GKND: Operation ALPHA

by KicaCris

A year has passed ever since Nigel was recruited by the GKND to become their very first Earth representative and Sector V is now part of the Supreme Global Command. Peaceful times come to an abrupt end when GKND suddenly sentences Earth to a planetary decommission. Now it's up to Sector V and a Secret Teen Sector to team-up and save their home. This is the legend of Sector Alpha

8. Aftershocks

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Galactic-Kids-Next-Door mission

Operation: A.L.P.H.A.

Story written by Cris Carvalho

Check out the cover art of this chapter on my Tumblr – Twitter - IG: KicaCris

Chapter 8:

"Aftershocks"

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"That's why…today I have taken a very difficult decision. A decision that will surely benefit us all into asserting more forces for our cause. The battle isn't anymore about kids versus adults. This is a battle for our planet, so we either ban together and win…or we will lose our planet, our lives, forever" she said as she looked at the camera intensively.

"From this day on, we will accept anyone who wishes to fight for our planet to join our forces. It won't matter if you're a kid, a teenager or an adult.

"And since we no longer can afford to lose any more operatives, today I'm also declaring… all decommissions to be officially suspended…permanently."

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[Pluto's Orbit – Omega's Main Orbital Base – GKND Command Bridge]

Alien soldiers backed away as pieces of glasses and metal floated high and around the Supreme Galactic Emperor. He growled, his piercing furious glare on the holographic image of Supreme Leader Numbuh 5 and her Global Command Sector V.

"HOW DARE SHE?! THIS…THIS IS… TREASON!" He shouted, making the still damaged ship shake violent at his fury.

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[Bermuda Triangle Island – Sector Alpha's Tree House]

"Wait a minute!"

"She can actually do that?!"

Both Maurice and Ace turned with questioning looks at Rachel and Chad.

The two ex-supreme leaders opened their mouths to answer at the same time, then stopped before muttering a single word. They both grabbed their chins in perfect sync and thought again in silence for a few seconds, exchanging glances back and forth while pondering on the answer in quietly.

Maurice's brow furrowed boringly while Ace rolled their eyes largely.

"Cielo santo….Please don't tell me neither of you EVER considered the possibility".

"OF COURSE WE DID!" Rachel and Chad said at the same time with angry embarrassed blushes on their cheeks.

Maurice and Ace exchanged the same incredulous looks with each other.

"So, it is possible for Abby to order something like that?" Maurice asked again.

"Well technically yes" Rachel began hesitantly.

"But like…it's not something the Supreme Leader can just decide on their own" Chad continued, "to cancel all decommissions means overwriting one of the most elemental KND laws there is, which is that only kids are allowed to be part of the Kids-Next-Door. There are no previous records of such an extreme measure ever been taken, so I guess because of how extremely dangerous the current situation is, she can, well technically speaking-"

"She can ask for the approval of the entire KND Global Command to support such an extreme measure, but only based on the premise the measure will help KND increase their combatant forces against an eventual battle with GKND" the blond girl concluded.

"Sure… but she did say 'permanently', so it's not exactly a temporary measure" Maurice added.

"Yeah…that's the only part I'm not sure about. I don't see Fanny and Patton backing that part specifically." Chad arched a curious eyebrow at Rachel.

"Patton just turned 13 years old and knowing him as much as I do, he probably wants to help KND fight this menace for as long as he's allowed so I'm sure he's letting this one slide, and Fanny must be thinking the same thing. Granted deep down I'm sure they might still be against the decision, but they're smart and I just know they know this is the only chance we have to fight back Numbuh Omega's forces."

Rachel finished explaining while smiling nostalgically at Chad, who also smiled and nodded in agreement with her.

/

[McClintock High School Gymnasium – Teen Ninjas Weekly Meeting]

"SHE CAN'T DO THIS! HOW DARE SHE?!"

Stacy and Tessa backed away from the Gym's bleachers, with the Teen Ninjas soldiers behind them flinching in fear of the wrath of their Prom Queen.

