Operation: COMRADES

by Crash Ichimonji

When the Kids Next Door lose contact with their South Carolina Base and the search team sent there, Numbers 1-5 are sent to investigate. But what they find there is more than they expected, and could they have found unlikely allies? PG-13 for swearing.

4. Part 4

Disclaimer:
I don't own "Kids Next Door" and all its characters, just Dmitri, Mo, and Aki. KND belongs to Mr. Warburton and Mo Willems and those other guys.

Second Disclaimer: I don't own the copyrighted names listed here. They all belong to their respected owners.

Kids Next Door Operation:
CO.M.R.A.D.E.S.

Part 4

Dmitri awoke with a start, flinging his eyes wide open, but not moving an inch. The air around him smelled of intruders…armed intruders. As quietly as he could, and without making any sudden movements, the commander called out to his team in a hushed voice.

"Psst! Mo, Aki, wake up, but don't move!" he whispered.

"What is it, Commander?" Aki asked as she detected the same scents as her commanding officer. Mo sniffed the air too, making a grim face. "What do you want us to do?"

"Do you have your veapons with you?" the Russian asked as he slowly grabbed his AK

"Affirmative," Aki confirmed as she grasped her Famas close to her body. Meanwhile, Mo slowly took the safety off of his MP5 and got ready to make whatever move his commander had planned.

"On my count, we fire at all directions. Attack Pattern Gamma."

"Roger."

"One…Two…THREE!" Instantly, the trio jumped onto their feet and began firing at will at all surrounding directions. The targets blasted off from their positions with their rocket-propelled boots, soaring into the treetops and firing lasers, mustard blasts, and gumballs.

"They're fast!" Aki called out as she aimed her French gun into the air, shooting down only a few of the enemies at a time.

"What's going on here!" Nigel suddenly asked as he and the other operatives awoke from the shooting.

"You back-stabber!" Dmitri called out at the bald boy. "How dare you call your fellow operatives to take us! And after vhat you said last night!" Dmitri was enraged as he continued to fire his Russian gun at the kids flying around him and his team.

"What are you talking about!" Number One demanded. "I never told headquarters to come here!"

"But I DID!" and Irish voice called out as more KND agents popped out from behind trees and began firing at the teenagers. "Get the nets!" Number 86 called out as her team of KND soldiers shot out three and instantly trapped them.

"Numbuh 86!" Kids Next Door operatives 1-5 all asked, shocked.

"Thanks to you five, we've finally captured the renegade operatives Dmitri Kalashnikov and Mo Jackson. Alright, men, quit firing!" she commanded as her troops flew down to the trapped teenagers and began to tie the ends to their nets. "And you must be Aki Miramoto," she said to the redhead. "So sorry to have to do this to a fellow girl. But I'm a Kids Next Door operative before I'm a girl."

"Leave her alone!" Dmitri yelled as he tried to think of a plan out of this situation. "She's got nothing to do with this! Take Mo and me, but leave her out! She wasn't a KND operative!"

"Nothing to do with this? Ah, but she has," the Irish girl explained. "She's assisted in the quartering of wanted fugitives, and she's helped them sabotage Kids Next Door Missions."

"Sabotage missions?" Nigel asked Dmitri, who looked away in shame.

"It's true…" the commander sighed. "Sometimes ve couldn't allow the KND to interfere vith our missions. I'm sorry, you had to find out Numbuh One…"

"I guess you really HAVE changed, Dmitri," Number One frowned. "Still, Numbuh 86, how did you know it was them?" he asked his superior.

"Simple," Fanny said as she approached Number One and took off the tracker she gave him that was planted behind left ear. "This tracker is also a transmitter. We heard everything you've said since the Phoenix base," she grinned.

"How dare you!" Nigel roared as he grabbed her shoulders. "Since WHEN did the Kids Next Door stoop to such lowly tactics!"

"Get your hands off me!" the Number 86 said as she pushed the bald boy back. "Get with the program, Numbuh One! We had to see if the teenagers really were the former operatives who escaped decommissioning. Besides, I needed to know if you're really going to betray us at thirteen and join these traitors. Because that's punishable by premature decommissioning," she glared at Nigel with intense fury.

"I…Uh…" Number One looked over at Dmitri, who also eagerly awaited the answer. "My team and I will…stay loyal to the Kids Next Door and be decommissioned at thirteen, like everyone else…" he sighed as he looked at Dmitri, who only shook his head in shame.

"Good, for helping us capture the teens, you and your team might get promoted," she said as she patted Nigel's shoulder.

"Fuhget it!" Wally said.

"Yeah, keep your promotions to yourself!" Number Five replied.

