Well, I guess this might be an appropriate ending to the story. Maybe...
KND Moon Base, Command Deck: One Week Later
"My brother's been telling me about his concerns, how he now sees the dark side of the KND." A boy with the number '49' sown onto his jacket. "It all basically stems down to your team Numbuh 2030."
"I know Thomas." Numbuh 2030 raised his arm into the air and dropped it back down before taking a sip out of his root beer. "It always comes back to the Prospectors."
"Don't get me wrong here, I respect your team and all, I know what you guys did with Jonah Icarus, Legion, and what you guys did during Grandfathers return, which was incredibly stupid of you guys by the way."
"I thought holding a line would by them enough time to get whatever Numbuh 2 needed." Numbuh 2030 said before taking another sip out of his root beer. "Meh…Numbuh 1 saved us all anyways, we were just another casualty that day."
"Well anyways Nolan, Numbuh 73 practically broke your team's legs, but you still had the arms and heart to carry on." Numbuh 49 began as he opened a can of root beer. "So of course you retaliated."
"Are you accusing me of being responsible for all those things? And while we're on the topic of accusing, isn't true that you took over Numbuh 1's team for a mission?" Numbuh 2030 rose a brow.
"First of all, no, that was Nigel's girlfriend, she stole my code Numbuh, and I'm too lazy to do that. But we all know you and your team got payback on Numbuh 73 and his friends for what they did to you guys."
KND Moon Base: A day ago
Numbuh 2030 leaned against a wall across from where Ian and his friends were standing. The Prospector leader pulled a headset from his back pocket and placed it around his head. "Are we all in position?" Numbuh 2030 spoke into the mouth piece.
'We're good to go.' Numbuh 832 replied.
"H.E.A.D.S.E.T, kill the lights." Numbuh 2030 spoke into his H.E.A.D.S.E.T's mouth piece.
'Acknowledged' the A.I. responded.
The lights to the hallway instantly shut off. "What's going on?" Ian exclaimed. In the dark, green lights sped by Ian and his group.
"Tell us…do you like nightmares?" an eerie voice called out from the hallway.
"Who's there?" exclaimed the female operative.
"Don't tell us you're afraid of the dark."
The green lights continued to circle Ian and his group. One operative threw a punch at one of the lights, only to be pulled into the darkness.
"Oh Death, Oh Death, Oh Death, won't you spare me over til another year." A robotic voice in the darkness sang.
Chills ran down the operatives spines as the voices coming from the darkness continued sing.
"But what is this that I can't see with ice cold hands taking hold of me."
"When God is gone and the Devil takes hold, who will have mercy on your soul."
The sound of heavy footsteps began to echo throughout the darkened hall. "W-who's there?" Ian shouted as he pulled out an M.U.S.K.E.T.
"Oh, Death, оh Death, oh Death, No wealth, no ruin, no silver, no gold Nothing satisfies me but your soul." the robotic voice sang in the darkness.
"Find the light switch, someone find the light switch!" Ian exclaimed as the green lights began to drift away.
"Oh, Death, Well I am Death, none can excel, I'll open the door to heaven or hell." The robotic voice sang again.
The operative with hockey pads fumbled in the darkness as he searched a wall. He smirked as he found the light switch. The green lights disappeared behind hidden panel in the floor as metal footsteps drew closer towards the operatives. The operative flipped the switch, causing the lights to kick back on.
Ian and his friends' eyes widened in fear as before them stood a mechanoid with horns and an evil grin staring down at them as he lifted his ax arm into the air. "Oh, Death, оh Death,
my name is Death and the end is here...yes?"
The operatives screamed and ran immediately to the door. The mechanoid stood and laughed as the Prospectors emerged for their hiding places in the floor.
"Thanks again Death's Head." Numbuh 2030 smiled as he walked up beside the mechanoid.
"We are squared, no?" the mechanoid, freelance peacekeeping inter dimensional time traveling agent said in the form of a question.
"Yeah, yeah we're squared."