"Cree" Steve now sounded serious, "please calm down-"

"NO! Don't you dare to tell me to freaking calm down now Steve! YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS!" she hissed at him.

"THIS!" She pointed at the live image of her younger sister on her phone, "THIS IS AN OUTRAGE! SHE CAN'T DO THIS! THIS GOES AGAINST THE STATUS QUO ESTABLISHED AFTER 'THE GREAT JUNIOR HIGH REBELLION OF 1999', which clearly states that every kid upon turning 13 years old MUST be decommissioned, with all their memories of the KND days completely erased, and be immediately sent to join freely the Teenager World! OUR WORLD!" she spat to him with venom.

The Steve raised both his hands at her and sighed, "yes I know, of course I know, but"-

"Oh but I know WHY she's doing this!" her lips suddenly curled into an evil crazy smirk, "My clever little sister, this is all part of an elaborate strategy, using this stupid made up excuse of some alien version of the Kids-Next-Door to stop all decommissions so they can lower our forces!" she chuckled, quickly deducing her sister's plans.

The Steve arched a quizzical eyebrow at her, his glasses falling down his nose a bit, "Do you really see your own little sister making a decision that not only shakes the basic foundations of KND as an organization, but also directly affects the balance between us and the Adults, all because she wants to reduce our recruitment numbers?"

"YES! Because I KNOW how she thinks, after all, I was the one who trained her! Ohohohoho this is classic strategic Abbigail alright! I got to admit the concept behind the idea is BRILLIANT, although personally, I would have used a better excuse than some "alien invasion" to enact this plan-"

"You say the videos she showed as proof to back her decision are fake?" The Steve leaned on his bleach throne scratching his chin in deep thought.

Cree rolled her eyes at him, "Of course they are! It wouldn't be the first time KND has used all their cinematic resources to create a big ol' sci-fi facade. Have you forgotten how a few years ago they made the adults believe the moon was deserted?"

"I do, but I mean, these videos didn't look as cheap compared to that montage they made back then! These footages looked legit! Sure, I could see the creepy black nebula kid emperor be a very cool costume, although I don't how they could have made the flame-hair effect, but that giant bird-shaped ship!-"

"That…" Cree suddenly paled and she quickly averted her eyes in thought, "that's the only thing I…"

Steve now looked surprised at her sudden change of demeanor, "Oh? You are familiar with that ship?"

All the Teen Ninjas looked expectantly at their queen.

"Yeah…It's a very rare and unique KND ship. Probably one of the oldest but most advantage there is…only one KND Sector is allowed to pilot it…"

"Who?" Steve questioned intrigued.

"…Sector Alpha…"

The Teen Ninja soldiers whispered in confusion behind her.

"But, aren't they just a KND fairy tale?" Tessa, the previous KND operative known as Numbuh 12, suddenly asked.

"Yeah I used to believe the same thing until I saw them with my very own two eyes when I was still the leader of Sector V" Cree explained.

"Sector Alpha? I don't think I have ever heard of them before" Steve said while scrolling down his phone.

"That's how they are. None is supposed to know they exist, not even the higher-ups inside KND…after they rescued us from a very dangerous mission at Father's Mansion, ex-Supreme Leader Numbuh 100 ordered us to never speak of that night again, although I don't think the other members of Sector V can remember much of it since they were just too young…"

Steve seemed pensive for a second, "So, they're a very top secret KND Sector it seems. The look on your face tells me they worry you very much, my queen".

Cree frowned and looked at him with a serious expression, "the only part of my sister's announcement that truly puzzles me it's THEM. Sector Alpha only acts in the most dangerous and difficult missions so my sister and her friends must have had been in some sort of really big trouble if they had to rescue them. But that's not what worries me…"

"What worries me is that I have always thought Sector Alpha was already been long gone. Dickson told me that by the time he ascended to Supreme Leader there was no Sector Alpha among the ranks of KND, and the team had been presumably decommissioned after ex-Supreme Leader Numbuh 100's depart. No new Sector Alpha had been formed ever since then" she exclaimed.