"Fine, your loss…" 86 shrugged as she walked over to Dmitri and kicked him in the head. Unbeknownst to everyone else, the Russian had clipped on his bayonet blade and had secretly sawed through his fine netting. In an instant, he pounced out of his net hole and grabbed Number 86 by her right arm, pulling it behind her back painfully, and brought his bayonet knife millimeter away from her throat. "ACK! Let me go, or I'll-"

"You'll do NOTHING you pigheaded Irish tart!" he snarled at her as he brought her arm further back. "Let's make a deal, or I'll slit your throat…" he hissed almost sinisterly.

"Commander!" the operatives 1-5 all said at random times together.

"What kind of deal do you think I'll make with a worthless teenager?" Fanny spat back.

"You let Aki, Mo, and me go, and ve promise not to…not to sabotage anymore of your missions that get in our way. Deal?" the commander looked straight into the girl's glaring eyes.

"I've got a better proposition," she smiled mischievously. "Alright, boys, surround Numbuhs One thru Five!" she called out to her team, who did as they were told. The surrounded operatives couldn't do a thing to stop it either, as they were all unarmed and unprepared to fight 20 or so armed and skilled agents. "Now, Mr. Kalashnikov, give yourself up or I'll blast your friends here. Deal?" she grinned smugly, knowing the commander wasn't about to let five innocent kids get fried.

"…Damn you!" Dmitri cursed as he let go of the girl and kicked her from behind, launching her away from him. Instantly, the Number 86's agents surrounded the Russian, taking his weapon, and handcuffed him.

"Humph!" Fanny said as she got up and dusted herself off. "Oh, by the way, I was bluffing. I wouldn't have actually shot these operatives," she grinned as her guards all pointed their weapons at the teenagers now. "Take them to the ship, and put their weapons in with ours. We might be able to learn something from the design of them. Oh, and don't worry fellow operatives," she said to Numbers 1-5. "We'll send another team of operatives to help you find the enemies." And so, Number 86 and her guards left, making Dmitri walk at gunpoint, and dragged the other two teenagers after their weapons were confiscated.

"Theh gone," Number Four said in shock.

"Too bad, they were just growing on me, too," Number Two sighed.

"So, Numbuh One, what's the game plan now?" Number Five asked.

"I…I guess we just wait for the second team to come and help us," he shrugged with a depressed face. Aside from his little outburst just now, Dmitri wasn't that bad of a guy, and Number One couldn't bring himself to think that he had aided in his capture. 'I'm sorry, Dmitri,' he thought. 'There's nothing I can do…'

An hour had passed since the capture of the three commando teens, an hour since their greatest defeat. The trip to the Moon Base uneventful and smooth. Before they knew it, the three teenagers were being strapped into the decommissioning chairs all next to one another, an all too grim sight for Dmitri and Mo to remember. The guards had left the trio to get a snack in the hallway, leaving the teens some time to talk amongst themselves one last time.

"Well…" Dmitri sighed. "I didn't think it vould end this way. I figured ve'd just retire in our tventies or something…." His voice trailed off with despair.

"Commander…er…Dmitri?" Aki asked nervously. "What…what do you think will happen to us after we're…you know…?"

"Who knows…maybe we'll just do NORMAL things that teenagers do," he sneered. "Damn these Kids Next Dumb! I hope they lose to Father and his cronies! I hope that they-"

"Dmitri!" Aki cried. "Please, don't say that sort of stuff anymore!" she sniffed. "I don't want to wish anything bad on Nigel and his friends…"

"Uh-! Sorry, Aki," the Russian sighed as the room became silent for what seemed like forever. There was something turning in his head, something that had been bugging him all these years, and now it was too late to say it. He wanted to say that-

"Dmitri…I…I…" Aki finally spoke again. "I…I love you…I wanted to tell you that earlier, but I…I knew that it would only make things difficult for you as our leader. There, I said it. I'm sorry," she finished as she began to weep softly.

"Aki…" the commander said in a calm and comforting voice. "Aki, I'm not upset vith you. I know how you feel because…because…"

"Because what?"

"Because…I love you too. I didn't vant to say it because of the same reasons. I didn't vant to anyone to find out my feelings for you because I didn't vant them to use them against us. So, I had to stay silent about it. I should be the vone who's sorry…" he bent his head down, failing at fighting back the tears falling slowly from his dark eyes. "Vell, who knows, ve might end up meeting again. Maybe…Oh forget it, it's hopeless!" he yelled, cursing himself for being too careful about his true feelings.

"Commander…" a deep voice finally spoke up. Aki and Dmitri all looked over at the source of the voice.

"Mo?" the two star-crossed lovers asked.

"Commander, it doesn't have to end this way," Mo continued.

"What do you mean, Mo?" Dmitri asked.

"I could use…it."

"No! Absolutely NOT!" the Russian refused. "Ve have no idea if it's even operational!"

"Oh, it is," Mo explained. "It's been charging all these years, waiting to be finally initialized. It'll work."

