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p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"Nigel Uno, or so formally named as Number one, Leader and Head of Sector V was strolling along the silent corridors of the Kids Next Door Moon-base. Surprisingly, not even one single attack by the Adults had begun at all. Not even early in the morning, for the time now, was 9:00pm. Many fellow Operatives walked on by, some were even trading cards and such to pass the time – all merely for /br /Not far from where Nigel had padded along there was Rachel McKenzie, or so known as Number 362, the Supreme Leader of the Kids Next Door was talking to another Operative, Patton Drilovsky, Number /br /"Still even if there hasn't been any attacks keep your eyes peeled and make sure no one lets their guard down."br /br /"Yes sir, Number 362 Ma'am." Number 60 exclaimed, saluting his Supreme Leader before taking his /br /Rachel sighed and sat on her regular chair in the mains of the /br /emWhat a change today has been, /emShe thought to herself, emNo attacks from any of the Adults, not one. Something is not quite right here. But, at least I can relax, for now that is./embr /br /Rachel drummed her fingers on the arms of the chair, thinking away of so many reasons why no Adults had decided to attack at all. She then heard footsteps from behind. Rachel turned to see who it was. It was none other than /br /"Number 362, sir." He said raising a hand to his head in a saluting /br /"At ease Nigel, ever since there's been no attacks. It just doesn't seem right."br /br /"Well, we all have our suspicions – everyone seems to be acting odd."br /br /"I don't blame them at all really." There was quite an annoyance tone in Rachel's voice or of anger. Nigel seemed to notice /br /"Is something else bothering you Rachel, besides all this?" Nigel quizzed Rachel. "Are you feeling well?"br /br /Rachel's eyes wroth around in thought; mentally scanning herself for pains and sluggish feelings. "I guess I'm ok. I'm just, well, emabit/em happy that I can finally relax and not have to raise my voice to so many transmissions."br /br /"It sounds like being relaxed feels foreign for you," said /br /"Yeah seems that way," Rachel hummed in reply, "I don't really understand that at all."br /br /"Don't worry about it Rachel, this is really a good time to have some peace and quiet for once from the Adults. Despite the suspicious feeling that boils deep within."br /br /Rachel didn't reply she just laid back in the chair closing her eyes. Nigel walked up closer to her and that was then she opened her eyes and smiled at /br /"Are you going to turn in for the night?"br /br /"Yeah, I guess I should. I feel a little dizzy."br /br /"Would you like me to walk you to your room?"br /br /"It's ok Nigel, I'll be fine."br /br /She gave a pat on his shoulder, but also put pressure upon him; more like she was trying to get her balance back. She walked away and headed for her room. Nigel seemed a little concerned for her so he decided to follow /br /So far Rachel seemed ok but she as well had to lean against the walls to support herself. Every time Nigel saw this it made him anxious and prepared to run and catch her to prevent her from a nasty fall. Rachel, including Nigel who hid in the shadows so the young girl wouldn't see him. Rachel had soon arrived to the door of her bedroom. Rachel again leaned against the wall; she began to feel more dizzy that she immediately gave up and fell to the floor. Nigel gasped and ran up to /br /"Rachel! Rachel, wake up!" But it was no use; Rachel was out cold – but to what cause Nigel couldn't think or know /br /emSeeing as though I'm near her room I may as well take her in and keep watch over her, /emNigel thought to himself. So with that, he tucked his hands under her to support her neck and legs. He carried the unconscious Rachel into her room. He laid her onto her bed, removed her large colander helmet from her head to give comfort on the pillows. Nigel checked outside; no one was around the corridor. He closed the door and brought a wooden chair close to Rachel's left bed side, sitting cross-legged and read a KND newspaper./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.1cm;"span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"An hour had gone by and Rachel still laid unconscious on her bed. Nigel still read through the newspaper. He took one look at Rachel to check to see if she was still out cold; she was. But just as soon as he narrowed his eyes back to the paper he was disturbed by a short moan. Nigel folded up the paper and set it down on the floor before he pulled the chair up closer to Rachel's bed./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.1cm;""span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"Welcome back Rachel," Nigel uttered softly./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.1cm;""span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"Ugh! What . . . what – happened?" Rachel, whilst massaging her forehead, quizzed the only company she had by her side./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.1cm;""span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"Well, you blacked out just outside among the corridor," Nigel replied. "I was nearby so I brought you here, your room."