New chapter. Hope to wrap this all up soon. R&R!


July 2nd

Expectantly, the sun rose up over the field, illuminating the ground that would serve as the battle ground. The sun reflected elegantly across the dew of the grass. From the crack of the dawn, the sounds of the bustling of each side could be distinctly heard if you were to stand in the center of the field. The sounds of the Teens prepping their B.R.A.s for the attack, and of the KND, who were currently making sure that the Soda Can Cannons were ready to fight off the massive assault they knew was coming. Each of the commanders for both sides were currently grouped with their soldiers, and were preparing for the assault.

A certain feeling blew across the whole field, dampening the air with its conflicting emotions. That anxiety about how massive this attack would be. Without a doubt, today's battle, if it would be as big as it was projected to be, would make or break the prospect of victory for either side. The Teens had set up all their equipment on the ridge they had taken the previous day. They were pushing the chicken pox rockets to the top of the hill, hoping to use it to reinforce their planned charge. The specific emotions brought on by this anxiety were mostly fear and excitement. The fear was driven from the fact that the battle would be massive, and they all knew they could be taken down at any moment. Ironically, the excitement was brought on by exactly the same things.

The KND had set up a massive barricade out of scrap metal, wooden posts, and anything else that would stand. It was all balanced carefully, as the ground beneath the soil was too rocky to actually jam the posts down. The barricades spread out across the entirety of each of the important lines, both to the north and south of the flanks. The KND had formulated the plans simply enough: To combat the Teen charge they would make sure the fight over Culp's Hill, where the teenage forces were at its weakest, was done quick to reinforce the flanks at Cemetery Ridge and Little Round Top.


Rachel moved carefully amongst the teen army. She followed their every command and followed along with whatever they requested, to play up the role. They never questioned her, because they only saw her as another, extra-needed, soldier. She had actually been assisting in the infirmary for the most part. She was helping, to nurse back to health, those soldiers who were threatening her own organization. She was actually sitting with that unfortunate, important, but not important, soldier named Alan, handing a soda to drink. He took it with a smile and nod, sipping from the can.

She left the infirmary tent to watch the teens prepare for their charge. They were cleaning their wrist lasers, equipping extra pieces of steel to their plated armor, and splitting off to join with their respective leaders. Father was standing on top of one of the shipping crates, ordering directions to each of the soldiers. He checked his watch.

"Come on! Faster soldiers! The assault on Culp's Hill begins in five minutes; we need to be ready to charge!" All the teens started to assemble quicker while Father directed them with haste.

Rachel moved away from the ranks and towards the chicken pox cannons. She moved passed the disgusting machines, watching as the cannon operators were loading them with large metal cylinders. Right beside the cannons was the makeshift holding cell that had been set up after yesterday's teen victory. Rachel was still beating herself up about that. She had ordered that movement so that she could move behind the teen lines, but it had led to the KND losing soldiers and a major advantage.

The guard at the holding cell pointed towards Rachel. "Hey, you."

"Yeah?" Rachel moved over to the guard.

"Look, I want to go out and kick some kid butt, but they left me on guard duty for this one… Mind, uh, swapping out for me?"

"Sure, no problem. I got my fill yesterday."

"Thanks!" The guard handed Rachel the laser rifle that came with guarding the prisoners and ran off to join one of the assemblies.

Rachel moved towards the bars and tapped on them, looking at the operative inside. Of the operatives who had been beaten yesterday, the teens only saw one of high profile worth. He was currently sitting in the corner of the cell, huddled in a blanket and shivering in the July heat.

"Numbuh 60?"

The operative turned his head towards the sound. He was scratching at the thimble sized chickens on his face. His eyes filled with anger. He lurched forward towards the figure and fell forward. "Get away from me! I don't talk to teenage scum!"

"What? No, Numbuh 60-!"

"Shut it!" He jumped up and grabbed onto the bars of the cell. He clung to them, leaning out to the teen as far as he could. "I'm not telling you –ACHOO!- or Father a single, cruddy thing!"

Rachel slapped him, with all the elegance of a supreme leader. "Patton, CALM DOWN! It's me."

He rubbed his burning cheek. "Numbuh 362?"