"Meaning?" Steve asked.

"Either Numbuh 100 never told Dickson about Sector Alpha, which is completely possible since the guy was famously known for keeping a lot of secrets from everybody," she said annoyingly as if knowing said operative personally.

"Or a new team was somehow formed during the time McKenzie was Supreme Leader…which could also be possible but since she was actually decommissioned there's no way to have confirmation of that now!"

Steve and Cree grew silent, completely immersed in their own thoughts.

"But Supreme Leader 362 only commanded for like a year and half…that's not enough time to form not even an average high-ranked KND Sector" Tessa's suddenly said, breaking Cree and Steve's train of thoughts.

"Tessa shut up, don't interrupt our queen!" Stacey scolded her.

"But it's true! I used to assist Numbuh 60's trainings and the average needed time of training for a sector probably as skilled as Sector Alpha would be more than 3 years! And we're talking about the most high-ranked sector team there is in KND, so they must be really well trained on EVERYTHING! I don't see how there would be a new sector in such a short period of time-!" she explained.

"Tessa, don't be silly" Cree now finally decided to address her, "if the Falcon Alpha is being operated then that means there must be a new Sector Alpha in town, otherwise the other possibility would be…" she suddenly froze in realization.

Steve arched an eyebrow again, "what would be the other possibility?"

Cree began to sweat nervously, "that there is no new Sector Alpha team…but the same team that rescued me all those years ago but…that can't be possible…they would all be teenagers by now and no way KND would still keep them operative, it doesn't matter if they were "the best there is" in the entire organization, KND doesn't EVER make exceptions!"

"Wait!" Stacey suddenly remembered something, "what about that rumor we got a year ago, right before the 'treaty' thing with KND? Remember that weird kid who came to us with information about KND using infiltrated operatives among our ranks?"

"Uh" Steve scratched the back of his head, "ah yeah, the one with the weird bowtie and the sunglasses that looked like an MIB agent, I remember. He really wanted the treaty to happen" he chuckled with fun at the memory.

Cree crossed her arms and thought, "Ah yeah, Numbuh Infinity, I remember" she rolled her eyes and leaned her hip to the side, "but his rumor had no base nor proof, I mean, no way we would have infiltrated KND agents among our ranks without me noticing it!" she chuckled with confidence.

"Wasn't Chad in charge of investigating the veracity of this intel?" Steve suddenly remembered.

"Yeah, he too didn't believe this guy either, he was a KND Supreme Leader after all so if there were undercover KND operatives among us he would have known for sure, so he said he would personally investigate this kid's claims," Cree said and the grabbed her chin while thinking.

"Although I never knew if he found anything about it before he left to Spain" she mumbled to herself.

"Cadet Tessa" Cree suddenly spoke up with a commanding tone, "I want you to take on Chad's abandoned mission and investigate the veracity of these rumors. I'm not taking any chances, especially now that we know KND still has Sector Alpha operative under their sleeves"

Cree looked at Stacy and to all the many Teen Ninjas warriors present in the meeting, "As your Prom Queen I command all of you that from this day on, it is the Teen Ninja's top priority to find and destroy the Kids-Next-Door most powerful weapon against us: Sector Alpha, is that clear to all of you?".

All the Teen Ninja soldiers made a military salute and answered in unison, "Yes Prom Queen!"

"The meeting is dismissed!" she ordered to everyone.

As the many teenagers began to exit the gym courtyard, Steve stood up from his throne and stepped down a few bleachers to stand casually next to Cree.

"What about your sister's announcement?" he suddenly asked her.

Cree side glanced at him with her frown burrowed seriously, "I haven't forgotten about that. I think it's time for you to have a serious conversation with our evasive General Captains once and for all. This issue has to be of their concern since it goes against 'The Great Junior High Rebellion Agreement of 1999' and it is their duty to preserve that…"

She crossed her arms and sighed with annoyance, "as for me…I think it's time to pay a visit to a certain leader of the Evil Adults Industries. I'm pretty sure the breaking news must have finally made him take off that ugly bathrobe of shame of his."