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.1cm;""span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"Really? I passed out? Well, how long have I been out?" Rachel asked, slowly turning her head to face the bald operative./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.1cm;""span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"Let's have a look see," Nigel murmured under his breath as he raised his left arm up, tugged his sleeve down to reveal a watch strapped at his wrist. "Around an hour and so. On the other hand, how are you feeling?"/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.1cm;""span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"Just rather dazed, that's all." Rachel said with a soft moan escaping her./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.1cm;""span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"Can I get you anything at all, Rachel?" Number 1 asked his Leader. "Some aspirin? Or even something to eat or drink?br /br /"Water please Nigel, if you don't mind?" Number 362 asked /br /"Well if you are still feeling off then as a fellow Operative it is mandatory for me to help my Supreme Leader." Number 1 said as he rose up off the /br /"Thank you Nigel. There should be a cup in the bathroom by the sink." She told Number 1./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.1cm;"span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"The bald Operative sauntered into the bathroom. The cup was by the sink just like Number 362 had said. Number 1 turned the cold tap on, catching the water in the cup until it was quite full. /span /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.1cm;"span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"Finally, he turned the tap off and went back to Rachel handing her the cup of water. "There you go," Rachel immediately put the cup to her lips and drained all the water down in /br /"Well, you really needed that!" Number 1 exclaimed in a /br /"Yeah," Number 362 hummed in response. "Listen Nigel, thanks for being there when I – "br /br /"It's no problem Rachel. I'm just glad you're ok." Number 1 smiled./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.1cm;"span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"Number 362 smiled back. "You're really kind to me Nigel, no-one has ever been this affectionate to me."br /br /"Well, you are the Supreme Leader, and someone's got to look out for you – that is what team mates do."br /br /"Yeah, that's true. I still find it exhausting to be Supreme Leader. I mean, ever since that time I called in a strongTAG/strong, I were no longer "strongit/strong", but in the end, I just ended up being "strongit/strong" again."br /br /"Rachel, do you still feel down about that?" Number 1 asked. "You believed that you emcan/em be the Supreme Leader again. I had faith in you and you were very brave. Especially forcing Father to tag you, and only a true Leader could do that."br /br /"Thanks Nigel. I wish I could only thank you more than just mere words."br /br /"Don't worry about it Rachel, I always look out for my team mates," Number 1 immediately began to look a tad glum. "But I'm just a bald, British workaholic kid."br /br /"Why should that matter Nigel?" Number 362 quizzed. "You're a brilliant Leader to Sector V. Sure, you believe what must be done must be done and ready and waiting for the next thing and your team understands that. They understand you."br /br /"Yeah. Thanks Rachel," Number 1 said with a smile. "Well I best head back to base. I'll see you around Rachel. I'll report in tomorrow."br /br /"That reminds me, come at ten o'clock and bring your team with you."br /br /"Yes Number 362, sir." said Number 1, saluting /br /It was now 2300 hours and Nigel had arrived back to Sector V's Tree-House. Unsuspectingly, he has also arrived back to an Operative awaiting him. As he got out of his jet-car, he was startled by an all-too familiar /br /"Where have you been Number 1?!" Number 5 asked in a snapping /br /"Number 5! You . . . You scared me!" Number 1 gasped, grasping his chest tightly, "But to answer your question, I was at the Moon-Base. Number 362 passed out so I stayed with her until she came round." Number 1 /br /"What? Why did she pass out?" Number 5 /br /"She did say she felt abit dizzy . . . " Number 1 then shouldered off his answer and approached Number 5, "Any way, I'm off to bed Abigail, it's getting late and Number 362 wants us to go to Moon-Base for ten o'clock. So, get plenty of rest."br /br /"Ok then," Number 5 mumbled as she watched Number 1 make his way to his room. "Good-night Number 1."br /br /"Good-night Number 5." Number 1 /br /While all of the Operatives of Sector V were deep asleep, the Delightful Children From Down The Lane were wide awake, scaling the length of endless corridors, muttering to each other individually. They were, incredibly, quite annoyed with /br /"How could Father and the rest of the Adults not even begin one single attack on those meddlesome Kids Next Door?" They now asked the silence in perfect /br /"What troubles you, my Delightful Children?"