Author's Note: Sorry for such a delay for chapter 8, but I've had really bad Writer's Block, but my inspiration came back when I got Black Ops :D
Meanwhile, a KND spy behind enemy lines, Numbuh 441 was being interrogated by an adult.
"TELL ME WHAT YOUR NUMBUH IS!"
"I'm not gonna tell you anything, you f***ing wrinkly son of a b****,"
"Increase the voltage, Pedro," and the chair Numbuh 441 was sitting in electrocuted him again. Numbuh 441 looked like he was on the verge of death, but somehow he hung on and looked up at his interrogator, who was smoking a cigar
"You can make me a charcoal briquette for all I care, you piece of s***,"
"Very well, you decided this for yourself, SON," so he took the cigar out of his mouth and stuck it in Numbuh 441's eye.
"AHH!" Numbuh 441 screamed. His father didn't look like he cared watching his son's eye burn, but it was hurting him just as much inside.
With his burnt eye closed, he said, "I'm still not going to tell you s***, DAD,"
"Get this motherf***er out of here, Dick." And Dick came in, unhooked Numbuh 441, put his hands behind his back.
''Yeah, nice try," Numbuh 441 quickly twisted Dick's arms to break his hands free, took his combat knife, and said, "Wanna go now, b****?"But, before his dad could react, Numbuh 441 threw the knife and nailed Dick right between the eyes, and he fell back dead instantly.
"I guess I should have NEVER paid for those self defense classes, huh Son?"
"Oh, now you try humor?" Numbuh 441 asked. "Try again, dips***"
"Alright," So he grabbed the M4 Carbine strapped to his back, but Numbuh 441 quickly dove for Dick's corpse and grabbed the pistol in his side pocket and quickly shot three rounds, two of them hitting his father, and he instantly fell back, holding his arm in agony, the other shot going into his chest.
"Goodbye, a******," so then, he grabbed the automatic Carbine and opened the door and the alarm sounded briefly after he broke out of Interrogation Room 4, and ran over to the prison ward, shot the guard in the head, and grabbed the keys to the control room. He was then swarmed with soldiers after he grabbed two full clips for the Carbine. Before anything else, he killed the 3 guards in his way to the control room, he fumbled with the keys and found the one that opened the door, and locked it behind him.
"Alright, which set of cells should I open 1st? Oh, here's a good one." And he opened the set of doors behind the spraying soldiers. "ATTACK!" and the bunch of operatives, between the ages of 6 and 16 attacked the guards from behind, and took them out.
"Thanks, Numbuh 441!" the youngest one yelled.
"Yeah, nice plan dude," his partner, Numbuh 243 said.
"Alright, now stick to the plan guys," Numbuh 441 said
Author's note: Quick run through of the plan:
Step 1: Break out of the "Torture Machine"
Step 2: Aid comrades
Step 3: Raid the weapons caches
Step 4: Steal a radio
Step 5: Crash the gate
Step 6: Call for help
So then, Numbuh 441 opened up the rest of the cells and announced through the intercom, "Be prepared, you over-aged pieces of wrinkly s***!" Then, the kids run through the base to the weapons cache
"Alright everyone grab two guns, somebody has to give up a gun for an RPG, and someone take a radio from our confiscations box, URAH?"
"URAH!" every other operative in the prison yelled. So his partner, Numbuh 243 grabbed the RPG and the little 6 year old, Numbuh 623 grabbed the radio.
"NOW WE TAKE CRIKERS!" So, Numbuh 441 effectively led his men through the other 5 wards of the war prison, killing every man that even looked at the battalion of KND operatives.
"HOLY S***!" Numbuh 243 said
"What?" Numbuh 441 asked in a bit of a scream.
"It's FLUFFY!" Fluffy is the vicious guard dog that protects the gate, and gets a snack whenever they're done extracting information from any broken operatives.
"We gotta kill it, for NUMBUH 7!" Numbuh 7 was Numbuh 441's girlfriend, until Fluffy got to her
"FOR NUMBUH 7! URAH!" but Fluffy isn't your average lapdog, she's a 5-foot-on-4-leg BEAST. She tore through near 10 operatives until she got to Numbuh 623, and Numbuh 441 had a flashback, to the day she died…
"Come on, GET A MOVE ON!" The prison guard said. There were 5 operatives in a chain gang, Numbuh 7 in the back. Fluffy got through the first 3 like chew toys, but the fourth presented a challenge. He got to the guard and fought him until he shot the operative with a pistol, kicked him 3 times, then called Fluffy over.
