A/N: Hey! Back again for the ninth installment! This chapter has a few bits that I'm not sure about; like Fanny's bit, for example. I'm not even sure if that bit is worthwhile, but I wanted her in this Fic, so she shall be in the Fic! Anyway here you go!

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Kids Next Door Mission...

Operation: F.O.R.G.E.T.

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Recovery

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Chapter 9-Evil Plots and New Ideas

"Uh, Colter? What are you doing? You've been in there for, like, an hour. Are you done yet? I have places to be, y'know!" She called, asking for the fifth time in thirty minutes why I had shut myself in the lab, for, as stated by her; 'like, an hour.' In reality, I was perfecting what I could say was one of my most ingenius plans yet. I didn't answer her, just like every other time she had tried getting an answer out of me. I didn't care if she 'had places to be,' I had an organisation of millions of kids that just wouldn't quit to destroy. I didn't know what she had to do, but I could say without question that my needs outranked hers. I looked again over the videos that I had collected over the two days sinse I had first started on the Beatles boy. I had been watching the Beatles' household for the last two days, observing how things functioned (and sometimes didn't function) and I had figured out a few things;

Joey, the target, arrives home from school at approximately 3:25 every day, while his older brother, despite being dismissed earlier, doesn't arrive home until approximately 3:40

The family was leaving for Australia in about 2 months, meaning I had exactly that amount of time to get Joey infected

The boys didn't always seem to get along, but they were close enough for it to be acceptable for the older one to take the younger out on a regurlar basis

And that was what I was counting on. Forging the note wouldn't be too hard, according to some of the tests the older brother had attempted (unsuccessfully) to hide from his parents, all I had to do to make it convincing was make a lot of spelling and grammar mistakes; i.e. this was going to be easy.

"Seriously! Could you, maybe, wrap it up sometime? A sixteen-year-old has more to do than plot against some insignificant kids!" Came the obnoxious drone of that worthless assistant I had. I couldn't even remember her name. Ella? Annie? Ah, that was it. Anna.

Why couldn't I have gotten one of the older ones? I would have liked to have had someone of at least twenty-one; there was so much talk about the young adult villains lately, I would have enjoyed testing that claim myself. But no, apparently they were all busy 'collecting intel' from the enemy and 'going to college.' Whatever happened to commitment? You want a future in evil, yet you're taking a course in modern art? What good is that going to do you? What, are you going to symbolise the Kids Next Door into submission?

So, I was stuck with an uptight, prissy brat who was almost just as bad as the kids themselves. I did have to hand it to her, the girl knew how to organise. But that is a small, miniscule benifiet amongst a lot of annoyance.

After another fifteen minutes, I finished with the forgery and exited the room, only to find a very hard-faced Anna staring back at me with gritted teeth. She began ranting at me, something about 'having a schedule to keep,' and, 'She could leave whenever it suits her;' I wasn't really listening. I rarely did to her.

"Are you EVEN listening to me?" I mentally answered her with the before-mentioned response.

"Honestly, I feel like I'm trying to talk to a baboon or something!" The feeling is neutral.

~(*)~

I flew down the corridor, knocking over at least five other students as I went. Because of the unbelievably stupid Mr. Daral, I was late to Volleyball practice. Uh, boys. Finally reaching my locker, I twisted the lock so hard that my body turned with it. I went so fast that I missed the numbers and had to do the combination twice.

Once the annoyingly tiny locker was open, my sports uniform basically falling out on top of me, I slammed the metal door closed, sending a dull ringing through the hall. Within a few seconds I was out of sight and halfway to the gymnasium (knocking over a few more of the smaller kids in the process).

"Fanny Fulbright, you are late!" Ms. August scolded as I burst into the Gym in my sport uniform less than five minutes later, disrupting a tactics-talk the PE teacher was conducting.

"I-Ah'm sorry, Ms. A. I... I had... it was... It's a long story," I gasped out, the four-minute change taking its toll. I started trying to explain that the before-mentioned stupid Mr. Daral had kept me in because of some 'threat' I gad given Patton in class. It wasn't a threat, I only told him that if he touched me or any of my stuff again, I would give him pain in places he didn't know he had. It was merely an instruction to stop bugging me and shut up.

And he totally, 100% deserved it. So I gave up and told her the shortened version.

"Yeah, well, get over here. You've already missed the first ten minutes of training.

I complied, walking quickly over to the small whiteboard that the team was was gathered around.

"So, what genius plan 'ave we come up with this time?" I asked , sitting down and giving the whiteboard a once-over.