"But, Mo," Aki protested. "Using it might KILL you! You don't want that!"

"Anything's better than having a mind devoid of what's left of my memories!"

"Mo, I von't risk losing you permanently! I-" Dmitri objected.

"Commander, you said that it was horrible having a friend who couldn't remember the good times and the bad, what do you think it was like for me? All I know is that you and I are good friends, and that we had been through a lot. It was like I was with a stranger when I was alone. I felt so out of place because I couldn't reminisce with you all the time; that we had to start all over at being friends! I'd rather die with these memories I've made with you two over these four years than be killed mentally! If I'm going down, I'm going down fighting! It's our only chance to keep this friendship we three have made together!"

Silence deafened the room for minutes. Finally, Dmitri spoke.

"Do you know the passvord?" he asked in a calm tone.

"Yes, I still do," Mo answered, equally cool.

"Heh heh heh…" the Russian snickered, finally feeling like his old self again, full of hope, and full of confidence. "Alright. On my signal, Mo, give them hell. Ve'll show these punk-ass children not to mess vith us!"

"Dmitri…" Aki finally smiled again.

Just in time, the doors to the room opened up, revealing Number 86 and her team of elite KND operatives. The group encircled the trio sitting in the middle of the room while one operative went to the control station to start the decommissioning.

"Well, I hope you've had a fun time playing hooky with us," Fanny smiled maliciously at the teenagers who all put up false faces of despair and anger. "Any last words before we turn you three into nothing but harmless fools?"

"Da," Dmitri nodded. "Mo, NOW!" Instantly, everyone looked over at Mo, who was tensing every muscle in his body at that moment.

He finally looked up at the kids with a face of sheer determination yelling at the top of his lungs "Bring it ON!" Instantly, dull titanium plates sprang out from his back, covering his body in a hulking armor and breaking off the restraints which had held his body captive.

"It…It can't be…!" Number 86 gasped at the sight of the 7 foot tall monster before her and her team. "It's…It's…A.P.E. !" True to its name, A.P.E. resembled an armor plated gorilla with larger-than-normal-proportioned arms.

"Rrrraugh!" Mo roared as he swung his right arm at the dumbfounded kids, sending them flying across the room, bumping their heads against the wall and going unconscious. The cyber-suit had the power of a freight train, and yet, Mo's suit had the ability to be subtle enough to undo the restraints on his friends, who were more than thankful.

"Mo, how much longer can you sustain this form?" Dmitri asked as he walked over to a large computer in the room and began typing away. He was looking for where his and his team's weapons were being held; lord knows they didn't want to have to use 2x4 tech weapons for too long.

"I'd give it another hour before it needs to be charged again, sir," Mo went back to talking as he would to his superior.

"Alright then. Ah, here ve go," the commander said as he brought up a schematic of the Moon Base, with three sectors highlighted. "Over here is vhere ve are," he pointed to the highlighted Sector 7. "Our veapons are over in here," he moved his finger up and to the left to Sector 2. "And the escape ships are over here," he finally pointed over to Sector 15, just above Sector 2. "Ve'll need to use you, Mo, as our shield and offensive weapon until ve can get our veapons back, and maybe still as a way of holding them off in the ships' hangar. Do ve all understand the game plan?"

"Right!" Aki nodded.

"Roger," Mo crossed his metallic arms across his titanium chest.

"Alright, Mo, take the point, I'll give you directions. Aki, take two of these guys' weapons for now," Dmitri pointed over at the knocked out operatives. Aki grabbed two Coke-bottle laser rifles and handed one to her lover/superior. "Ok, let's move out!"

The trio ran out of the Decommissioning Room and ran at top speed; Mo blocking shots from the alarmed operative's weapons and Aki and Dmitri covering the rear. After about five minutes of heading down corridors, the group came into the Weapons' Storage Room, where they hurriedly recovered their guns, grenades, and gear.

"Alright, they'll probably sound-" the Russian began but was soon interrupted by an alarm.

"BZZ! BZZ! Attention all Kids Next Door operatives, the three teenagers Dmitri Kalashnikov, Mo Jackson, and Aki Miramoto have escaped! Seal off all sectors and exit-ways, don't let them escape!" a young girl's voice commanded over the PA system throughout the Moon Base.

"That's our cue," Kalashnikov laughed. "Ok, let's move out, troops!" he commanded as they all rushed out of the room and headed up the stair-way to Sector 15: the Hangar. On the way up, three kids in orange jump suits got in their way, but Mo was quick to act and pounded them into the wooden structure of the stairs, knocking them out instantly.

"Not too shabby," Aki commented as Mo gave the team a thumbs-up.

