"Sorry, but no one's allowed into this party without an invitation," then Nigel Uno sealed yet another of his classically cool lines with his iconic catchphrase, "Kids Next Door, Battle Stations!"

Numbuh 20/20 locked onto his target down his scope as the others descended upon the intruder. For a second he saw the void of the villain's eyes, but the next instant, just before his trigger squeeze, the enemy disappeared from 20/20's view. He looked up from his scope and heard a jingle to his left, the side of the chandelier he hid in being brushed.

"Nice tree house." Then Numbuh 20/20's world lit up brighter than a disco ball. He soared through the air too shell-shocked to land correctly and crashed through the punch table, party foods cascading down upon his now unconscious form.

Down below, Nigel and Patton massaged their newly bruised jaws. They had not expected their opponent to be so fast and ended up hitting each other instead of their target. They looked up just in time to see Numbuh 20/20 crash down on the punch table and the chandelier burst into a thousand tiny fragments. The shards rained down on every operative in the room, all shielding their faces from the crystalline projectiles. By the time Numbuh 1 was able to look up, Numbuh 60 had been hurled dizzyingly into the air and their enemy was an inch away from his face.

"Come and get me Nigel Uno!" The grey skin humanoid shot away over the remainder of Sector V, gliding effortlessly in the air, and landed with a somersault behind them to bolt off through the catacombs of Moon Base.

"Come back!" Nigel yelled as he shot forth in pursuit of the boy-like villain, "You are hereby under arrest by the authority of the Galactic Kids Next Door!" As he passed his friends who were still on the now shattered Bridge, they formed up behind him and followed him toward the hallway. For a moment a grin slipped over Nigel's face as he felt his best friends ran in V formation just behind him, but the moment was cut off by the hallway blast door slamming shut right behind him, just in time to cut him off from his ex-teammates. Now he was alone.

"Numbuh 1, be careful!" he heard Numbuh 5's voice call.

"Go get 'im boss!" cried Numbuh 4.

Nigel wheeled about and threw off his Phantom of the Opera mask and cape. The hallway before him was bear, but he could hear a scuffling sound around a corner to the left. Nigel began to run as quietly as he could, fists clenched in anticipation.

Patton pushed himself up to his hands and knees slowly, still shell-shocked from being flung off the Bridge, not to mention his head was throbbing from when Numbuh 1 accidentally kicked him. He felt a hand on each shoulder helping to prop him up and looked up to see Numbuh 86. He gave a small, brief grin of gratitude as she helped him to his feet.

"Everyone, out of the way!" he bellowed over the general clamor of the now very confused crowd of party-goers. The crowd parted as Numbuh 60 made his way to Numbuh 362's pulley up to the Bridge, followed closely by Numbuh 86. Before asking or warning her, he grabbed Numbuh 86 around the waist with one arm (to which she shrieked in protest) and yanked on the pulley with the other, shooting the pair up onto the Bridge. Once safely on the Bridge go of Fanny and marched to where Numbuhs 2, 3, 4, and 5 were huddle around the sealed door, Numbuh 2 furiously working the door terminal.

"Numbuh 5, status repor-OUCH!" Numbuh 60 barked, interrupted by the back of Fanny's hand on his head.

"Numbuh 1 is alone in there with that…thing, and the door is unresponsive," Numbuh 5 rattled off, not missing a beat or looking away from Numbuh 2's work.

"It's like Moon Base just totally shut this door down!" Numbuh 2 exclaimed, kicking the terminal in frustration, "We'll have to blow it open."

"Status report Captain," Infinity demanded, his foot tapping restlessly.

"It seems that Omega-1 has isolated Agent Earth within the base thanks to our override of their security system," the captain (whose name was totally unpronounceable by the human tongue) responded amusedly, "Quite ingenious really, striking when everyone on the base would be confined to the same room. There isn't even a security detail on duty."

Infinity nodded, but he knew he wouldn't be able to stop worrying until Nigel Uno was back in his custody. There were far too many movers and shakers of the GKND that wanted the Earthling back, most of them wanted him alive. And that was part of what worried Infinity the most about sending in Omega-1.

Nigel rounded another corner to find it barren, but still heard footsteps around the next bend. This had gone on for a good seven minutes now and he had lost track of exactly where he was in the Moon Base. For the first time Nigel stopped running and caught his breath, staring straight down the hallway that stretched away into the distance. And there at the end was his enemy, the gray boy that had smashed into the Moon Base.

"Ready when you are Nigie," his opponent said in a creepily deep voice, and Nigel could not tell whether it was his sadistic tone, or that fact that he used his ex's favorite nickname that gave him a chill. Nigel shook off the odd sensation in an instant and charged toward the boy across the hall. As Nigel charged his opponent did not move a muscle, just stood grinning.

'No doubt he expects me to go for a straight shot for the head like a typical reckless child. So while he goes high, I'll go low.'

Nigel finally came within a yard of his enemy and began to execute his misdirection. He brought up his fist like he was going for a punch, but then ducked into a crouch and lashed out his left foot for a leg sweep.

'Gotcha-'

It felt like Nigel's face ran smack into a steel boot. Mostly because it did.

'He's fast.' Was all Nigel managed to think before seeing stars while skidding across the cold metal floor of the hallway. Nigel ignored his aching jaw (which had now taken two hard kicks today) and scrambled to his feet again. But before he could so much as raise his fists, a punch slammed into Nigel's gut hard enough to slam him into the wall. Nigel choked out a gasp as nearly all of the air was forced out of his lungs. This strange boy may look like a child, but he hit like an adult.

'No, harder. Much harder,' Nigel thought as he was punched in the side again, but this time he managed to get his arms up into a boxer's guard. Then the blows started to come down in a constant barrage. Nigel was pelted with strikes that drove him back so fluidly he wasn't sure what was a punch or a kick. Each time he tried to counter-attack he was met with an exceptionally precise and oppressive blow. An attempted jab earned him a black eye. A side roll to get a chance at the legs led to a bloody, probably broken nose. Bruises where turning into welts and cuts. Soon would come fractures. The enemy was pushing him back so fast Nigel was now practically running backwards. Now Nigel's guard was loosening he was so delirious from the onslaught. After a wrecking ball of a side-kick landed on Nigel's sternum, he did the last thing his barely functioning mind could think of. He ducked.

And it worked. Nigel's assailant sailed over him mid haymaker punch so powerful the enemy threw himself over Nigel's head. For a moment time moved in slow motion. Nigel looked up through his swollen, bleeding eyes to see his opponent's face fully for the first time. His eyes were black holes, his face like a corpse, a sinister grin waning as he missed his target for the first time. Death hovering over him, just barely missing its mark. And then everything went white.