/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.1cm;"span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"This obvious voice, which still surprised the Delightful Children, no matter how many times he made himself known within their line of vision or from behind, came from a black silhouetted figure with yellow eyes and a pipe clutched to his /br /The Delightful Children eyed one another nervously, debating whether they should question Father at all. They weren't greatly brave towards him, but they were to when action was the last resort – The hidden strength of these five children still managed to escape them./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.1cm;"span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"Exhaling the anxiety out of their system, they spoke. "Father, why have neither of the Adults attacked the Kids Next Door?"br /br /"Well, we may have had enough of them stupid children, but you must know neither of us can fight forever." Father answered as he approached The Delightful /br /"But we can always do something Father, just for you responsible adults."br /br /"And you can when I order you to!" Father hissed, making the five children cringe with fear. "Now don't be annoyed or impatient with me. I don't like to see my precious children down. You'll have some fun very soon. For now, go get some rest."br /br /"Yes Father, we understand. Goodnight Father." The Delightful Children sighed, turned on their heels, and left Father to stand alone among the corridor. /span /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.1cm;"span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"However, Father was not alone. "Well, what did you think to that, Mr. Boss?"br /br /A hunched-back figure appeared from the shadows, now standing by Father's left side, illuminated by the Moons rays that shone through the Gothic windows. "I guess I can sympathise with how they are feeling. I mean, we may hate these pesky kids, but doing battle with them everyday will get us no where."br /br /"Exactly. But kids aren't kids forever," Father muttered, "The Kids Next Door may have millions in the organisation but at least a hundred are no longer in the force. They end up joining the teens next."br /br /Mr. Boss growled under his breath before he puffed at his cigar. "We're going to keep them paranoid; If they attack, resist it. This is all but temporary before the real downfall of Kids Next Door begins."/span/p
p style="text-align: center;"strongThis is an old fanfiction that will likely or unlikely ever to be changed or beta-read to improve. If such were to happen, I the writer will do so myself. Please enjoy and leave respectful reviews. Any negative reviews will immediately be removed - this is all for leisure of reading./strong/p
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p style="text-align: left;"span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"Nigel Uno, or so formally named as Number one, Leader and Head of Sector V was strolling along the silent corridors of the Kids Next Door Moon-base. Surprisingly, not even one single attack by the Adults had begun at all. Not even early in the morning, for the time now, was 9:00pm. Many fellow Operatives walked on by, some were even trading cards and such to pass the time – all merely for /br /Not far from where Nigel had padded along there was Rachel McKenzie, or so known as Number 362, the Supreme Leader of the Kids Next Door was talking to another Operative, Patton Drilovsky, Number /br /"Still even if there hasn't been any attacks keep your eyes peeled and make sure no one lets their guard down."br /br /"Yes sir, Number 362 Ma'am." Number 60 exclaimed, saluting his Supreme Leader before taking his /br /Rachel sighed and sat on her regular chair in the mains of the /br /emWhat a change today has been, /emShe thought to herself, emNo attacks from any of the Adults, not one. Something is not quite right here. But, at least I can relax, for now that is./embr /br /Rachel drummed her fingers on the arms of the chair, thinking away of so many reasons why no Adults had decided to attack at all. She then heard footsteps from behind. Rachel turned to see who it was. It was none other than /br /"Number 362, sir." He said raising a hand to his head in a saluting /br /"At ease Nigel, ever since there's been no attacks. It just doesn't seem right."br /br /"Well, we all have our suspicions – everyone seems to be acting odd."br /br /"I don't blame them at all really." There was quite an annoyance tone in Rachel's voice or of anger. Nigel seemed to notice /br /"Is something else bothering you Rachel, besides all this?" Nigel quizzed Rachel. "Are you feeling well?"br /br /Rachel's eyes wroth around in thought; mentally scanning herself for pains and sluggish feelings. "I guess I'm ok. I'm just, well, emabit/em happy that I can finally relax and not have to raise my voice to so many transmissions."br /br /"It sounds like being relaxed feels foreign for you," said /br /"Yeah seems that way," Rachel hummed in reply, "I don't really understand that at all."br /br /"Don't worry about it Rachel, this is really a good time to have some peace and quiet for once from the Adults. Despite the suspicious feeling that