"Let's hurry now," Dmitri told them as they ascended until they reached a large half-circle of doors guarded by half a dozen heavily armed kids. "Open fire!" he yelled to his teammates as they fired at the kids, barraging them with dozens of incredibly stinging 6mm copper BB's. The children soon cowered into fetal positions from a pain they hadn't expected from 'toy guns.' This gave Mo the opportunity to hammer his enlarged metal fists into the closed doors, splintering them into toothpicks in seconds. The teenagers then came to a sight they had not expected: four identical ships, each the size of a small yacht.

"Which one do we take, Commander," Aki asked as she looked back quickly to see if any more operatives were behind them.

"All of them," the Russian said almost naturally.

"What?"

"Aki, see those two on the right? Program them to launch in five minutes. Vone somevhere in Southeast Asia, and vone in the middle of Africa. Mo," he turned to the armored, Congo-born member of his troupe. "Go to the vone on the far left and set it to launch somevhere in the American Northvest in five minutes."

"Right!" both teenagers saluted as they hurried over to the 2x4 tech ships and began to set their autopilots. Meanwhile, Dmitri kept a close watch on the 'doorway' Mo had made, just in case anyone had followed them yet. Within a minute, the two teens came back to their commander and gave him a thumbs up.

"Now, let's take the ship ve didn't set," he commanded as they followed him into the craft and shut the doors. Aki walked up to the pilot's station and began to set its coordinates.

"Where are we going, sir?" she asked. "The Amazon to help Nigel and his friends?"

"Niet," the Russian shook his head. "That's the first place they'll suspect us at. Ve need to re-supply ourselves first."

"Shall I set it for Chernonton, Russia? Our old base?"

"Niet. If ve go somevhere public the game's over; they'll most likely have agents there who'll catch us. Set the coordinates for Katanga, Russia; nothing's out there but a small town of less than 200, and I have an old friend there that can help us out vith supplies," he commanded, with Aki soon setting the autopilot for the said location. Dmitri took the controls of the ship, since he was the only one who ever underwent the VR training for piloting, and prepared to fire the engines. After less than three minutes of waiting, the KND operatives made their way into the hangar and split up to search the ships.

Right on schedule, the three ships' engines fired up automatically and began to take off before the kids could get to them. Within a split second of seeing the other ships start up their boosters, Dmitri gunned his ship's engines and traveled at nearly the same speed as the decoy ships. All at once, the ships left the Moon Base and separated ways across the globe.

"That ought to confuse them," Dmitri laughed as he looked back at Aki and the now armor-less Mo. Both teenagers grinned at him in victory of their escape. 'Hang in there, Nigel…' he thought as he sped towards his homeland. 'Just hold out for a few hours, and ve'll be back…'

"Glad you could finally make it, Numbuhs 48, 97, 21, 102, and 78," Nigel said as he and his team all shook hands with the newly-arrived squad of KND operatives. It had been almost three hours since Dmitri and his teammates had left, and the team was already adjusting to the lack of adolescents.

"Glad to be here, Numbuh One," Number 97, a blonde girl armed with a gumball-machine gun, smiled back.

"So," Number 78, a brown-haired boy with glasses, asked. "How much do you know about the enemy?"

"Well…To tell you the truth, not much more than you guys," Number Two blushed.

"What Numbuh Two MEANS to say," Number One broke in. "Is that we haven't learned anything new since the Phoenix base. However, we think the Delightful Children might be in on it."

"Yeah," Number Five added. "I did notice that the brainwashed kids all had the same creepy eyes and voices as those Delightful brats."

"Hm…" Number 97 thought to herself for a moment. "Well, I guess we'll have to just head to the ships and recon the place from above; no need to stay in the disgusting jungle, right?" she laughed.

"Yeah," Number One agreed as his teammates all nodded.

"Good, see you guys in the sky," 97 smiled as she and her team broke for the ship they had arrived on while Nigel and his crew went to theirs. Between the ships was a lone armored black ship, belonging originally to the teenagers Dmitri, Mo, and Aki. The ship was still being protected by the titanium-steel alloy armor and could only be opened by one of its previous owners. 'But they're gone now…' thought Nigel as he boarded his ship.

(KZZK! Numbuh One, we found it! Repeat, we found the base our enemy is hiding at!) Number 97 reported over the radio to Hoagie and the rest of the other team of operatives.

"Roger that," Number Two responded as he handed the mic to Nigel, who was sitting right next to him.

"Where are you right now?" he asked.

(About twenty-two miles south of you guys. The base looks something like an old temple/pyramid, with heavy renovations. We're descending just a quarter of a mile away from it; there seem to be no guards at all.)

"Roger that, 97.," Number One said. "We'll be there shortly," He then hung up the radio transceiver. "Alright, Numbuh Two, full speed south!"

"Aye-aye, Numbuh One," Hoagie Gilligan saluted his leader and turned the ship southward, flying close to the speed of sound. Within a few minutes, the team landed their ship right next to the one the other team of operatives had flown in. As operatives 1-5 exited their ship, they carried as much heavy artillery as they could.

