Connecting

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Connecting.

Connection Established….

Two names flashed on a computer screen. Wayward 1 has signed in. Benign has signed in…

What have you for me today? - Typed Wayward 1.

Wheels within wheels. - Replied Benign.

I need more specifics. Or else the deal is off. - Wayward 1 typed.

Sector V is expected to receive a sudden in flow of new operatives. They have a new recruit who might cause some problems for you in the area. - Benign Typed.

What kind of problems could this operative cause? - Wayward 1 asked

I wasn't there myself, but our mutual friend was. She'll leave a file comprised of documents on test scores and psych evaluations to the normal drop point. - Benign replied.

This operative troubles you that much? - Wayward 1 asked.

He'll trouble you too once you see him. He's a high priority target. - Benign typed.

Understood. We'll take care of it. Good work.

Thank you.

With it all said and done, both Benign and Wayward 1 logged off, their business concluded.

KND Moon Base

"Hm…" A twelve year old boy wearing black attire scratched his chin. He reclined in his seat and logged off his console. The twelve year old hit a button his desk's built in intercom and spoke. "Numbuh 450, do I have any appointments for the rest of the day?"

"Yes sir, Numbuh 274 would like to address a possible leak within the Sector."

The operative frowned. "When will he arrive?"

"…He's actually here right now sir."

The operative mentally swore. "Do let him in. It's not polite to make the Supreme Leader wait." The operative stood from his desk as Numbuh 274 walked through the office doors. "Hello, Numbuh 274."

"I'm sorry that this couldn't wait, Numbuh 206." Numbuh 274 said sadly. "But it's come to my attention from one of our operatives that we may have a mole in the Spy Sector."

"Preposterous." Numbuh 206 spat harshly. "My people are the best. None of whom would ever endanger this organization. Take Numbuh 362. She's the best I've ever had. Just yesterday she completed an assignment worthy of myself. She'll go far in the organization."

"True…Numbuh 362 is an excellent operative Numbuh 206, but she is the one who reported this to me." Numbuh 274 said, attempting to further his point.

"Really? Above the normal chain of command? That's unlike her." Numbuh 206 scratched his chin. "This never happened while Numbuh 100 ran this organization." Numbuh 206 privately smirked at the small victory he gained by mention of the former Supreme Leader.

Numbuh 274 visibly flinched. As much as those under him told him, Numbuh 274 didn't believe himself to be leader material, especially since the boy he replaced was Numbuh 100, probably the greatest leader the KND has ever seen since the fabled Numbuh 0. Not that Chad believed in Numbuh 0, but the operative of myth was apparently the gold standard.

"I don't particularly enjoy having to be reminded how Numbuh 100 ran things here 206." Chad said sternly.

"And I don't need you telling me that my people are dishonest cheats." Numbuh 206 narrowed his eyes.

"That's not what I'm saying." Chad said going on the defensive. "There could be plenty of explanations. Leviathan could even be behind this."

"Leviathan? The pretend teen organization? That's just Teen propaganda, a myth just like Numbuh 0." Numbuh 206 shook his head. "Look. I'll deal with this matter. You don't need to worry yourself." Numbuh 206 smirked.

"I'll be expecting a report daily." Chad gritted his teeth before making his exit.

"Fool." Numbuh 206 muttered before returning to his chair. "'I'll be expecting a report'. Pfft. Give me a break." Numbuh 206 began typing on his computer console.

From: Benign

To: Operative

…The meets been set, deliver the documents to meeting point as previously directed. Do not contact me. Ensure mission success.

With a final spell check, Numbuh 206, the head of the leader of the KND Spy Sector sent the message. Numbuh 206 reclined in his chair, crossing his hands behind his head. "Numbuh 362…you've caught on."


KND Moon Base

Food Court

29 June, 2005

"Audio Log Zero-Seven-Four, today I bear witness to possibly the greatest thing in history, possibly the most astounding moment the universe, possibly the sole reason existence came to be, the pinnacle of human evolution." Rachel spoke into a tape recorder. "Carol figuring out how to use a straw."

"Ha. Ha. Very funny." Carol rolled her eyes sarcastically. Rachel laughed, putting away her tape recorder while Carol attempted to stab her bendy straw into her juice box. "This is starting to get a little annoying." Carol narrowed her eyes slightly as she continued to fail, stabbing the corners of the box with the sharp end of the straw, missing the hole completely. "I think I might need glasses."

"You could get Numbuh 20/20 to fix you up a pair" Rachel suggested. "From what I've heard, he makes his own specs. Has to anyways, he's got this degenerative thing with his eyes. It's sad really."

"Maybe…"

"Mind if I join you lasses?" A thick Scottish accent asked the two spies. The two turned to see a red headed girl their age with freckles, wearing a nurse hat, green turtleneck, kilt and a tray of food in hand.

"Why certainly." Rachel mock bowed courteously. The girl nodded and smiled, taking a seat beside Rachel, setting down a tray of food on the table. "How've you been Fanny?" Rachel asked the girl, Fanny.

"Been better days." Fanny smirked, beginning to dine on her recently purchased meal. "Got this one crazy gal running around in the Med Center. She's spewing madness. It's making the rest of us uncomfortable."