She nodded to him curtly. She turned away from him and took the stance of a guard. He leaned against the cell, his back to her. She looked around, making sure they were in the clear to talk. Without turning to him, she whispered to him. "The cannons. That is their advantage towards us."

He leaned his head up far enough so that she could hear him. "I've kept an eye on them from here. Easy to load. Easy to fire. Easy to sabota-a-a-a-ACHOO!" He wiped his snot into the blanket.

"They are about to leave most of this camp unsecured, with their little charge. Are you up for some sabotage?" Rachel turned her head towards the sick operative.

Patton grinned and wiped his snot away. "Always, sir."


"Do ya' see anything, Numbuh 3?" The blond asked, watching the operatives get behind the lines in their rough semi-circles.

"I don't know. What do you see semi-historically accurate Rainbow Monkey?" she said bubbly towards her toy. Wally turned and saw that she was holding up the binoculars to the eyes of the plush monkey. He moved over and grabbed the binoculars from her.

"Give me that!" He peered through them out to the distance, past the trees. His face went pale and he gulped. "Numbuh 1!" The Aussie turned and ran towards his bald commander. "Numbuh 1!"

Nigel turned away from the operative he was speaking with. "What happened, Numbuh 4?"

"I saw something! I think you might want to check it out." The Brit followed his teammate back to the ridge line and accepted the binoculars.

He looked out to the horizon and squinted to make sure he wasn't just seeing things. This was important. Movement at the base of the hill; teens for sure. He dropped the binoculars and pointed down at a gathering of operatives. "Get the Soda Cannons into positions! NOW!"

The operatives quickly moved to the cannons and started pushing them to the extreme ledges of the cliffs. Numbuh 1 began moving from one side of the flank to another, along with Numbuh 4, ordering the operatives into their places. "Get behind those rocks!" "Stay behin' the barr'cade!"

After a time, the operatives were all set behind their defenses. The cannons and the 2x4 weapons were aimed down at the tree line and the sky. Numbuh 1 did not want to risk startling the rest of his force by letting anyone waste a shot. They were going to wait for teens to make the first move.

They came into view very slowly, marching in line through the tree lines. Numbuh 1 held his hand into the air, prompting his forces to take aim down at the teens. The teens stopped marching once the weapons were set on them. Silence hung in the air for a few moments, as neither side dared to move a muscle, choosing to wait it out for the other side to flinch. Numbuh 1 stared down at the former Numbuh 9, feeling the urge to simply avoid firing. Every operative in the KND had a deeply held respect for Maurice, but now he was on the other side.

Nigel brought his hand down. "FIRE!"

The sound of a thousand laser blasts echoes across the hill. The teens quickly took to the skies, only to be met with heavy resistance from the Soda Can Cannons. The KND continued firing down at the teens.

Most of the teens attempted to take refuge behind large trees, while firing up at the kids with their wrist lasers. The teens attempted to avoid the soda cans as they flew through the air, bursting suddenly in their mid-flight. The hill shook with the sounds of the explosions as soda rained down upon the teens and the kids.

The fighting drew to a stalemate fairly quickly, with no teens willing to take to the sky with their jet boots. Both sides remained where they were, firing their lasers as fast as they could towards the opposing side. This went on for a few minutes, but slowly, the firing died down from both sides. Numbuh 1 ordered his forces to take a breather and make sure their weapons were still battle-ready.

Then, he heard the sound of shuffling metal. He looked up and saw it. The entire teen force from that side was running, or flying, out of the tree line, straight for the barricade.

Nigel Uno had enough time to jump up and shout "HOLD POSITIONS!" before the sound of metal clashing against flesh echoed across the hill.


The sounds of the Soda Can Cannons from Culp's Hill alerted Numbuh 86 that the teens had begun their attack. She moved over to her co-leader on the northern front. "Numbuh 2!"

Hoagie stumbled over to her, taking the last bites from his sandwich. "Yes, Numbuh 86?"

"Are the cannons ready an' in position?" She turned away from her binocular view.

"Not yet. The operators are just loading the final shots." Numbuh 2 started to move back to make sure the cannons were set.

"Well hurrae up, ye stoopid boy!" She shouted after him, moving to look through the binoculars again. "The attack'll begin any…" She saw the army of teens that were sprinting across the fields. "TEENAGERS COMING THIS WAY! DEFENSIVE POSITIONS, EVERYONE! NOW! NOW! NOW!"