"NEXT," The guard yelled and grabbed her by the arm. But she flipped him over, grabbed his pistol, and killed the guard. They were in a 20 foot Plexiglas box, so there wasn't a chance for escape. She kept up a chase with the dog for a while; put the beast finally had her cornered. She shot her pistol, but there were only 2 shots in the pistol's clip so the beast got on top of her, Numbuh 7 wrestling with all of her strength, but to the beast, she was playing with her. She let out a scream that sent a chill down Numbuh 441's spine. She yelled for help, but the beast slowly devoured her, limb by limb. Right then and there, Numbuh 441 wanted to try and break out, so he would be killed. The only thing that stopped him was his cell mate, Numbuh 611.
"We gotta keep up with the plan, man." Numbuh 611 said. "I wish there was something we could do, but she would want us to keep on, alright man?"
"I'm gonna kill that oversized poodle when we break out."
But the flashback only lasted a few seconds, and Numbuh 623 was still alive.
"HEY! YOU WANNA GO? FINE, YOU CARNIVOROUS LITTLE B****!" The beast got off of Numbuh 623, and started charging Numbuh 441. Numbuh 441 grabbed a shotgun from a nearby corpse, and aimed for the head. BOOM! The beast's head splattered and the body fell to the cement ground.
"Down, boy," Numbuh 441 said. But the fight had to continue. They were locking down the gate, but Numbuh 423 aimed his RPG at the guard tower and brought it tumbling down, bricks and all. But the gate was on an automatic lockdown sequence. Numbuh 441 was trying to think about how to handle the lockdown when he saw someone with a flamethrower rushing to the scene.
"HEY! PORTABLE BARBEQUE, I'M RIGHT HERE!" So, naturally, the guy charged him spraying flames. It was hard to aim, but Numbuh 441 got a clear shot and the gasoline tank exploded right by the gate, burning a 7 foot hole in the wall. Oh, and the rest of the wall caught fire, so the prison was going to burn to the ground.
"Perfect," Numbuh 441 said. "Hey! Numbuh 623, call headquarters! We're going home!"
"Sir, yes SIR!" So he grabbed the radio and talked into it. "This is 623 to HQ, HQ do you copy?"
"HQ copies, over,"
"This is 623 requiring IMMEDIATE extraction. Location: Sector Alpha tango 6, I repeat, location: Sector Alpha Tango 6, over!"
"Coordinates received, approximate extraction time, 15 minutes over, Party size?
"HQ, 623 party size 30+, how far for extraction?"
"623, HQ estimates 25 minutes for extraction of party size 30+, over."
"Roger that, HQ, we will hold for ETA 25 minutes, over." He turns off the radio. "Guys, ETA 25 minutes!"
Meanwhile, the pilots had just received orders to go and extract these operatives. The two pilots assigned were Numbuh F-11 and Ace, The Kid.
"F-11, are all systems up, over?"
"Copy that, all systems are go, Ace, over,"
"Firing up engine, give me the stick," (That's what she said XD)
"Roger that, the stick is yours, over."
"Roger that, my stick,"
"Where is that extraction Numbuh 623" Numbuh 441 asked
"Extraction," he looked at the clock in the radio "ETA 5 minutes, Numbuh 441,"
"O.K," Numbuh 441 responded.
"ETA, 3 minutes to objective, over Ace," Numbuh F-11 asked
"Copy that, ETA 3 minutes from objective, over," Ace, The Kid responded
"Who called for extraction, HQ, over,"
"HQ to F-11, M.I.A operative 623 requested extraction for 30+ party size, over,"
"YES! HQ, F-11 speaking, 623 is my little brother, HQ, over,"
"HQ to F-11, happy reunion, over,"
"YES! Guys, there's the plane! HQ, 623 speaking, what pilot is extracting over?
"HQ, 623's extraction team is Ace and F-11, over,"
He turned off the radio "GUYS, MY BROTHER'S FLYING THE PLANE!"
"That's pretty exciting, dude," Numbuh 441 said as the plane's wheel's deployed for landing,"
"F-11, this is 623, thank you for extraction, over,"
"623, this is F-11, pleasure's all mine, over," so the plane hits the ground and everyone boards the plane.
"We're going home!"
"Not quite, over," the radio said. So, Numbuh 623 fumbles with the radio and responds.
"HQ, this is 623, what do you mean, over?"
"623, HQ detects 5+ bogies within a two click radius of your position, over,"