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As he waved goodbye to Cree, Steve's black iPhone suddenly began to vibrate inside his pocket.

He looked at the dialer's name and quickly answered.

"Stewart Walldinger, my man! I was thinking about you just now! –muffled sound of another teenager speaking on the other side of the call-

Yeah of course I saw it, did you see the ship?...yeah such a beauty!...I guess now you and Alice Kane will finally check out those neat blueprints I drew for you last year… -more muffled sounds can be heard- you still have that old floppy disk I gave you, right?...great! I knew you could find a way to read that old thing…yeah no don't worry, the Prom Queen doesn't need to know about this. You know how she is, not interested in cool geek stuff like us…-muffled scared reply- nah don't worry about it, but she'll be surprised that's for sure!"

Steve held the phone against his ear with his shoulder as he picked up his dark grey backpack and stepped on his green and red skateboard.

"So, are you guys finally going to take on my little crazy science project?...-he grins excitedly upon hearing the answer – awesome man! You guys are the coolest! I promise you won't regret this! I'll make sure you guys get all the supplies and pizza you'll need!"

He chuckled as he heard the muffled answer, "yeah yeah, tell Liderhosen I'll ask my mom to ensure the supply of her famous German chocolate pies too". He said as he began to slide away over the pavement.

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[Bermuda Triangle Island – Sector Alpha's Tree House]

"Alright! The Kids-Next-Door have made their move. Now it's our turn! We have some treasure hunting to do!" Ace's sunglasses shinned with confidence as he smirked and turned towards the flat tv screen.

He tapped his fingers over the screen and then it raised high with a mechanical sound, as the other two screens came out from the wall behind it and attached to it on both sides, just as a large keyboard came out from the floor and raised until his waist level.

In a few seconds, the super high tech computer of Sector Alpha was assembled in front of them.

[ Greetings Ace, welcome back home ]

The familiar voice of the Super Computermabob mechanically greeted him.

"Hola mi amor! Did you miss me?! Of course you did!" he chuckled knowingly as a tall video game chair came out from the floor in front of him.

He took the seat and swiftly began to type on the keyboard as Chad, Rachel and Maurice came closer to stand at both sides of his seat.

"Alright so, this is what we have so far. According to the information provided by our good ol' pal Numbuh 74.239, now that we have managed to retrieve and repair the Delta Sword we might be able to use it to locate the other remaining Alpha Weapons by tracking down the electromagnetic pulses they use to call on each other."

He pressed on a few buttons on the keyboard and suddenly a translucent yellow column of light projected out of the control panel.

Ace extended his hand to Chad who nodded with determination. The ex supreme leader took his red iPhone out of his jeans and handed it over to his second-in-command.

Ace took the phone, put it over a panel over his keyboard and it suddenly began to levitate as the yellow light scanned it.

Then the iPhone glowed vibrantly red and shape-shifted into the form of the Delta Sword's hilt. The symbol of Delta began to pulse repeatedly and then the image of Planet Earth appeared on the monitor.

"Alright now…" he continued typing and suddenly an image of the Falcon Alpha appeared on the screen, "since Falcon is also made of the same alien tech as the Alpha Weapons, I bet I can use his radar to amplify the Delta Sword's signal and increase our search range over the rest of our Solar System…let's see…"

The four waited with expectation as the computer began to establish the connection between the Delta Sword and the Falcon Alpha.

Outside of the Tree House, the four glowing eyes of the giant mecha bird ship began to glow strongly as it looked to towards the horizon. He then roared powerfully and opened his mechanic golden wings wide open.

"Come on buddy" Ace begged as sweat ran down his forehead, " I know you can do it. Show us where the rest of your primos are" Ace said excitedly while Chad, Maurice and Rachel looked closer at the big flat monitor.