The operatives began to run from one position to another in a helter-skelter formation. Numbuh 2 and his crew filled the artillery weapons quickly and moved hastily behind the barricade lines. Numbuh 86 remained on her rock-turned-pedestal, keeping her M.U.S.K.E.T. trained on the oncoming forces.

A laser was fired from the teen lines and caught one of the operatives in the helmet, knocking her over. The KND began firing down on the teens, only to be met with the same heavy resistance. Despite the onslaught of laser blasts, the teens did not cease in their charge. A few tried to break into the sky and flank around the KND, only to be met with a soda can to the chest.

The situation was dire. They had not expected a full on charge, having only expected an advancement and a firing battle. Numbuh 86 needed to make a move. If the KND remained hidden behind their lines, the teens would spill over them in overtake the entire flank. But, if the kids moved forward, it would put kids at risk of being hit by the soda can cannons, forcing the cannons to stop firing, thus giving the teens an air advantage. She looked around nervously, trying to process her thoughts.

Numbuh 2 looked and saw the panic building on her face. He turned to his crew and yelled an order to them, loud enough for her to hear. "Cannoneers! Keep attention on the skies, only! For those that can, grab up a B.A.J.O.O.K.A. and aim for the center of the big blob of bullies!" He turned over to her and nodded quick, grabbing up his B.A.J.O.O.K.A.

She turned and yelled a command to her forces. "CHARGE! MEET THEM HEAD ON!"

The operatives responded quickly. Every operative rose to their feet, still firing down upon the teens, and charged down to meet the teens. Lasers whizzed and zazzed directly past the heads of operatives of both opposing sides. The forces met at the center of the hill's incline with a crash, the battle of lasers immediately moving to a battle of fists and skill.


She watched as the armies clashed in the center, choosing to hold back enough to not be in the brunt of it. Her eyes stayed pinned onto the Ms. Fulbright, watching as she swatted away enemy teens without trouble.

She couldn't explain what it was that made her want to remove Fanny. There were so many emotions that ran through her when she heard that name. She admired Fanny because, despite being older, Fanny was always the better operative, and she had always aspired to be as good as her. She felt such contempt for Fanny because she was so much better than her, and respect for the same reason. Perhaps it was because she had finally met Fanny at that slumber party, and had Fanny had been the last person she trusted before exiting the KND, as was the same for Fanny, as Fanny had put her trust in her before her sudden betrayal.

To some deeper extent, that could only be discovered by a psychoanalyst, or perhaps a very crafty narrator, neither of which had been present in her life because she felt she was alright, she thought that she might have hated herself for leaving the KND, for betraying Numbuh 86.

She was still dressed as a decommissioning officer, and knew that no one would notice the sudden blast take Numbuh 86 down. She raised her laser rifle up to take out the head of Decommissioning, getting her safely within her crosshairs.

A teen, who had honestly mistaken her for one of the members of the KND, came from the crowd suddenly and punched her in the jaw, knocking her to the floor. Her rifle was lost under the shuffle of KND operatives running and jumping on the teen who had struck her.

Rubbing her injured jaw, she turned her attention back on Numbuh 86 with rage. She charged for the operative moved to strike her from behind, take the advantage of the sudden sneak attack. Numbuh 86, however, was on high alert. She kicked one of the teens away and heard the sound of footsteps behind her. As the former operative moved to strike her old friend, Fanny spun around and delivered a swift punch the side of the teen's face.

She fell backwards, her helmet flying off of her head. Fanny moved towards the defective decommission operative, looking down at her. Her eyes went wide when the sight came into view. She recognized those eyes, that face, that dirty-blonde hair rolled up into a messy bun.

"Numbuh 12?!" Fanny shouted in shock, moving to put a hand on her old friend's shoulder. Before another word could be expressed, the operative leaped forward and tackled the Irish girl to the floor.


She watched the fighting envelope around her. She moved her head slight to avoid the lasers, catching the hands that were launched out at her during the flurry of punches. She slowly walked up the Kids Next Door lines, skillfully knocking down any who came into her path.

She moved towards and operative that was doing very much the same thing, only maintaining a stationary position behind her weak barricade. This had gone past being just another battle between the KND and the Teenz, this had become a personal contract for her. Technically, this was not far off from the mission that was being done. This single operative was the most dangerous fighter on this flank, and only her defeat was truly required to assure the victory on Little Round Top.