"Ok, then," Number 97 said as she and her teammates all lock and loaded their guns as well. "Let's keep a sharp look-out while we head into this place."

"Wait," Number One interrupted. "Do any of you have a transponder to Central Command? If this IS the base we're looking for, we'll need to contact them."

"Covered," Number 78 said as he held out his small calculator-like device.

"Ok, let's move out!" Number 97 said as she led the expedition over to the once Mayan or Incan temple. For several minutes, the base premises was quiet and lacking any activity, minus the occasional bird fluttering away. And occasionally, Number Three would comment,

"Ooh! Look at the cute little birdy!"

Finally, the kids happened upon the entrance of the building: a golden, squared-off, and closed-off, doorway embroidered with fancy swirls and wave-like crests.

"Ugh…" Number Four groaned. "This place has 'Delightful' written all ovuh it."

"Don't let that throw your guard off, operatives," Nigel suggested.

"So, uh, how are we getting in?" Number Two asked as he walked up to the doors' right, spotting a keypad terminal.

"Wait, Numbuh Two!" 78 stopped his fellow operative from touching the device.

"Oops, sorry."

"Numbuh 102," Number 97 asked. "Get out the Scrambler."

"Right!" the boy said as he searched through a backpack he had been carrying. Finally, he pulled out what looked like an electric eggbeater with a calculator attached to it. Meanwhile, Number 87 opened up the control panel's casing, revealing a juxtaposition of wires and circuits. Number 102 then placed the Scrambler inside the opened box and turned on his device. The eggbeater spinners of the device pulled and wrapped the wires up in a ball, then rearranged them to connect with the calculator portion of the device. Numbers flashed all around the screen of the calculator, until they lit up with the number combination of 04-19-85. Instantly, the doors of the building opened up with a mechanical hiss.

"Be on your guard, teams," 97 cautioned as they entered the dark facility. The teams turned on their night-vision goggles and searched around the place's interior for clues, the whereabouts of the missing operatives, and a light-switch for that matter.

Without warning, the entire inside brightened up into a fully-lit, high-tech gladiator coliseum interior with the seats all filled up with hundreds of armed children with creepy blue eyes, laser guns, blue and white uniforms, and red football helmets. Also in their midst were red and white uniformed football players armed with Battle Ready Armor. Above in what would have been the sportscasters' booth was none other than the Delightful Children from Down the Lane and their fiendish boss/parent Father.

"Well, well, well," the Children all said in unison. "If it isn't the nosey Kids Next Door. What should we do with them, Father?"

"Hm…" the dark man said as he took out his pipe and thought for a bit. "It would be logical to turn them into your brethren, like we did with the others. However, I think we should see how good of Children they'll make, don't you think?"

"Why yes, Father. That is an excellent idea. All child-soldiers; ATTACK!" Instantly, the white and blue uniformed kids picked up their guns and moved as one great mass of brainwashed fury against the ten operatives.

"Wh-What do we do now, 97?" 102 asked shakily.

"F-Fight, of course!" she yelled as the ten kids all open-fired at the child-soldiers. With each hit, the mass of numerous children quickly regrouped.

"YAAH! Take that, ya cruddy-traituhs!" Wally yelled as he fired rapid blasts from his mustard guns, throwing the occasional shaving cream grenade into the mass. Slowly, but surely, he was knocking out more kids; lessening their force at a steady rate.

"Eat gumballs!" Hoagie called out as he dove into the crowd of kids, then firing a full 360 degrees at his surrounding enemies.

"Nice one, Numbuh Two!" Nigel said as he flew into the air, courtesy of his rocket boots, and began dive-bombing the brainwashed kids with his spanking-gun.

"Sorry! Sorry!" Number Three said as she continued to fire teddy bears at the enemies. "Sorry, this hurts me more than…Well, it'll hurt you more! He he!"

"Fire in the hole!" Abigail called out as she threw a grenade into the mass. In a bright explosion, the area where the grenade was thrown was covered with a sticky substance.

"Numbuh Five," Number One asked as he hovered behind Number Five's back, covering her with his spanking-gun. "Was that one of Aki's?"

"Yup! She gave me one before we left the ships last night! But that's all Numbuh Five's got!"

"Good work, though! I'll cover you!" the bald kid said.

"It is useless to resist, Kids Next Door," the Children said from above. "You will eventually lose to our superior numbers and forces. Ha ha ha ha ha ha!" True to the Delightfuls' words, the mass had completely encircled the group of ten operatives. The football players in the audience roared and hooted as the KND operatives ceased firing.

"Surrender, you brats," Father sneered. "Surrender and nothing bad will become of you."

"Yeah, Jus whut ah ya gonna do tuh us!" Number Four demanded.