After a very tense long minute...3 dots finally started to flash over the holographic image of just one planet: Earth.

"YESSSS!" Maurice fist pumped into the air.

"IT WORKED?! IT WORKED!" Rachel was in shock.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!" Chad laughed like a maniac as he half hugged Ace, "YOU NERD, YOU DID IT!"

"WELL OF COURSE WHAT WERE YOU EXPECTING-wait a minute – Earth?!" Ace lowered his sunglasses in disbelief.

"They are all on Earth?!" Chad, Maurice and Rachel said at the same time.

"Uh..." Ace narrowed his eyes pensively, "so, only the Delta Sword was in space all this time? Weird..."

"Wait I think I know these three places," Rachel said and swiftly typed on the keyboards to make the computer show the name of the locations.

The four teens went wide-eyed in shock.

"The Temple of the 4th flavor?" Maurice said in confusion.

"The Fountain of youth?" Chad and Rachel said at the same time.

"And someplace labeled 'Z'?...what is that even supposed to mean?" The pilot scratched his head in confusion.

"But…I kind of remember reading a report from Sector V, indicating both the Fountain and the Temple had been destroyed during two missions of theirs" Chad scratched his head in confusion while looking at Rachel.

Ace typed on the keyboard again and two files appeared on the screen. He quickly skimmed both reports, "Yup, that's what it's registered in the Super Computermabob's missions database…Maybe some parts of those places are still intact since the weapons' signal is still going strong".

"Which place do you guys wanna visit first?"

"I think we should go here first", Maurice said as he pointed at the location of the Fountain of Youth: the Gallagher Elementary School.

"This one is closer to our school and since we have been absent from Cree's and the Teen Ninjas radar for far too long I think it would be wiser to check-in with them before we raise unnecessary attention," He said, sensing that now more than ever they needed to be extra careful with the Teenagers.

"You're right" Rachel nodded, "And since Chad is finally back, we can stop Cree's tyrannical intentions of appointing Chuck as Chad's replacement".

"wait WHAT?! SHE WANTED TO WHAT?! OH THE NERVE OF THAT WOMAN!" Chad went red with anger.

"Uhmmm..." Ace suddenly smirked silently, tapping on his own jaw as a plan formed in his head.

Rachel immediately noticed and grinned knowingly, "oh no…you're making your typical 'I have a crazy idea' face".

Chad and Maurice arched questing eyebrows as they too noticed Ace's smirking face.

"Crazy, but crazy genius!"

/

[KND Moon Base – Hospital Wing ]

"How is my cousin doing?"

Kuki was startled from her deep worrying train of thoughts and quickly turned her attention from the large crystal window in front of her to the source of the voice in her left.

She smiled sadly at Numbuh 10 and the human form of Lizzie, "well the good news is that he seems to be physically fine..."

The three girls looked at the large window in front of them where an unconscious figure seemed to be sleeping peacefully. Although he had bee handcuffed to the hospital bed, completely stripped out from his GKND uniform and re-dressed in a boring teal-colored hospital gown, Nigel Uno looked much more like his old self than the puppet they had managed to drag out from Pluto.

"And the bad news?"

Kuki, Victoria and Lizzie's turned to the right as Supreme Leader Numbuh 5, flanked by Numbuhs 2, 4, 60 and 86 joined them in the hallway too.

Just then, the human form of Gabe stepped out from Nigel's room, holding the now destroyed GKND visors that Nigel had been wearing the whole time.

"It's not as much as bad news, but more like…uncertain news?" Kuki said with a low worried tone while locking eyes with Abby.

The Supreme Leader looked at the guilty face of Numbuh 74.239, "how permanent is the damage?" she questioned him.

Gabe's eyes went to hers and then back to the damaged visors, "I'm not sure to be honest…this model of the visors was a new prototype I have been, ehrm, ordered to test so, technically speaking, Nigel was the first test subject we had to try them on…he has been wearing them since the day he boarded that ship a year ago so…-OH!"