The operative caught sight of her sister approaching her. She kneed the teen she was struggling with in the face and turned her attention to her. Abigail had promised her leader, and her friend, not to make this ordeal personal. She wasn't making it personal, however; Cree was. She moved towards her sister with the same skulking, menacing pace that she the teenager had adopted.

As their meet came to a head in the center of the melee of kids and teens, Numbuh 5 threw a punch a Cree, which was caught quickly. Cree moved to make a high kick on her, but Abby blocked it with her forearm and dropped to the ground, somersaulting forward to break her sister's hold on her fist. She attempted to sweep Cree's legs, which Cree avoided with a quick jump.

Cree struck downwards to punch the operative. Numbuh 5 caught the punch with both her fists. Pushing Cree backwards, she rolled forward and delivered a swift kick into Cree's abdomen. The kick connected, making Cree lurch forward slightly, but she grabbed her sister's leg. She swung her into the air, throwing her headfirst into a few rocks.

Abigail crashed headfirst into the stationary boulder, falling onto her back on the floor. She shook her head, trying to shake the stars away. Slowly, the blue sky became clear again. Cree stood over her and moved to stomp on her chest. Abby caught the foot, twisting it to the side ash she rolled on her back up to her feet.

The Sisters took their fighting stances, glaring at one another from their short distance. Numbuh 5 tipped her hat up and smirked at her sister, loving that annoyed scowl her sister was putting on. They both charged each other. Their attacked were mirrored on each side and began an endless chain. Punch, block, spin, kick, drop, catch, punch, block, spin. . .


The initial storming up the hill hadn't been enough to remove the advantage that had been handed over to Numbuh 1's forces. Many of the teens had been blasted down while attempting to storm up the side of the hill, and the kids were making quick work of the teen forces.

The Soda Can Cannons were continuing to blast into the hill side, knocking the teens painfully back down the hill. Many kids were working together to drag the teens over the makeshift barricades to knock them out with the stationary boulders that dotted the hillside. The lazy blasts and the sounds of wood cracking jaws were still prevalent across the fighting.

While blasting one of the teens away from the barricade, a hand grabbed onto numbuh 3's sweater and lifted her over the barricade and into the teen lines.

"Kuki!" Nigel shouted to his teammate. He sprinted and hopped over the barricade. Upon landing, Numbuh 1 lifted his weapon out and blasted the teen away. He knelt beside Kuki, checking her. "Kuki, are you alright?"

The girl blinked a few times and rubbed her head, where she had landed. "Yeah, I'm alright. Thanks Numb- NUMBUH 1, LOOK OUT!" She jumped up and tackled him to the floor, making the teen's kick miss them.

Nigel jumped back to his feet. The teen went for another kick, which was caught by Nigel. He tugged the teen's leg forward to make the teen fall onto his back. Nigel rolled forward and landed a punch straight into his face mask, knocking him out. He got up, only to be launched down to a rock by a sudden laser blast.

Kuki rushed over to him and knelt beside, questioning his current state of affairs on the topic of health. Though, in less words: "You alright, Numbuh 1?"

Nigel nodded, as Maurice approached them, lifting his wrist laser up. Maurice hated hurting his fellow Kids Next Door, but like Rachel on the other side of the field, he was deep under cover. He moved over them, aiming down at Kuki. He tried to sound as menacing as possible. "Any last words?"

"YAH!" They all turned, only for Maurice to suddenly find himself with a face full of hot mustard. He fell onto the ground, clawing at the mustard. "Need'a hotdog wit' that?" Numbuh 4 jumped over to his companions, helping them both back up. The teens surrounded the Sector V operatives.

Knowing the impossible odds presented to them as the last lines of the teen forces surrounded them, the operatives took their fighting stances. They jumped forward and embarked on a melee of three against the teen forces.


The Chicken Pox cannons sent out continuous explosions of sounds, firing those cylindrical tins across the battle field. Despite the amount of operators that were needed to set up the machines, there was only one control unit that fired the shots, controlled by a single teen. Rachel looked around. The base bad been, for the most part, completely abandoned, except for the teen operating the cannons, and Father, who was stood atop a rock on the edge of the hill, looking across the field with binoculars, inspecting the battle. He could see that the teens were making their way up the KND flank. The kids were being blown to all sides by the chicken pox cannons.