"Why, Delightfulization. Nothing else. It's quite painless, really, and you'll be a lot smarter than now. Besides, it will help you blossom into such wonderful adults."

"Numbuh Five don't want none of that!" Abigail protested as she fired at the mass once more.

"Yeah, neither will Numbuh Two!" Hoagie joined in.

"Keep fighting until you have no more fight left in you!" Number One proclaimed as he and the rest of the group fired again. It seemed hopeless: ten against less than a thousand. All odds were against them. 'It'll take a miracle to save us…' almost all the operatives thought simultaneously.

Without warning, the high ceiling of the coliseum broke in one section in the middle; the falling debris causing the Delightfulized children to scatter. Raining down from the hole was what looked like a small version of a stealth bomber armed with numerous cannons that fired out giant blobs of manila goop that rolled like a large ball, yet was sticky enough to pick up the brainwashed kids that got in the way. After five blasts had been issued, most of the Delightful soldiers were stuck in place from the gloop.

The ship hovered down next to the operatives, of which only Numbers 1-5 knew what was going on. As the pressurized door opened up, out poured three teenagers: a large African-American with an MP5 and a rocket launcher, wearing a jungle-camouflage uniform; a brown-haired boy in an grey and white camouflage BDU, with the coat tied around his waist, and an AK-47; and a red-headed Japanese girl in a black and grey ninja suit and mask, armed with a katana strapped to her back and a Famas in her arms.
"Dmitri? Mo? Aki?" the five operatives asked, bewildered.

"Da! Ve couldn't let you guys have all the fun!" Dmitri said as he took point and began shooting the Delightful soldiers.

"If you're here, then that means…" Number 97 said as she and her teammates all turned their guns at the teenagers.

"No! They're not the enemy!" Hoagie explained as he and the other operatives made a human shield in front of the teens.

"Numbuh Two is right," Nigel concurred. "We need to concentrate on the CURRENT enemies. Otherwise, we'll LOSE."

"But they're TEENAGERS!" 97 complained. However, she was suddenly grabbed by several of the soldiers, along with the rest of her team, and taken off to the Delightful Children.

"Dmitri! Get them! We'll cover you guys!" Number One said as he and his team returned to firing at the soldiers while Dmitri and the other two adolescents went after the captured operatives. The trio ran after the kids and shot only at the soldiers' feet, hoping to trip them from the stinging of the BB's. From out of nowhere, a large group of football players in Battle Ready Armor blocked the way; but Mo was quick to act.

"Bring it ON!" he yelled as he became incased in his armored shell. "Commander, I'll take these guys. You and Aki go ahead!" he told them as he rammed three of the players, knocking them down.

"Right, be careful Mo!" Dmitri said as he and Aki fled after the soldiers once again. The chase led up the coliseum steps and up to a mid-section walkway, where a rogue fist nearly missed the commander's face.

"Hold it right there!" a ninja clad in female BRA said as she took her fighters' stance.

"Cree, long time no see," Dmitri chuckled as he cocked his gun.

"Dmitri, I thought you didn't really know her," said, confused.

"Vell, let's just say she's an old flame."

"Ha! You should see yourself, Dmitri; you're a lone soldier fighting a losing battle. You're drowning in time; I know what it's like. So, why not join Father and we can get back together?" Cree asked as her helmet retracted.

"You should see YOURself, Cree: you haven't aged vell," the Russian laughed.

"Grr…How DARE you!" she yelled as she lunged at Dmitri with her wrist-blade

KTING! a lone katana blade blocked the African-American girl's blade.

"No one," Aki growled. "Touches my man!" she said as she thrust Cree's arm-blade away from Dmitri. "Commander, I'll take her. You go save the kids."

"Be careful, she's really dangerous," he said.

"Oh I'm more than dangerous," Cree smiled devilishly.

"I was talking about Aki, Cree," Dmitri laughed as he ran after the soldiers again. The kidnappers had the Russian commander after them for what seemed like forever, until they disappeared into a dark room with him close behind.

'Vhere did they go?' he thought to himself. Suddenly, the lights turned on in the room, blinding the son of a Spetsnaz for a moment, just before he could see what the room was: the Delightfulization Chamber. In front of him were numerous large tubes, five with one of the KND operatives in it, and all the child-soldiers were standing right in front of him, their laser guns aimed at him while a blonde teenager in BRA manned the controls to the tubes.

'I know that boy…' Dmitri thought in rage as he opened fire at all the soldiers, knocking them out, but not without he himself sustaining several hits to his body from the pounding guns' blasts.

"Wow, just as tough as ever, eh Numbuh 75? Oh, that's right, you're not an operative anymore," the boy laughed.

"Chad…" the Russian glared with intense rage at the teen double-crosser, and then lunged at him with his gun pointed at the blonde.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you…" Chad stopped his former senior-officer by placing his hand just above a red switch at the control panel he was working. "One more step, and the kids become one of THEM," he smirked at Dmitri.