"So, basically, we're thinking, get in there, play as hard as we can, and beat the whoop outta the other team," Sarah Di Amantis said cockily.

"I like it," I replied, copying her smirk.

Ms. A spoke up.

"Okay, girls. That's enough chat. I want three laps around the oval now!" She ordered. We took off, recing each other for first place.

As far as the rest of the kids here were concerned, our entire team is made up of some of the best (and most competetive) athletes in the school, though some were less eagar to admit to it. Patton Drilovski was one of those few. He was on the football team, and though our sports were on almost opposite ends of the sporting scale, we took the competition seriously. That boy was such an idiot. In my opinion, he should be sent back to middle school. Sure, he's not a horrible football player, but the team (captained by me) had won six regional volleyball championships. So what if Patton was followed around by a hoard of those girly-girls at recess, so what if he never looked at me or talked to me like I was a normal person? It didn't matter. I was better than him. I didn't need validation from some stupid, incompetent, numb-skulled, athletic, confident... BOY!

I chased the thought out of my head and sprinted off after Sarah, who was slowly taking the lead.

~(*)~

After that dream I had near the tree at the creek, I was relectant to go back. It wasn't because it was a bad dream, it was almost enjoyable at parts, but it was just the sheer reality of it. In any case, I definitely wasn't eagar to get back. But even so, here I stood, leading Kuki, Hoagie, Wally and Nigel through the bushes to the clearing.

How did I get here, you ask? Good question.

See, it started with a conversation about psycology...

!Flashback!

Earlier that day...

"Abby! You're early!" Called Hoagie from where he sat on top of a table in Room 27.

"Could say the same to you," I replied cooly. It was another history lesson, and of course, we were to continue with the 'advertising campaign' assignment.

"So, Mr. Presper," I continued, secretly proud of the fact that I had remembered that name. I heard Hoagie mumble something, looking surprised and a little pleased, but I couldn't distinguish any words.

"So- uh, you wanna go over the basic ideas again?" He suggested quickly. I agreed, and he pulled out the sheet that contained all our best ideas scribbled down less-than-neatly in varied styles of handwriting. We had a lot of really good ideas on there. Apparently, the faster and wilder the thoughts came, the better they were.

Hm, go figure.

"Hey, you didn't happen to watch Psycology through the Ages on discovery channel last night, did you?" He poked. I gave him a single raised eyebrow.

"I'll take that as a no." Came his conclusion. "Well, anyway, they had this theory that the more of the dream you remember, the more important to the mind it is. For example, a dream about eating at a resturaunt would be gone like that," he snapped his fingers for effect, "While a dream where your cat dies or something real happy, sad, scary or bad happens, it would be more of a significant thing to your mind, so you would remember that more than the, y'know, resturaunt thing." That was atually pretty interesting.

"Cool. You know, I had a pretty darn strange dream a while ago," I said, trying to keep the conversation reasonably non-nerdy.

"Oh? When was that?" He sounded actually interesting. That was unusual. No-one usually wanted to hear about my dreams. But then, the people I talked to about it had heard the whole 'strange, realistic dream' thing before.

"Well, I was down at the park, near the creek, and I fell asleep against a tree. And I had this strange dream that-" I cut myself off, suddenly remembering that Hoagie was in the dream. I couldn't tell him that! God, I'd be marked as a weirdo for the rest of the time he knew me! I decided to give him the edited version of my dream.

"I was in this sort of, secret agency thing. But we- uh, they were all kids. It- it was strange, there was like, this war going on between the kids and the adults, I mean... it was just strange. That's all I can say, it was strange."

He frowned in concentration, then looked to me. His face bore an espression of deep thought and what looked like slight concern. Then, he opened his mouth and simply asked;

"Do you know why you had this dream?"

"Nooo," I replied slowly, though I thought the answer obvious.

"No, you've got to really think about it. Is there anything in your past that could be linked to I dunno, secrets or serious tasks of some kind, any opposition you may have had to adults, or a trauma you may have gone through as a child?" This guy should be able to skip high school outright and just take a job as a psycologist. But there was one flaw to his diagnosis.

"But that's the thing! I don't remember anything from before my thirteenth birthday," I admitted, searching his face to find whether he thought it unusual or not. His reply surprised me.

"Hm, that's interesting. I have the same problem," He frowns, as if going through all the possible explanations for this.

He opened his mouth to speak again, but the first bell cut him off, signalling five minutes until the start of school. He waited for the few seconds it took to quiet down. In that time, I was able to take a closer look at the look on his face; it wasn't the sort of 'your socks have disappeared too?' look, it was more of a 'we need to figure this out' 'this means buisiness' look. In that moment, I saw something on the boy's face that I had never seen before. Instead of the awkward, sort of nerdy guy he usually was, I saw someone who was focussed and determined and... kinda hot. It as a new look for him.