Rachel moved to the lock of Patton's cell. She lifted a hair pin out from her boot, moving it into the lock slowly, without turning to it. She continued to fiddle with it, feeling around for the tumblers of the cell's lock. After a few moments, there was the sound of a satisfying click. She moved closer to him and whispered carefully. "Ok, I'm gonna see about taking over those controls. I'll send that teenager over this way; do what you do best when he gets here, alright?"

She marched away from the cell and over towards the teen at the cannon control console. Inspecting the way the console looked, and seeing that it was similar in control format to many Moonbase controls, she stood beside him. "How's it holding up here?"

"Alright, I guess. It's a bit bogus, though, doing this. It's really stressful, you know, like, keeping each machine moving to certain spots?" He pulled one of the levers back, slowly, keeping an eye on the crosshair on the radar.

"Wanna switch jobs? They left me on cruddy guard duty." Rachel pretended to wave her hand through invisible hair, in the direction of the cell, in a motion of flouting only teenagers could do, which had taken her years to master perfectly.

"I'm not sure, that kid's, like, dangerous, I heard." The teen took a glance over Rachel's shoulder, towards Patton, who was curled in his blanket in the corner again.

"Trust me, the kid's got the pox, and he's not going anywhere." Rachel nodded. "So whaddya say?"

"Umm… Yeah, sure, alright. I'm up for it." Rachel handed the boy the laser rifle, taking his place at the controls. She looked down at the radar and put her hands on a lever, pretending that she was actually doing work. Her eyes were kept on him as he moved in front of the cells. He turned his back to the cell bars and stared over at her, feeling happy to relax.

Suddenly, arms were around the boy's neck from through the bars, he gasped for air and tried to shout. Numbuh 60 had put the teen into a sleeper hold, slowly knocking the teen unconscious. The last the teen managed before passing out was lifting the laser rifle up, and firing it towards the cell. The blast hit one of the bars and made the sound of a metal clang.

The sound made Father's ears perk up, though it wasn't enough to make him look away from the battle.

Patton moved over to push the cell door open, but found he couldn't. He moved as close to the bars as he could to find an answer. The laser had struck the lock, melting the lock the adjacent bar together, keeping him inside. Numbuh 362 saw this and rushed over to him quickly. She started pulling on the bars with all her might, while he pushed at it.

The consequence of this was a loud racket that made Father bring his attention towards them. Father's eyes glowed bright when he turned around. "What is all the racket?!" He saw the scene: one of his own teen soldiers trying to break the main kid hostage out of the cell. The binoculars hit the floor with the sound of the lenses shattering. The fire began to collect around his inky black form as he took steps towards them. A ball of fire began to collect itself into his hand.

Rachel moved to dash away while Patton moved to the back of his cell. Father launched the fireball at the sprinting spy, the blast grazing off the side of one of the cannons. Rachel knew that her cover was blown, and the plan had gone to crud. She lifted her modified M.U.S.K.E.T. out from her belt and came up from behind one of the cannons, firing a blast towards Father.

Father avoided the blast and charged up another fireball. Rachel stood up and rolled to the control console. The fire ball went through the air, gaining size at it moved. It struck the console, leading to the consoles subsequent explosion and destruction. While Father and Numbuh 362 continued in their back and forth struggle of firing shots at one another, the cannons were lost. The chicken pox cannons had depended completely on the command console. Now, with the console destroyed, the cannons began to aim wherever they wished, at whatever whichway. They began to drift downwards, at first, initially blasting the teens that were storming up the hill, not the kids.

The cannons, after a series of random commands being sent through them, proceeded to turn towards each other, firing, and leading to an explosion of chicken box and scrap metal. Rachel was thrown backwards by the blast. Father became angry at the destruction of his weapons and started throwing an endless barrage of fireballs at the destroyed, burnt husks of machine.

He walked over to the defective soldier, looking down at her. Getting a good look inside of her destroyed face mask, and looking past the thimble sized chicken that were bawking across her face, a smile crept over his face, his eyes widening in happiness. Rachel had been knocked unconscious by the explosion, groaning from the pain in her back. He lifted his pipe back into his mouth.