KND Moon Base, Command Deck: Present Day
"No, I'm pretty sure I had no part in such an event." Numbuh 2030 smirked.
"I see." Numbuh 49 nodded.
"…So if you and your brother are twins…how come he joined the KND later than you did?" Numbuh 2030 questioned as he opened another can of root beer.
"…That's a story for another time." Numbuh 49 sighed as he crushed a soda can beneath his foot.
"You know the invitation still stands." Numbuh 2030 said as he chucked an empty soda can at a trash can.
"Meh, suicide missions aren't my thing." Numbuh 49 sighed. "Do give my regards to the others; I still owe Josh that soda for getting us out of that mess in arctic training."
"I'll be sure to let him know." Numbuh 2030 said as Numbuh 49 got up and left. Numbuh 2030 looked around the metal hall. Numbuh 2030 turned his head to the glass view port, noticing a star shine brighter than any other in the dark void.
Numbuh 94 and the rest of the Decommissioning Squad entered the Command Deck, hauling a teenager away for decommissioning. "You evaded us for two days, Numbuh 529. It's actually bitter sweet seeing this was the most fun in a chase we've ever had." Numbuh 99 said aloud.
"O look." Numbuh 91 pointed to Ian and his group of friends as they approached Numbuh 2030. "Front row sets to the main event."
"Numbuh 2030." Ian said aloud, shaking his head. "You think you can get away with making us look like fools."
"If you're here to intimidate me, you're going to have to do better than bringing your posse." Numbuh 2030 said as he continued to stare at the star.
"Twenty, there are twenty of us, and one of you." Ian glared at Numbuh 2030 as some of his fellow operatives revealed 2x4 weapons. "Not good odds for a freak like you. Your poorly built automaton can get you out of this."
"First off, he would kill you if he heard you say that about him" Numbuh 2030 said a matter-of-fact. "Second, I have stared down a crazed man hell bent on destroying childhood. I have faced my greatest nightmares at the end of a syringe. I helped hold the line at Sector V along with Numbuh 60, my team, and a handful of inexperienced cadets. Do you honestly think I am intimidated by you?"
Ian gritted his teeth. He snapped his fingers, signaling the operative with hockey pads. The operative punched Numbuh 2030 across his face, causing the rest of the operatives to attack the Prospector leader.
Numbuh 94 shook his head and turned to Numbuh 99. "Shouldn't we help him?"
"Nah, let Ian and his friends have their fun." Numbuh 99 folded his arms and watched with glee.
Numbuh 94 shook his head and stepped forward, S.C.C.A.M.P drawn. "This isn't right."
"Numbuh 94 don't you dare interfere!" Numbuh 99 exclaimed. "If you do, you are off this team! Numbuh 94 are you listening!"
Numbuh 94 charged forward. He hit the nearest operative with the butt of his S.C.C.A.M.P and aimed the laser rifle at Ian. "Disperse! Now!"
Several operatives spun around and pointed M.U.S.K. , S.P.I.C. , and S.C.C.A. at Numbuh 94. "Walk away, now." Ian said as two operatives held up Numbuh 2030.
Numbuh 2030 looked up, seeing fear in Numbuh 94's eyes. "Put the operative down, now!" Numbuh 94 shouted. Ian walked up to Numbuh 94 without hesitation and grabbed the S.C.C.A.M.P out of his hands and hit him with it.
"All you can do is imply" Ian smirked as he hit Numbuh 94 with the S.C.C.A.M.P, knocking him down. "You're as worthless as the rest of these freaks."
"Really, I leave only a moment ago and this happens." Numbuh 49 said entering the Command Deck. He turned to see Numbuh 94 on the floor, his helmet knocked off, revealing the decommissioning operative to have the exact same face as Numbuh 49. "Can you step away from my brother; I'd rather not have to fight someone."
"You're related to this freak sympathizer?" Ian rose a brow.
"Well of course, I just said he's my brother, get your ears checked." Numbuh 49 shook his head. The Sector C cartographer turned to see two operatives holding up a battered and bruised Numbuh 2030. "Will you put him down?"
