Welcome to chapter 9 of Totally Kids Next Door

Welcome to chapter 9 of Totally Kids Next Door! First, I'd like to thank my four reviewers, The Real Numbuh 55, Cross177, Move I gotta catch em all... and Eventyraren for reviewing!

When we left our heroes and heroines, the Commandos, Sam and Alex were on their way to a supposedly suicidal mission to the South Pole, whilst Numbuh 362 had sent Sector V to make sure they didn't get themselves killed. Now, the normal disclaimer:

Disclaimer: I don't own KND or Totally Spies. I do own the KND Commandos, however.

On with the show!

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The orange ship sped towards the surface of the earth, more specifically towards the white wasteland of Antarctica. The ship had considerably picked up speed since breaking contact with the Moonbase, something the two teens inside weren't too pleased about.

"Could we be going any faster if we tried?" groaned Alex through gritted teeth, as she and Sam hung on for dear life. 225 obviously heard them.

"What was that ladies?" he asked. "You want us to go faster?"

"No!" screamed Sam at him.

"Okay, Full speed ahead!" called 225 to 227, who was seemingly happy to oblige. The ship entered the atmosphere, accelerated by re-entry and ploughed through the clouds until the snow of Antarctica could be seen below. The ship did not slow down however, or even pull up - it continued to stream towards the bleak ice and snow. The girls screamed and closed their eyes and waited for the inevitable impact. At the last second, however, the ship pulled up, alarming a few penguins that had been huddling together on the frost below.

"Are you trying to give us heart attacks?" growled Alex as she stood up shakily from the floor where she had been crouching.

"The base should be up ahead." said 228. "It's cloaked, so we won't be able to see it until we get through the shield. Or we hit it. Whichever happens first."

"Wait... You don't know exactly where the base is!?" Alex asked incredulously.

"Nope." 228 answered honestly. "But don't worry; the front of the ship should be able to punch through anything the teens might have made the base out of."

"Should?"

"Yup, if they've made the base out of steel we'll have no problem. If we're talking about something stronger, we might be in trouble."

"We're doomed." sighed Alex and crouched back down. More icy tundra passed beneath them, the ship gliding above clouds, the snow on the ground glistening in the sun. Then, suddenly, the ship passed through what looked like a bright bubble; and there it was. The teen base, made up of about four tall towers with no windows and a single square-shaped building in the middle. Surrounding each of the towers were cranes and other building machinery - small shapes could be seen against the white snow, moving from machine to machine.

"Won't they be able to see us?" asked Sam.

"Not until we step from the ship." replied 226. "It's equipped with a powerful cloaking shield and radar jammers."

"Got a lock on the command room of the base." called 227. "It's inside that centre building, on the top floor."

"Land on the roof." ordered 225. "We can make our way downwards from there."

"On it." said 227, as he brought the ship slowly into landing on top of the building.

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The Commandos unbuckled their seatbelts and clamped on their helmets, as the landing ramp lowered then descended the ramp. Sam and Alex shrugged, took out their X-powders and changed into their spy gear. They then followed the commandos, shivering from the cold.

"Nice." grinned 226 as the spies leapt out. "It's good not being the only ones in uniform."

"Brr..." stuttered Alex, as a cold wind blew around them. "I h-h-h-ate the An-an-tarctic..."

"It'll be warmer inside, but first, take these." said 225, handing them an oval shaped disc each. "Hit the button on them and you'll turn completely invisible to anyone who isn't holding one." As if to demonstrate this, he and the other commandos pressed a glowing symbol on their armoured gauntlets, enveloping them in a glowing aura for a split second.

"What did that do?" queried Sam.

"Like I said, you can see us because you're holding the same kind of disks, but no-one else can." The spies shrugged and hit the button, then pocketed the disks. 225 then hit another button on his glove and the ship's ramp retracted as it shot upwards towards the shield, disappearing as it passed through.

"So... How exactly are we going to get back now?" Alex asked, looking at 225 as if he were mad.

"You'll see." he replied, moving towards a code-locked trapdoor. Behind him, 227 produced a device and moved forward to place it next to the input area and plugging it in. The hacker beeped and rattled off a list of numbers, then the trapdoor's lock fell off. 225 pulled it open and jumped through, landing on a conveniently placed mattress. The other troops and the two spies followed him and moved cautiously to the door that led out of the dimly lit room they found themselves in. They emerged into a fairly small hall, with about five doors leading off, including the one they had come from. The closest door had a large and impressive sign on it, reading "Like super-top secret command room! No entry dudes!".

"What idiot puts a sign like that on their most important room?" murmured Alex, as 227 pulled out his hacker, plugging it again into the input pad. As he did so, 225 surveyed the hall.

"This place is woefully unguarded." he murmured.

"You're complaining?" Alex asked.

"No, it's just unusual for teen forces to leave important facilities unprotected."

"They probably didn't expect anyone else to know about this place." said 228, as 227 gave a grunt of satisfaction and the door swung open, the hacker having done its job. The commandos and spies swept into the room, finding it empty except for a single large computer.

"That's our target." said 225 and 227 moved to turn it on.

"Password?" it blared in a mechanised voice. 227 pulled out his trusty hacker, which entered a four-digit password. "Accepted." the computer blared again, then opened into a file with two links.

"One says... "Our Plan - Top Secret!" and another says "Teen conversion Perfume." 227 read out.

"The first one. We need to find out what they're up to." 225 ordered. 227 clicked the link and a new file filled with technical jargon spilled onto the screen.

"No way!" 227 exclaimed, reading the data, his eyes moving swiftly over the data.

"What does it say?" asked Alex.

"The teens are building what appears to be a sub-wave message transmitter with the purpose of implanting a belief into the heads of every teen in the world!"

"In English, sergeant?" sighed 225.