"Well, well, well, Supreme Leader of the Kids Next Door, Numbuh 362… maybe this wasn't such a loss after all." He grabbed her by the collar and dragged her past the destroyed cannons, towards the cell beside Patton's.


The battle was no longer going their favor, as the teens surrounded the three operatives. They were continuing to knock the teenagers away as they attacked, but Numbuh 4 had lost his weapon, thus leaving the three with strictly hand-to-hand combat. There was now a mounting pile of knocked out teens collecting at their feet. The continuous flurries of punches, kicks, and flips that the Sector V operatives pulled off kept the swarm of teens at bay, but the swarm was steadily increasing, and they were getting tired.

A carefully aimed laser blast from a teen struck Kuki in the back, knocking her bodily to the floor. Wally got down beside her, holding back another teen. Nigel and Wally helped each other to lift her up, moving carefully until their backs were against another boulder. The teens were surging over them, and they knew that they couldn't hold them back for much longer. Numbuh 4 was worried about getting the injured Numbuh 3 back across their lines.

Suddenly, the attention was turned towards the KND lines. Sector V and the surrounding teens turned their heads at the sound of a piercing chant. Numbuh 15% was jumping over the barricade, followed by the rest of the KND forces. They charged forward, while continuing the onslaught of their 2x4 laser weapons.

The teens, caught unawares by the sudden charge of a couple dozen-hundred kids, were quickly knocked down by the combined force of the kids, or blasted down by the lasers. The teens were steamrolled down and forced back down the hill, either rolling after a sudden blow to the head, or by their own power as they retreated, of which there were only a few retreating, as the rest had been beaten either before, or during, the charge. Many operatives made a large line around the Sector V operatives, giving them a chance to carry Numbuh 3 back across the lines.

As they moved back from the barricade, Numbuh 15% moved over to Numbuh 4, taking Nigel's spot in carrying the injured operative back up to the base camp. Nigel shrugged his shoulders high. "Who ordered the charge, though? That's what I want to know!"

"Me." Nigel turned his attention towards the voice. The body the voice came from was currently sitting atop a high up rock, looking out on the kids, who were now chasing the fleeing teens down the hill and into the forest, while writing in a red notebook that was lying in his lap. Nigel blinked once he saw that combed down orange hair.

"Numbuh 101?! You ordered the charge?" Nigel pointed him, then the battlefield. He was, suffice to say, utterly shocked.

"Well, technically, I am last in the chain of command on this side of the field, below Numbuh 3. There are three people above me: Numbuh 3, then Numbuh 4, then you. All three of you were disposed of, leaving me in charge of the forces here. I saw you needed help, got them into a circular formation, and ordered the charge." The historian gave a soft smile down at Nigel from his rock. "A daring strategy, made by accident at the actual battle, but purposefully here, and to good effect, I think!"

"Thank you Numbuh 101, either way… you might have just assured us the victory on this hill." Nigel smiled, gesturing down towards the hillside, watching the operatives as they put cuffs on the teens.

"Just happy to record it all."

"Well, I'm gonna have them move faster with taking their prisoners," Nigel began to move towards the rest of his forces. "We have to reinforce the rest of the Kids Next Door."


The northern flank was still being stormed by the teenagers, who were desperately trying to push the kids back up to the top of the hill, to fight on even ground. The kids, as dictated by the laws of physics, were resisting the exact charge. The teens were kept at a stalemated location, on a lowered terrain compared to the kids. The sounds of fisted pounding on steel and bones cracking as they met the dirt echoed across the whole line. There were no lasers being fired, if you don't count the B.A.J.O.O.K.A.s and the soda can cannons, because ever fighter on the field was at too close quarters to actually get a good shot off. The entire field had been turned into an all out brawl.

In the very center of this brawl were the dueling former friends. The former Numbuh 12, now simply called 12 by Cree, and the current Numbuh 86 were wrestling one another on the ground. 12 had Fanny pinned to the ground, throwing repeated punching on her. Numbuh 86 kept her arms raised over her face and blocked the punches as they came. When 12 leaned back to bring her fist into the air, Numbuh 86 sprang up quick, wrapping her arms around 12's torso and lifting her up. She lifted her high into the air and then let her drop on her back on the rocks behind them.