It suited him.

"It's strange, that we don't remember. But I bet there's a logical explanation for it," he stated, brow still creased in thought.

Kuki walked through the door at that moment, her step bordering on a skip and her everpresent smile still sitting comfortably on her face.

"Hey guys! Watcha talking about?" She greeted. Hoagie simply answered with; "Exploring the diagnostics for a psycologic abnormality we both possess." Kuki's smile faded slightly and was replaced by a cunfused frown and a tilted head.

"He means we were talkin' about how neither of us can remember before we turned thirteen."

"Oh. Wait, what? You-y-me too!" She stuttered, eyes wide with disbelief.

"That's weird." My eyes drifted down to the table for a second.

Now it was Nigel's turn to enter, and inquire as to where we were in the conversation. This time though, he received the abbreiviated answer 'something we found out all have.' When he wanted to know what that thing might be, we began to answer, but were once again cut off by the schoolbell. And the teacher.

"Okay, kids. Usually, I would give you a long-winded and pretty much worthless rant, but, I'm not in the mood today. Just go on with your assignments. If anyone needs me, I'll be in the staff room trying to bore myself to death with your reports from last month." Okay, this guy has issues. He pushed his way out the door, either not noticing or pretending not to notice Wally as he panted his way to the classroom, nearly missing a head-on collision with the glass window.

"Hey... guys. Sorry... I'm... late," he gasped, falling into a chair at the table we were sitting at.

"No problem. We haven't really gotten started yet," Hoagie replied, getting out a fresh piece of paper out of his folder.

Nigel then spoke up.

"So, how about we do a TV ad? We could get two of us to model some of the clothes and Hoagie could edit it all together and put some special effects in," he suggested. From the way he said all that, it sounded as if he'd been thinking about it since the last lesson.

"Yeah, that's cool," Wally agreed.

"But where would we film it? It would have to be somewhere where there weren't any buildings or anything, so it could look like ancient Rome," Kuki said.

Hoagie lit up, a lightglobe practically appearing above his head.

"Abby! We could use that creek place you told me about! It would be perfect! We could make it look like we were going down there to collect water from the creek!" He exclaimed. I almost blushed at his bright smile, but stopped, realising that the creek he was talking about was the same one that I had had the dream near.

"What creek? Abby you think you can show us?" Nigel asked. I had to show them. I couldn't just say 'no,' because then I would have to tell them why.

"Uh, yeah, I guess so," I answered after a few seconds.

!End Flashback!

And so, that brought me here, leading four other people through the bushes to the creekside reluctantly.

I can't wait to go home.

~(*)~

I cautiosly cast a left and right twice before heading out into the open. it was almost, done, all I had to do was plant the note for little Joey Beatles on his front door, and he would be in the bag as easy as taking candy from a baby, which happened to be one of my favourite passtimes.

I fished the note out from my bag along with a small roll of tape, then proceeding to attatch the note firmly to the wooden door, making sure to stick it low enough for it to be easily read by the brat. After that, I slunk off once more into the bushes, heading to where my genius olan would lead the boy unsuspmectingly. It was 2:50, the boy would be back in about forty minutes, so I decided to check in for a status update first.

Dialing the number quickly, I held the reciever up to my ear and waited impatiently for a response from the end. Finally, after a about half a minute, there was a sound from the other end.

"Dr. Colter. I trust the plan is running smoothly so far," it was less a friendly comment and more an 'it better be.'

"Yes. May I ask how things are doing over there?"

"Well, Doctor, they are going well. How long will it be before we are able to take them all easily?" Was his only question.

"Not long now. I will have to convert at least ten more of them here, and I will check in with the other teen units to give you a full analysis of their areas as well. All in all, we should be up to invasion point in less than a month, two months at the latest." Apparently, the overlord on the other end liked this.

"Very good, Dr. Colter. You have done well for a first timer in my buisiness. Very well, carry on then," came the one-toned reply.

"Yes, father."

A/N: Cliffanger! Not much to say right now, but I will tell you two things;

I saw a number plate the other day that was actually FLYBOI. I thought of Hoagie as soon as I saw it!

There is a girl in my class that looks like a rainbow monkey. Seriously, she wears a bun every day that sticks up in a semicircle JUST LIKE a rainbow monkey's rainbow halo! Lol, I almost laugh whenever I think about it. Anyway, R&R! Thanks and bye for now!

-xoxo, Numbuh 25