The two operatives obliged by dropping Numbuh 2030. "Ow." Numbuh 2030 muttered.
"Just walk away map maker, this doesn't concern you." Ian said, now pointing the S.C.C.A.M.P. at Numbuh 49.
"O it concerns me…it also concerns them." Numbuh 49 nodded his head, revealing Numbuhs 832, 72, 1/2 and 2/4 standing in a doorway, weapons raised.
"Prospectors, what do we do now?" Numbuh 832 said aloud to his team as he aimed his harpoon at Ian's face.
"We show up, shoot, and leave, the less coherent the better!" The team said in unison before charging at Ian and his group.
Numbuhs 1/2 and 2/4 struck the nearest operatives with an oversized hammer and mallet, sending them flying. The unlikely duo blocked punches and struck opponents, completely in sync with the other.
Numbuh 832 clashed with the hockey pad wearing operative. The operative threw a punch, only for Numbuh 832 to catch it with his one hand. Numbuh 832 proceeded to kick the operative's legs and hit the side of his head with his harpoon arm.
Numbuh 72 blasted several operatives with his modified S.C.C.A.M.P. The operatives began to disperse as Numbuh 72 began to exclaim maniacally. "Daka daka daka daka daka daka daka daka daka daka! Needs more daka!"
"…You…call us 'freaks' Ian…" Numbuh 2030 began weakly as he pulled out a modified M.U.S.K.E.T. "…disabilities…most of us have them…but that…that is what… makes us more effective operatives…we work with our weaknesses…we make them our strengths…we're Prospectors."
Numbuh 2030 blasted the two operatives beside him and charged at Ian as he combated Numbuh 49. Ian blocked Numbuh 49's punches and kneed him in the gut. The Sector C cartographer fell over, clutching his gut. Numbuh 94 began to clutch his gut in pain as well.
Ian took notice of Numbuh 94's actions and stomped on Numbuh 49's leg, causing both operatives to hold their legs in pain. "No way…you can feel one another's pain…that's interesting." Ian rubbed his chin in thought before being tackled by Numbuh 2030.
Ian threw the Prospector leader aside and took up a fighting stance. "Bring it on freak."
Numbuh 49 forced himself up and limped towards Numbuh 94. "I told you being a decommissioning squad operative was bad for our health, Terry."
"Sorry… I couldn't just stand by Thomas." Numbuh 94 grunted in pain as his brother helped him up.
"Meh…what's done is done." Numbuh 94 sighed.
Numbuh 2030 slowly approached Ian, his arms at his sides. "You're outmatched twenty thirty, I was ranked tenth best fighter in our class. Numbuh 362, 60, and 86 being the top three."
"Funny…I was ranked eighth in our class." Numbuh 2030 stated before charging towards Ian. Numbuh 2030 kicked past Ian, dodging a punch in the process. Numbuh 2030 grabbed Ian's neck and brought his leg back, kicking Ian's forward. Numbuh 2030 slammed Ian onto the metal floor and punched him in the face, knocking him out instantly.
Numbuh 2030 looked around, finding Ian's operatives all on the floor groaning in pain. "…Yep…the less coherent the better."
Numbuh 99 approached Numbuh 94 and proceeded to yell into his ear. "You are off the team you freak!" Numbuh 94 jumped back, rubbing his ear in pain.
Numbuh 49 rubbed his ear in pain and approached Numbuh 99. "Leave…or be prepared to lay on the metal floor alongside Ian and hid friends."
Numbuh 99's eyes widened as he took in the twenty-one operatives injured states and ran back to his team to deliver Numbuh 529 for decommissioning.
"So…what happens now?" Numbuh 49 asked Numbuh 2030.
"Well…seeing as they attacked me…you all were being good operatives and saving me" Numbuh 2030 smirked. "You know…that invitation could be for two?"
Numbuh 49 looked over his shoulder at his brother, who was conversing with the other Prospectors. "Count us down as a maybe."