Numbuh 86 rolled to her feet and turned to 12. The girl lurched forward, attempting to strike the red-head. Fanny slapped the punch away. She moved to kick her former friend in the leg. In response, 12 slid the aimed leg backward, moving forward for another punch. Fanny caught her old friend's fist and bent it back, forcing 12 onto the floor, gasping.

Fanny brought her foot quickly into 12's chest, sending her flying again. Fanny made her way over to her former friend and lifted her up by the collar, holding her up with a cocked fist. "Why di' ya do it?"

She smirked up at Fanny in response. "Because, It's always better to be on the winning side! The teens are stronger and smarter than you Kids Next Dorks." Her words were stopped when Fanny punched her mouth. She blinked for a moment in shock, spitting out one of her last baby teeth while she did.

"Tha's nae wha' I'm talking 'bout! Why did ya betray me?" Fanny held her up, closer to herself. There was a look of unbridled rage that even Sector V had never been able to bring about.

The dirty-blonde looked deep into her eyes. Something in her clicked, though she couldn't say what. Half of her was still bound to her duty to the teens, as she was one of them now, but another half of her wanted to justify herself to Fanny. She was honestly locked in a duel with herself. She needed t decide what was more important to do first; destroy this KND brat; or make her best friend understand. She made her decision fairly quickly.

"How many," She began, looking deeply into Fanny's eyes. "How many kids to watch go into that machine every week? How many of them have you known for so long, and you are forced to watch them step inside that machine, and not remember who you are when they get out?" Fanny noticed the little drip of water that slipped from her eyes. "I didn't want to forget about the KND, that's why I left. I didn't want to forget about my team, or the tree house… or you, Fanny. But the only way to do that was to join the enemy... I'm one of them now." She closed her eyes for a moment and let out a shaky breath. "It made things worse for us, but at least I'm allowed to remember the good times…"

She moved forward, wrapping her leg around Fanny's, stepping back. Numbuh 86, caught unawares, fell onto the floor. 12 sat on Numbuh 86's chest, using her knees to keep Fanny from bringing her arms up, balling a fist around a rock she had grabbed. "I'm sorry, Numbuh 86, but I still need to win, despite my feelings." She lifted her fist high into the air, to bring back down on Fanny's head.

Numbuh 86 shut her eyes, preparing herself for the blow. After a moment, she felt nothing, except for juice suddenly lightly soaking over her.

She sat up, looking ahead of her. Her enemy was lying sprawled out on the floor, soaked completely in juice from a massive carton, which lay exploded on her chest. She was breathing heavily, but unconsciously. Numbuh 2 rushed over to her, with his B.A.J.O.O.K.A. over his shoulder. He shouted at the unconscious teenager: "You just got juiced!"

He held his hand out to the head of Decommissioning. She grabbed it and accepted his help back up to her feet. "Are you alright, Numbuh 86?"

"Aye. I'm fine…" She looked around, seeing that the teens were being driven back by the kids. More kids were rushing over the hill, adding to the force.

She lifted up a stray M.U.S.K.E.T. that was lying on the ground, checking if it was still worthy of battle. Numbuh 2 stepped up to her, inserting another juice box into his launcher. "The teenagers are retreating."

"Chase 'em then." Numbuh 86 ran past her unconscious friend, putting it in her mind later to return and lock her up. Right now, the main goal was to get the teens off of their hill, and take out as many as possible, so that they would have less to deal with tomorrow.


. . . kick, drop, catch, punch, block, spin. . .

The cycle was finally broken when Cree moved in to lift her sister up. Numbuh 5 ducked under her arms and elbowed her cleanly. Cree stumbled back slightly, holding her nose. "You little brat!"

She jumped forward at Abigail. Numbuh 5 jumped into the air and landed a clean kick into Cree's jaw. Cree fell over onto her side. Quickly, the younger sister jumped onto the older one, sending down a bombardment of punches.

The problem with Cree was that it was so easy to make her go from fully focused into moving by instinct and rage. You just had to get a decent hit off on her and suddenly her movements were sloppy, and you could bring her down easily.

Something was stirring in her, an anger that had never been quite satisfied. There was always that sisterly rivalry between them, but the hatred grew with the fact they were both the best fighters in their opposite organizations. That anger had festered inside both of them, but this was the first time Abigail had ever had the best upper hand. Cree was lying there in pain, but Abby continued with her flurry of attacks; punching, kicking, and stomping on her sister.

