yet, but the whole situation made her curious.

"This is a re-commissioning device. While in the GKND, I was working with the technology, seeing if I could recreate one after the old one broke. I always kept it in my ship so no one would find out about it" Nigel explained, "This device will retrieve all your memories of your past lives. However, it was a little damaged in the explosion, so the effect will take a little longer to work."

Nigel turned the handle of the box. As the little tune played as he did, they could hear the energy charge up inside.

Finally, when it was fully charged, a blast of light shot out from the box and hit Owen in the face, then another hitting Heather, then another hitting Duncan, then finally another hitting Leshawna.

"All you memories will come back in three days from tomorrow." Said Nigel, "As they come back, you may feel some side effects from your past life come in during that time, but there is no need to worry." Explained Nigel, "The other people here may be ex-operatives too. So I'm going to have to scan their brains to search for the memories to see." Nigel started to go to the mess hall. The four campers stayed behind.

"So, any of you guys think this is legit?" asked Duncan.

"I dunno." Said Owen, "Why would anyone make something like that up?"

"Oh, I don't know!" said Heather sarcastically, "Maybe if he was getting paid by Chris to freak us out, he would!"

"Well, I don't know about y'all, but Leshawna's goin' over to see what that white boy's gonna do next."

Duncan, Owen, and Heather started at her, a little confused about what she just said.

"What?" said Leshawna.

"Did you just address yourself in the third person?" asked Heather.

"I did?"

The three nodded. Leshawna shrugged and started walking over to the mess hall with the others following.

Phew! Sorry about the wait. I've had a lot of stuff going on and… well, you know. Anyway, sorry it's a bit long. The next chapter will be here once I update the other stories. I hope you enjoyed it!