boils deep within."br /br /Rachel didn't reply she just laid back in the chair closing her eyes. Nigel walked up closer to her and that was then she opened her eyes and smiled at /br /"Are you going to turn in for the night?"br /br /"Yeah, I guess I should. I feel a little dizzy."br /br /"Would you like me to walk you to your room?"br /br /"It's ok Nigel, I'll be fine."br /br /She gave a pat on his shoulder, but also put pressure upon him; more like she was trying to get her balance back. She walked away and headed for her room. Nigel seemed a little concerned for her so he decided to follow /br /So far Rachel seemed ok but she as well had to lean against the walls to support herself. Every time Nigel saw this it made him anxious and prepared to run and catch her to prevent her from a nasty fall. Rachel, including Nigel who hid in the shadows so the young girl wouldn't see him. Rachel had soon arrived to the door of her bedroom. Rachel again leaned against the wall; she began to feel more dizzy that she immediately gave up and fell to the floor. Nigel gasped and ran up to /br /"Rachel! Rachel, wake up!" But it was no use; Rachel was out cold – but to what cause Nigel couldn't think or know /br /emSeeing as though I'm near her room I may as well take her in and keep watch over her, /emNigel thought to himself. So with that, he tucked his hands under her to support her neck and legs. He carried the unconscious Rachel into her room. He laid her onto her bed, removed her large colander helmet from her head to give comfort on the pillows. Nigel checked outside; no one was around the corridor. He closed the door and brought a wooden chair close to Rachel's left bed side, sitting cross-legged and read a KND newspaper./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.1cm;"span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"An hour had gone by and Rachel still laid unconscious on her bed. Nigel still read through the newspaper. He took one look at Rachel to check to see if she was still out cold; she was. But just as soon as he narrowed his eyes back to the paper he was disturbed by a short moan. Nigel folded up the paper and set it down on the floor before he pulled the chair up closer to Rachel's bed./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.1cm;""span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"Welcome back Rachel," Nigel uttered softly./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.1cm;""span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"Ugh! What . . . what – happened?" Rachel, whilst massaging her forehead, quizzed the only company she had by her side./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.1cm;""span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"Well, you blacked out just outside among the corridor," Nigel replied. "I was nearby so I brought you here, your room."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.1cm;""span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"Really? I passed out? Well, how long have I been out?" Rachel asked, slowly turning her head to face the bald operative./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.1cm;""span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"Let's have a look see," Nigel murmured under his breath as he raised his left arm up, tugged his sleeve down to reveal a watch strapped at his wrist. "Around an hour and so. On the other hand, how are you feeling?"/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.1cm;""span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"Just rather dazed, that's all." Rachel said with a soft moan escaping her./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.1cm;""span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"Can I get you anything at all, Rachel?" Number 1 asked his Leader. "Some aspirin? Or even something to eat or drink?br /br /"Water please Nigel, if you don't mind?" Number 362 asked /br /"Well if you are still feeling off then as a fellow Operative it is mandatory for me to help my Supreme Leader." Number 1 said as he rose up off the /br /"Thank you Nigel. There should be a cup in the bathroom by the sink." She told Number 1./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.1cm;"span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"The bald Operative sauntered into the bathroom. The cup was by the sink just like Number 362 had said. Number 1 turned the cold tap on, catching the water in the cup until it was quite full. /span /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.1cm;"span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"Finally, he turned the tap off and went back to Rachel handing her the cup of water. "There you go," Rachel immediately put the cup to her lips and drained all the water down in /br /"Well, you really needed that!" Number 1 exclaimed in a /br /"Yeah," Number 362 hummed in response. "Listen Nigel, thanks for being there when I – "br /br /"It's no problem Rachel. I'm just glad you're ok." Number 1 smiled./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.1cm;"span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"Number 362 smiled back. "You're really kind to me Nigel, no-one has ever been this