"Damn you!" he spat.

"Oh, how positively KND of you!" the blonde boy laughed. "You're weak, you know that? Weak with Compassion. It's so sad to see the once proud leader of the Berserker Unit reduced to a lowly creature such as yourself. Just give up and join us. The Kids Next Door are our enemies! We can work together to pay them back for taking the best years of our life! C'mon, Dmitri, what do ya say? Just drop your weapon and I'll convince Father and the Children to let you join us."

"Thanks for the offer, Chad," Dmitri smiled as he looked down for a moment. Then, in a lightning-quick reaction, he pointed his gun and fired 5 shots at Chad's face, all shots hitting him and sending him doubling over in pain. With no time to spare, the Russian ran over to the controls and switched the system off, causing the tube-doors to open up, and allowing the kids to flee the scene.

"You…Bastard!" Chad yelled as he pulled out a laser-gun similar to the ones the soldiers had been using and began firing at Dmitri. Unable to react in time, the commander was barraged several times before he brought his gun up again and began his counter-strike.

"Rrra-AUGH!" Mo screamed as he pummeled more football players. It had been several minutes since, Dmitri and Aki left after the soldiers, and Mo was beginning to lose power in his suit.

"Damn! Only 10 minutes left," he said to himself as he saw the sensors displayed in front of his face inside A.P.E. . "I overestimated the battery life of this suit." Suddenly, all the players jumped the African-American in one huge tackle. But with a thunderous roar, Mo exploded his strength, launching the teenage agents of Father into walls and steps.

"Hiyah!" Aki yelled as she swiped at Cree with her katana.

"I still can't believe you're Dmitri's girlfriend," Cree said as she parried with her left arm's blade. "Aren't you a little YOUNG to be thinking about boyfriends?" she snickered.

"Shut up, you bitch!" Aki snapped as she hurled a side-kick to the armored girl's stomach. "I'm only a year younger than you. I can do anything you can do, but better!" she called out as she used the moment of Cree falling back from the kick to cut through her armored shoulder and arm, tearing the metal like wet paper, yet leaving the flesh unscathed.

"My armor! You…!" Cree began as she looked up and saw a sword tip press lightly against her throat.

"You lose," the Japanese red-head said calmly.

"Not quite!" the older girl said as she pulled out two smoke pellets and smashed them into the ground, enveloping Aki and her in a cloud of opaque gray. As the smoke cleared, the redhead looked about but found no trace of her opponent. She looked over at Mo, only to see that the football players were retreating too. All around the base, the floor and walls shook violently.

"Aki!" Mo yelled as he ran over to his teammate shielded her from falling parts of the ceiling. "I think Father's aborting this project. We gotta get out now!"

"Right! Go help the operatives out of here, I'll go get Dmitri," she told Mo as she ran up the coliseum's steps to find her lover. Trudging out of a dark room in front of her was a battle-scarred Dmitri Kalashnikov, his uniform torn in some areas and his skin burned and bruised in some places too. "Dmitri!" Aki cried as she ran up to her commander and embraced him.

"Aki…Where's Nigel and the others?" he asked wearily as he tried to keep balance.

"They're fine, Mo's taking them out of here right now. We'd better go too," she said as she held Dmitri's right side up and walked him to their ship. After placing her commander in a seat, Aki closed the door and set the ship to rise above the structure through the hole in the ceiling.

"For helping us thwart Father and those Delightful brats," Number 362 said as she walked up and hung medals of Honor over the heads of Dmitri, Aki, and Mo. "We of the Kids Next Door are in your debt and hereby award you this," the blonde said as she handed the trio each a rolled-up parchment. Dmitri opened up the paper and read the red lettering:

We of Kids Next Door Central Command hereby drop all charges and crimes and pardon former Kids Next Door operative Dmitri Kalashnikov from all his acts which have inconvenienced the Kids Next Door.
-Numbuhs 362, 86, 45, and 23.

The Russian boy looked over at Aki and Mo's papers to see that they said the same thing.

"Thank you so much," Aki bowed to 362 and then to the audience in her cleaned up and repaired ninja attire she had worn to the ceremony.

"It's an honor," Mo shook hands with the leader of the Kids Next Door in his Congo soldier BDU.

"I'm so very happy to be on good terms with the KND once again," Dmitri smiled while in his urban camo uniform. About ten seconds later, the entire audience roared with applause to praise the first group of teenagers in Kids Next Door history. Shortly after the ceremony was over, the operatives and the teens all adjourned to the mess hall for cake, soda, chips, ice cream, and all other junk food available.