Gabe suddenly found himself pushed against the wall by no other but a very furious Numbuh 4.

"Wally no!" Kuki yelled.

"Are you telling me you bastards have been toying with my best friend's brain so much you ended up turning his brain into alien jelly?!" Wally said with gritted teeth.

Gabe looked away in complete shame, "I…yes I suppose…"

Numbuh 4 grabbed him by his lab coat collar and hit him harder against the wall again, making Gabe's human form glitch for a second, showing briefly his real humanoid tree-like self.

"You're all just disgusting monsters, If you think I'm just going to forgive you because you're more scared at your old boss than of us-!"

"WALLY STOP YOU'RE HURTING HIM!" Kuki shouted and grabbed him by his waist to try to pull him away from Gabe.

"STAND DOWN NUMBUH 4, that's an order!" Numbuh 5 suddenly said severely, effectively halting Wally's rampage.

Numbuh 4, who had been seeing red until now, suddenly realized what was he doing while looking at the worried faces of at both Kuki and Abby; he then noticed Hoagie gesturing him with his good hand to breathe in and calm down.

And he did exactly that; taking a deep breath he very slowly let go of Gabe's collar, allowing the scientific operative to slide down the wall until a sitting position on the floor, coughing a few times before sighing too.

"Gabe…I'm…sorry" Wally managed to mumble, earning a soft smile from Numbuh 3 who rubbed his arm in a way to calm his anger.

"It's alright" Gabe waved his hand tiredly, "I certainly deserved that…" he admitted and then looked with surprise at the extended helping hand of Numbuh 4.

He gave him a small smile and took his hand to help him stand up again.

"So…chances are that once Nigel wakes up he will still be under Numbuh Omega's control, isn't it?" Abby asked with her eyes hidden under her helmet's shadow.

Numbuh 74.239 dusted himself off and cleared his throat, "Possibly…but I want to believe the less time he's without the visors, the faster his brain will be able to overrun the GKND program and turn back to normal…assuming that last overcharge he had thanks to the influence of Numbuh Omega's powers didn't add any extra damage of course…"

Lizzie went teary-eyed and began to mutedly sob. Numbuh 10 hugged her by the shoulders and rubbed her arm in an attempt to give her some comfort.

"Is there any other way to help him?"

Numbuh 10 suddenly questioned with sadness brimming through her beautiful emerald eyes.

Gabe rubbed the back of his neck, "if there is… I really don't know what could it be…this is all I can do for now with the knowledge I have about GKND tech…but Numbuh Omega's nature is beyond my knowledge so…I really don't know how to help him recover from being under the effect of his powers just as I don't know how to fix whatever he did to Lizzie's voice" he admitted with remorse.

Lizzie then stopped crying and her eyes grew big with realization as she remembered something. She began to make signs with her hands in an attempt to speak with Gabe.

Numbuh 74.239 gasped in surprise, "he said that?! And you just remembered that now woman?!" he said, earning a glare from her.

"What is she saying?!" Numbuh 5 asked with her eyes big with expectation.

"Lizzie says that when she helped Chad escape from prison, he promised her 'they' could fix her and Nigel somehow!" he translated as Lizzie nodded with renewed hopes.

"Who?" Numbuh 10 suddenly asked intrigued.

"She thinks he was referring to Sector Alpha" Numbuh 74.239 deduced, surprising her and Sector V.

"Sector Alpha? But…" Numbuh 2 said while scratching the side of his head, "I mean, no offense I know they're the most skilled operatives there is but like…last time I checked they were all humans with normal human powers so how can they help fix…whatever Numbuh Omega did to Lizzie and Nigel?" he questioned.

"Uhmmm" Abby pondered about the possibility and then smirked upon remembering something, "well lucky for us, we might now count with a person with seemingly accurate knowledge about Sector Alpha" she said and then looked at Numbuh 60 and 86.

Fanny and Patton looked at each other with questioning raised eyebrows and then gasped as the realization hit them, "Matt!"