affectionate to me."br /br /"Well, you are the Supreme Leader, and someone's got to look out for you – that is what team mates do."br /br /"Yeah, that's true. I still find it exhausting to be Supreme Leader. I mean, ever since that time I called in a strongTAG/strong, I were no longer "strongit/strong", but in the end, I just ended up being "strongit/strong" again."br /br /"Rachel, do you still feel down about that?" Number 1 asked. "You believed that you emcan/em be the Supreme Leader again. I had faith in you and you were very brave. Especially forcing Father to tag you, and only a true Leader could do that."br /br /"Thanks Nigel. I wish I could only thank you more than just mere words."br /br /"Don't worry about it Rachel, I always look out for my team mates," Number 1 immediately began to look a tad glum. "But I'm just a bald, British workaholic kid."br /br /"Why should that matter Nigel?" Number 362 quizzed. "You're a brilliant Leader to Sector V. Sure, you believe what must be done must be done and ready and waiting for the next thing and your team understands that. They understand you."br /br /"Yeah. Thanks Rachel," Number 1 said with a smile. "Well I best head back to base. I'll see you around Rachel. I'll report in tomorrow."br /br /"That reminds me, come at ten o'clock and bring your team with you."br /br /"Yes Number 362, sir." said Number 1, saluting /br /It was now 2300 hours and Nigel had arrived back to Sector V's Tree-House. Unsuspectingly, he has also arrived back to an Operative awaiting him. As he got out of his jet-car, he was startled by an all-too familiar /br /"Where have you been Number 1?!" Number 5 asked in a snapping /br /"Number 5! You . . . You scared me!" Number 1 gasped, grasping his chest tightly, "But to answer your question, I was at the Moon-Base. Number 362 passed out so I stayed with her until she came round." Number 1 /br /"What? Why did she pass out?" Number 5 /br /"She did say she felt abit dizzy . . . " Number 1 then shouldered off his answer and approached Number 5, "Any way, I'm off to bed Abigail, it's getting late and Number 362 wants us to go to Moon-Base for ten o'clock. So, get plenty of rest."br /br /"Ok then," Number 5 mumbled as she watched Number 1 make his way to his room. "Good-night Number 1."br /br /"Good-night Number 5." Number 1 /br /While all of the Operatives of Sector V were deep asleep, the Delightful Children From Down The Lane were wide awake, scaling the length of endless corridors, muttering to each other individually. They were, incredibly, quite annoyed with /br /"How could Father and the rest of the Adults not even begin one single attack on those meddlesome Kids Next Door?" They now asked the silence in perfect /br /"What troubles you, my Delightful Children?"/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.1cm;"span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"This obvious voice, which still surprised the Delightful Children, no matter how many times he made himself known within their line of vision or from behind, came from a black silhouetted figure with yellow eyes and a pipe clutched to his /br /The Delightful Children eyed one another nervously, debating whether they should question Father at all. They weren't greatly brave towards him, but they were to when action was the last resort – The hidden strength of these five children still managed to escape them./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.1cm;"span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"Exhaling the anxiety out of their system, they spoke. "Father, why have neither of the Adults attacked the Kids Next Door?"br /br /"Well, we may have had enough of them stupid children, but you must know neither of us can fight forever." Father answered as he approached The Delightful /br /"But we can always do something Father, just for you responsible adults."br /br /"And you can when I order you to!" Father hissed, making the five children cringe with fear. "Now don't be annoyed or impatient with me. I don't like to see my precious children down. You'll have some fun very soon. For now, go get some rest."br /br /"Yes Father, we understand. Goodnight Father." The Delightful Children sighed, turned on their heels, and left Father to stand alone among the corridor. /span /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.1cm;"span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"However, Father was not alone. "Well, what did you think to that, Mr. Boss?"br /br /A hunched-back figure appeared from the shadows, now standing by Father's left side, illuminated by the Moons rays that shone through the Gothic windows. "I guess I can sympathise with how they are feeling. I mean, we may hate these pesky kids, but doing battle with them everyday will get us no where."br /br /"Exactly. But kids aren't kids forever," Father muttered, "The Kids Next Door may have millions in the organisation but at least a hundred are no longer in the force. They end up joining the teens next."br /br /Mr. Boss growled under his breath before he puffed at his cigar. "We're going to keep them paranoid; If they attack, resist it. This is all but temporary before the real downfall of Kids Next Door begins."/span/p