"They're making a transmitter which will make every teenager in the world think what them to think." put in Sam helpfully.

"Does it say what this belief will be?" asked 228. 227 scrolled down. His face paled under his helmet as he turned.

""Kids are the enemy. Kids must be destroyed."" he forced out.

"With an army that size the teens will have no problem overrunning the treehouses and could even threaten the Moonbase..." mused 225 sadly. "We need to put a stop to this. Now." Suddenly, a warning message activated on the computer, scaring the life out of 227, who had been reading the information more closely. A CCTV camera link opened on screen, showing the members of Sector V outside the building, fighting against numerous teens.

"Hehe, what d'ya know." chuckled 226. "The Supreme commander cares about us so much she sent reinforcements."

"What about the other file?" asked 225, as 227 closed the camera link and the file on the teen's plan and opened the second file.

"This might help us find out what's happened to Clover!" said Alex, looking at it with interest. The file was short and again filled with technical information.

"Aha!" exclaimed 227. "The perfume sprayed on your friend contained tiny nanobots which linked to the synapses of her brain and are basically mind-controlling her."

"Clover's got tiny machines in her head controlling her." Sam translated helpfully.

"What can we do?" groaned Alex.

"Nothing at the moment." said 227, closing the file. "We need to destroy those energy pylons, the towers around this building, to halt the teen's plan first."

"We'll call an orbital bombardment, three location-strikes should be enough." said 225, moving towards the door. The door in question promptly exploded, as the members of Sector V leapt through, weapons ready.

"Wow, what an interesting approach!" called 226 sarcastically. "Here we were, infiltrating the building, trying not to let the teens know we were here, hacking through each door's code, whilst you come in and achieve the same result in about fifteen seconds by blowing the door up! Why didn't we think of that?"

"We're here to help!" said Numbuh 1 confidently, looking around for any teenagers.

"That's nice. We were just leaving." replied 225.

"What? What about this base?" exclaimed Numbuh 1.

"In about half an hour we're calling down an orbital bombardment on this area. You don't want to be here when it falls."

"Don't you need Numbuh 362's permission before firing a K-Strike?" spoke up Numbuh 5.

"We have our own methods of firing an orbital bombardment." said 225, he and the commandos going through the door, the spies following hesitantly behind them. 227 slipped a chip into 225's hand, which he in turn passed to Numbuh 1.

"This contains details of the plans of the teens." he murmured, "Give it to Numbuh 362, she'll need to know." Numbuh 1 nodded and promptly passed the chip to Numbuh 5.

"Give this to Numbuh 362, I'm going to make sure 225 doesn't get himself into more trouble." Numbuh 5 grinned and led the rest of Sector V out.

227 held back 225 as the rest of the Commandos and the two spies followed Sector V.

"The frightening question is..." muttered 227, "How did the teens get there hands on such rare and expensive nanotechnology?" 225 shrugged.

"We'll find out soon enough, though I doubt that'll be a good thing." he said, as they walked out the door, to be met with Numbuh 1.

"I've got orders to follow you from Numbuh 362, so that's what I'm going to do." said Numbuh 1.

"Fine by me, back-up always helps." 225 replied and moved to talk to the other Commandos.

"Ooh, we can call Jerry now!" realised Alex, outside. She pulled out her X-Powder and keyed in Jerry's number. Static answered her.

"The snow and the cloaking shield must be causing too much interference." said Sam. "We'll be able to talk with him once we leave the South Pole, I bet."

"Numbuhs 226, 227and 228, set strike beacons on the southwest and northeast towers, then call Numbuh 250 and get her to initiate a bombardment. Teleport back to the Moonbase after that." The three Commandos saluted and left. 225 turned to Numbuh 1 and the girls. "Since none of you have our armour, we'll have to prepare a teleport beacon in this area to the Moonbase."

"Teleportation?" said Alex. "Isn't that only in fiction?"

"It's very real." said 225 grimly. "Painful too. It's like someone playing pinball with your molecules."

"Oh joy." muttered Sam. "Oh well, it'll be better than staying here for any longer."

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What they didn't know however is that despite Alex's call to Jerry failing, he still received a signal. That signal was all he needed to prepare a WOOHP gate for the girls and to get them out of whatever mess they'd gotten into. Or so he hoped...

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Five Minutes Later...

The girls were freezing by the time Numbuh 225 was half done, huddling together for warmth. Numbuh 1 was in the same condition, hopping from one foot to the other in an attempt to keep warm. The white utopia that the Antarctic had appeared was at complete odds to what it really was, the wind and the snow whipping around the girls' and Numbuh 1'sexposed faces.

"H-H-H-How l-l-l-long left?" groaned Sam, her mouth almost frozen shut by the cold.

"Almost done." said 225. "It's usually a lot easier than this, our armour is equipped with built in teleportation, but it only carries us, so we need a full area-teleport to bring you."

"W-w-well hu-hu-hurry up!" said Alex. "I think we'll be d-d-dead by the t-t-time you're d-d-done."

At that point there was a large, mechanical sounding noise. 225 looked up, startled.

"What was that?" asked 225. No-one had a chance to answer, however, as a trap door opened beneath all of their feet, sucking them in with unnatural speed.

"Whaaaaaaaaaat's goooooing ooooon?" screamed Numbuh 1, wind rushing into his face and distorting his voice.

"What a time to be woohped, huh?" yelled Alex at Sam.

"This is normal for you!?" roared 225 over the wind.

"Yes, though it can sometimes be worse!" shouted Sam. "The landing hurts a lot though, so watch out!" They continued falling for ages, until...

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Cliffhanger! I tried to make this one really long for you, sorry about the long break, I've been revising for SATS and End of year tests. Year 9 for the loss! Anywho, R/R please!