/

"There was certainly no need for you two to escort me to the bathroom…all you needed to do was to take these barbaric handcuffs off me!" Numbuh 101 complained of utter embarrassment while sitting on a stool with Numbuhs 99 and 91 standing in guard position at each side.

"We have our orders, Numbuh 101. Numbuh 86 explicitly said to keep you in custody until further notice and that means you have to shut up and deal with it." The second lieutenant of the Decommissioning Squad replied with a stone-cold face.

Matt sighed in defeat, "I don't understand why the Supreme Leader is doing this to me...I'm just a simple KND curator, not a spy nor rebellious operative...what did I do to deserve the treatment of a criminal?!" He complained over-dramatically.

"Numbuh 5 certainly did not order any arrest as far as she remembers."

Matt almost jumped out of his skin upon hearing the unmistakable voice of Numbuh 5.

"Supreme Leader! Thank goodness!" He exclaimed as the two soldiers of the Decommission Squad saluted her and the committee that was with her upon entering the cells.

Abby side glanced at Fanny with a questioning eyebrow arched, "Fanny..."

The freckled red-haired girl blushed stubbornly "he could still be an undercover alien spy...I was just being precautious."

"I'm not a GKND agent I swear!" Numbuh 101 complained angrily.

Numbuh 74.239 came closer to him and with a pencil began to poke him on his nose, chest, armpits and wrists.

Matt couldn't help himself but laugh with tickles, "no! Stop it, please! Hahahaha cut it out! Cut it out!"

Gabe stopped with a satisfied smile, "yup he's human alright. I didn't find any shapeshifting device on him" he said with a thumb up aimed at Numbuh 5.

"Oh? Is that what you and Lizzie use? Does it work in reverse? Can it make me look alien?" Matt began to bomb him with questions.

"Uh that's an interesting possibility! I suppose it can be reprogrammed to work the other way around" Gabe said while showing him his watch.

Numbuh 5 rolled her eyes largely as a new friendship began to blossom in front of her.

"Please release the fanboy" she ordered and Numbuh 99 and 91 obeyed.

Numbuh 101 sighed in relief while massaging his wrists, "ah thank you, they were starting to cause me an awful irritation".

"Numbuh 5 apologizes for the way we had to rush you here, Matt. But there's something very important we need to talk about. Please come with me to the Global Command meeting room."

Matt nodded and obediently followed her out of the cells.

/

Upon arriving at the meeting room, Matt realized whatever reason the Supreme Leader had for summoning him to the Moon Base had to be of super importance and obviously related to the GKND as Sector V was present there alongside Lizzie and Gabe.

Abby then turned towards Numbuh 86, "Please go with Patton and help him make sure the evacuation continues without any more delays" she ordered.

Fanny seemed taken aback by the new order. Obviously, the famous Head of the Decommission Squad was curious to know what kind of information the Supreme Leader was going to obtain by interrogating Numbuh 101, because deep down she had big hopes for his theories about Rachel to turn out be true. But Fanny however now was certain Numbuh 5 didn't want her to know whatever they might get just yet. Granted, it was probably because Abby knew Fanny and Patton were close friends of the ex-Supreme Leader and so she didn't want them to have high expectations for something that perhaps could turn out to be not true and break their hearts.

And with that reasoning in mind, Fanny sighed in resignation and gave Numbuh 5 a military salute before turning around to start walking towards the KND Command Bridge.

The Supreme leader then typed a security code on the keyboard next to the door and closed the door to the meeting room shut.

"It's the room completely secured and isolated, Numbuh 2?" she asked while turning towards her oldest friend.

Numbuh 2 was sitting on a chair of the large table in the room, typing restlessly on his KND computer lunch box. The light bulb on the corner of its screen glowed vibrantly green as he stopped typing, and with that he gave her a wide toothy grin and a thumb up.

Abby nodded with a satisfied smile, "alright Matt please take a seat".