Cree held her hand up to Numbuh 5 as she was prepping for another strike. "Stop! Please Abby, stop!" She shouted, before coughing from how hard her chest had been stomped on.

The mocha skinned girl stood there for a moment, fist high in the air. She heard the sounds of kids cheering, more stampeding over the hill. Numbuh 44 called out to her. "Numbuh 5! We need some extra help driving them back over here."

She pulled her red cap down and began to run over to Numbuh 44. She took a single look back at her defeated sister, witnessing Cree limping away from the battlefield, more teenagers following behind her.

Numbuh 5 made it to the top of the hill, but she was not needed much. The reinforcements from Culp's Hill were joining them. The teenagers had finally seen that their time was up. The kids gave chase across the field, but there was no need.

The teens had taken their defeat and run home with it.


"What do you mean that we lost?!" Father shouted at Chad and Cree. The fires emitting from around him, and growing.

Chad held his hand up to block the light. "I mean that we underestimated how hard they were going to fight. But we know their defenses, and we have weakened them. Tomorrow I'll lead the troops to-"

"No! All three of you failed me, in one go. Maurice is captured, Cree is injured, and you didn't even make it up the hill." Father, sat back, cooling off. "Tomorrow, the attack is mine, and you will guard our new guest."


Rachel was lying in her cell, shivering cold from the pox. They had stripped her of the B.R.A. and left her in her blue jumpsuit, which made her legitimately chilly in the night breeze. She was laying against the wall of her cell, beside the bars. She was muttering something while her teeth clattered and she shivered. She heard the sound of a something moving beside her and looked. Patton had reached through the bars was trying to hand her his blanket.

"Take it, sir." He said obediently.

She pushed it away. "Keep it, soldier."

"I messed up today. Take it."

"You did fine, Numbuh 60. Keep it."

Reluctantly, he brought the blanket back into his cell. She felt like she was the one who had failed him. He had been captured because she wanted to get behind enemy lines. She had been captured because she was sloppy in how she handled the whole situation. She laid down, pulling the blanket over her.

Chad watched from afar. That was the kid who had taken his place? That little girl who was sitting in a prisoner cell, with the chicken pox, shivering like it was the arctic, had replaced him as Supreme Leader of the Kids Next Door. He shook his head. The Supreme Leader would never give themselves up like that and be captured by the enemy. Then again, a Supreme Leader is supposed to be ready to give everything for the Kids Next Door, if it ensures victory. Looking at the destroyed cannons that gave them their advantage, Chad figured that maybe she was a decent Supreme Leader.


The sun had just finished setting, leaving the darkness of the night over the whole camp. The kids were celebrating with full glasses of root beer around roaring fires. Cheers were rising up from the camp. Sector V was intermingling among all of them. The operatives were in such high spirits that they were even offering, happily, some extra root beer to the teens who were closest to the fire. Numbuh 5 was actually chatting with Maurice, who was tied up by the fire. Despite their situation as prisoners, some of the teens were actually chatting casually with the kids who had captured them, discussing things like Yipper! or kick ball.

Numbuh 1 had already gone over the basic plans with everyone after the fighting had stopped. Nigel and Numbuh 101 would assign every single operative to their location, because they were expecting another major charge come morning. Now, however, was time for celebration, for fending off the biggest teen invasion in KND history, according to Numbuh 101.

No one was taking the attack tomorrow seriously, because, as they knew, they had made a correct assumption. The battle was won this day.


The only person who was not enjoying the celebration was sitting beside a medical bed. She was lying beside a girl who was forcibly strapped down to the medical bed, in the infirmary.

Fanny leaned forward, pulling the blankets over the girl's body carefully. Slowly, the former Numbuh 12 opened her eyes and looked around the room. She felt the straps, but also felt the warmness under the covers. She looked up to Fanny, who gave her a soft smile.

"I'm not being decommissioned now, am I?" She asked nervously.

Fanny shook her head. "I couldn't if I wanted to, right now… And I have no intention to." Fanny sat back in her chair, lifting her helmet off her head to free her wavy fire-touched hair. "Let's just stay here, and talk for a while…

Numbuh 12." She finished.