"Well what's she doing?" Carol grunted as she once more failed to get her straw into the juice box. "AGH! I GIVE UP!" Carol shouted, tossing the box over her shoulder, hitting a boy wearing sunglasses and bike gear. A 'MY LEG!' promptly followed.

"The lass takes 'too' much pleasure at seein people hurt. She relishes it…it's pretty weird…" Fanny trailed off, shuddering at recent events.

"Numbuh 362 ma'am." The trio of friends turned to see a rather stout boy with glasses, dressed as if his mother picked out the outfit. "Numbuh 206 want's you in his office."

"Well, guess the new Supreme Leader works fast, got the big guys attention and everything." Rachel smirked, standing up from where she was seated at the table. "Thanks Herbie." Rachel thanked the boy. "I'll catch you guys later." Rachel waved goodbye to her friends and took off to meet with her superior.

"So…" Carol said awkwardly as she and Fanny sat in silence. "A thought occurred."

"What?" Fanny asked as she ate her meal.

"Fanny…as in a tukus?" Carol smiled, holding in the urge to laugh.

"Shut up."


KND Moon Base

Spy Sector

The halls of the Moon Base were decorated with metallic plating and three foot thick glass. The bright yellow paint framing giving the glass an extra kick in the chrome department, making the atmosphere feel younger than the recycled air they breathed.

Rachel walked through a guarded doorway. The operatives nodded and greeted the operative, granting her passage. She made a left turn down anther hall, finding herself greeted by another set of guards. "The big boss wanted to see me." Rachel said confidently.

"Go on in ma'am." The guards motioned to Rachel. Rachel passed them, entering a small waiting room.

"Could use a potted plant or two." Rachel mused aloud, referring to the bleak decorations that the waiting room to Numbuh 206's office provided. There were some magazines on a nearby table, all obviously drawn on or years older than Rachel cared to know of. The literature was all about race cars or bikes, nothing entertaining on a Doctor Time Space level for her to enjoy.

"Numbuh 206 will see you now Numbuh 362." A sweet innocent voice belonging to the secretary, Numbuh 450 said from behind a tiny desk and computer.

"Thanks." Rachel smiled, getting up to enter the office.

"Rachel, please, have a seat." Numbuh 206 greeted Rachel. "Numbuh 274 informs me of your concerns. That there may be a leak?"

"Yes. I have reason to believe so." Rachel nodded. "The teens fortified the fort, they knew I was coming. Me and my team had spent three weeks on every detail. From Entry to Extraction. But every move they made while I was there was meant to combat every one of mine."

"You're a well-rounded operative. Not once has your intuition failed the KND. Your skills rival even my own." Numbuh 206 smirked. The boy pulled a file from a drawer, handing it over to Rachel. "I've taken the liberty of digging into matters for myself."

Rachel opened the file, finding bios of the current members of Sector V. "There's been an unusual amount of flux on our servers. The private ones. The ones only Spy Sector have access to. I've tracked two off site usages. One which has been cleared with already. One of these days I need to confiscate Numbuh 416's H.E.A.D.S.E.T…. But the other one, I've tracked to Cleveland, Virginia."

"The location of Sector V…" Rachel said, looking over the contents of the file. "I see where this is going."

"If you recall, Numbuh's 8A and 8B were casualties in a sting operation."

"I was there. I saw the aftermath." Rachel frowned, recalling the chicken pox that the twins received.

"The two were decommissioned later. Since then, Sector V's been fracturing. They're a weak link bound to become another Sector Q. Presumably, one operative amongst them has gone rogue, an attempt to get in good with the teens before all hell comes down on them." Numbuh 206 turned slightly to the left, glancing at Rachel from the corner of his eyes. "We're going to stomp this out. Immediate Action Required."

"I understand. I'll be on the next shuttle planet side." Rachel stood up from her chair, prepared to race out the door.

"No need. I've made the arrangements. Shuttle Bay 7, Numbuh 88 will ferry you directly to Cleveland." Numbuh 206 said with a respected tone. "You have twenty-four hours to bring patch this leak. Bring us the traitor. End his or her terror on the KND."

"Understood. Wish me luck." With a smirk, Rachel raced off, running for the shuttle bays.

"Hm." Numbuh 206 tilted his head, leaning it into his raised open palm. "For both of our sakes Rachel, you better damn succeed."


Sector V Tree House

Message Received.

Numbuh 11, the leader of Sector V, stared at her computer screen. She opened the message and read in silence. With a nod, Cree Lincoln wiped the computer's hard drive. She stood up from where she was seated and walked to a file cabinet.

Within the cabinet was a briefcase. Cree grabbed the case and removed it from where it rested. She opened the case and checked the contents. Satisfied, Cree closed the case, locked it, and departed the room.

"Where you going Cree?" Cree came to an abrupt stop, turning to see her younger sister, Abigail in another room sitting on a sofa with the TV on.

"I've got business to take care of." Cree flashed her sister a toothy grin. "I'll be back soon."

"Okay." Abigail smiled back. "Be back soon sis."

"I will." Cree reassured.

Numbuh 11 left the tree house. She began to walk down the street. Any genuine joy she had from seeing her sister was gone. Here she was on a mission. Here she was aiming to complete it.

"Mission is a go."