Dmitri and his friends conversed with many of the hard-notch soldiers of the KND as well as with the high-ranking members of Global Command. Their conversations ranged from apologies to even a chance for the trio to help train future operatives at the Antarctica base or even there at the Moon Base. However, Dmitri, Aki, and Mo declined the offer graciously. After a while, the three split up to have some fun playing games at the party, and sharing war-stories with the more experienced kids.

Dmitri finally caught up with Nigel Uno and spoke with him privately.

"Look, Dmitri, about what happened in the jungle," he began.

"You know vhat ve called people like you in the old country?" the Russian said.

"Uh…what?"

"Comrades. I think I'm right in believing that you still vant to join up with Aki, Mo, and me vhen you hit puberty, right?"

"Um…Well," Number One whispered. "Between you and me…I wouldn't mind doing that at all," he smiled.

"Good, shall ve bust you out of here just before you and your friends are decommissioned?"

"Unless I change my mind in the future, sure," Nigel laughed, and soon Dmitri accompanied him. "So, should we need any major assistance, I'll know who to call, right?"

"Da. The Kalashnikovs, Jacksons, and Miramotos are alvays villing to help."

A few hours after the party at the Moon Base, the teens left the premises in their ship and everything quieted down with the Kids Next Door for several weeks. Nigel and his team never really needed to call for Dmitri and his gang, but they always stayed in touch every once in a while. However, a rumor broke out that Dmitri and his team had destroyed a KND satellite which was monitoring the teens' communications with Nigel and his friends. After that, a strike force was initialized to hunt down Dmitri and his friends.

"Are you sure this is the Kalashnikov residence?" one of the operatives asked as they crept inside the condo.

"Absolutely. Now, where is the-"

Suddenly, the lights went on and the five-kid team all froze in terror as an old man in his late eighties/early nineties glared at them.

"Vhat are you kids doing here!" he yelled at them. "Are you thieves?"

"Where's your son Dmitri? We're after him!" the kids' squad leader retorted.

"Son? I have no son named Dmitri! Now get out before I make you!" he yelled as he ran into his room and grabbed an AK-47.

"Nice try, but our suits are BB-proof. You can't frighten us, mister!" the kids all beamed.

"Vell then, I hope for your sakes they're BULLET-proof, because this is a REAL AK!" he yelled as he fired at the children with live ammunition.

"Run! Retreat!" the kids cried as they left the house at lightning-speed.

"Lousy children…" Mikhail Kalashnikov sighed as he put away his creation and went back to bed. After the kids were half a mile away from the house, they called their headquarters.

"This is Numbuh 497. Either we got the wrong Kalashnikov residence, or we've been duped," the leader of the troupe reported over the transmitter.

(Understood. We've received similar reports from the units after the other two teenagers.)

"Do you think they've figured out that Miramoto, Kalashnikov, and Jackson weren't our last names at all?" Aki asked as she gazed out at the ocean from the cruise boat she was on.

"Probably," a male voice spoke in an American accent. "I wish I can find out when they realize I don't really speak with an accent," Dmitri laughed as he put his arm around his girlfriend. The two gazed out at the sun setting in the Atlantic Ocean, until they faced each other face to face.

"You know what I love most about you?" Aki smiled.

"What?"

"I think what I love the most about you is your cunning. You're one hell of a slick guy when it comes to getting out of tight jams. I find that VERY sexy about you…"

"I like how loyal and trustable you are, yet you're still a spunky girl…" the Russian said as he drew Aki into a deep kiss. Time seemed to stand still for the two as they embraced each other for uncounted moments.

"Hey, are you two just gonna make-out, or are we gonna hit the concert room with everyone else?" Mo called out from a little ways away to the couple as he walked out of the ship's interior.

"Ready to have some NORMAL fun, Commander?" Aki giggled as she held hands with her lover.

"Da. Let's laugh and grow fat," he smiled as he and his Japanese girlfriend ran to Mo and followed him to a night they would never forget.

The End.

Author's Notes:
Wow! This fic took me quite a while to write. Out of all the series I've tried to write, this is the first one I've managed to finish completely. I had a lot of fun writing this because I wanted to show a more combat-related side to fighting the adults, plus I wanted to make a group of teenagers who were different than all those jerks and losers you see on KND. As some may have noticed, I used a few Metal Gear Solid 1, 2, and 3 quotes throughout the story. "Laugh and grow fat," was Fatman's catch-phrase in MGS2. I felt it was just perfect for the way Dmitri wanted to live for just this night, if not the rest of his and his friends' lives. I hope I made at least someone's day with the writing and completion of this fic, but I'm not trying to say that "Hey, I'm the best fucking writer! Mwa-hahahaha!" or anything like that. I've been writing for about 5 years now, and this is only a sample of what I'm capable of. I just wanted to make a fic that would impress a few people, nothing more. So, anyway, hope you've enjoyed this little work of Crash Ichimonji. Later, ya'll! lml - (l337 for the 'Rock on' hand-signal.)