Numbuh 101 looked at her, then at the rest of the people in the room and gulped, "am I in some kind of trouble, ma'am?" he sweat nervously as he hesitantly did as told and sat on the nearest seat next to him.

"Well I don't know, Numbuh 5 thinks it will depend on whether or not you collaborate with us by being completely honest for once, Matt" she said while crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes at him.

"I-I…I'm sorry sir, ma'am, but when have I NOT been honest with-with you?" he stuttered as everyone, even sweet General Kuki, seemed to glare daggers at him.

"Well Matt then please answer me this question that has been bothering me for a while... When someone formulates a theory, any kind of theory, what are the chances of say theory to turn out to be 100% accurate?" she suddenly asked.

Matt blinked confusedly a few times and pondered the answer, "well I guess it will depend on whether or not say theories have some form of provable base? Sometimes the odds will be in your favor, sometimes not-wait why are you asking me this?"

"Numbuh 5 heard you like to investigate a lot about KND history lore and also formulate theories about unresolved KND mysteries and secrets, correct?"

Now that was a left turn he didn't expect, "Well yes, I mean, that's kind of my job as the official KND Head Curator at the Kids-Next-Door Seriously Cool Museum of Artifacts and Stuff? I do a lot of research and inventory of KND history in general and yes I…like to theorize about certain not documented events or stuff about our history as a hobby…" he played with his thumbs in embarrassment at the last part while glancing back and forth between the floor and the Supreme Leader.

"Did perhaps…Generals Numbuh 60 and 86 filed a complaint about some of the theories I shared with them recently? If so, I just want to say it wasn't my intention to insult the memory of their friend-"

"Nah you didn't insult anyone, Matt" Abby suddenly softened her serious stance and let one of her hands rest on her hip.

"All Numbuh 5 wants to know is how, without having any proof or base, you managed to accurately nail the identities of these operatives with your seemingly 'fan-theories'".

And with that, the recorded images of Rachel and Maurice pulling Chad inside of the Falcon Alpha suddenly flashed in front of him at the large tv screen that was on the wall of the meeting room.

Matt gasped so loud and strong that he inevitably lost his balance and fell to the floor in utter shock, "OH MY GOD WHAT ARE THESE-?! IS THAT THE FALCON ALPHA?! I DIDN'T SEE ANY OF THIS FOOTAGE IN THE-"

"Yeah we didn't show all the images we got from our mission to Pluto during the global transmission because certain facts need to remain secret to our forces and our enemies" she arched an eyebrow completely nerved at how Numbuh 101 seemed so happily shocked at what he was watching on the screen.

"Look at them! And they have the Falcon! Oh this is great! I knew it! Numbuh 9 and 362 didn't truly get decommissioned! I knew Chad was still on our side! I knew-!"

"Alright fanboy, stop drooling all over the table and sit your butt down!" Wally snapped at him, halting his ramblings effectively.

Matt shook himself and did as told again, "Yes of course. I'm so sorry-no but this is such great news! Oh man! I'm so relieved!" Numbuh 101 smiled while brushing the nervous sweat off his forehead.

"Numbuh 5 is going to require your absolute silence over this matter, Numbuh 101. You can't and won't be allowed to continue speaking about your theories about Sector Alpha with anyone else, except with Numbuh 5 and Sector V. Are we clear?"

"But-but-but-my job is!-"

"MATT!"

"Alright, alright yes, of course, I promise to not talk about this with anyone else! Jeez!" he said in annoyance with his hands raised in defeat under the threatening glare of Numbuh 5.

"Good, now Matt, Numbuh 5 is going to need you to be honest with us right now because there is no way you are going to convince me you just blindly guessed the identities of Chad, Rachel and Maurice as members of Sector Alpha without any tiny proof." She narrowed her eyes even more and pierced his head with her own dark eyes.

With that Matt suddenly went silent. Too silent.

Kuki arched and eyebrow and looked in confusion at Wally.

"Why so silent now, pal?" Hoagie asked with suspicion.

"Oh you're hiding something alright" Wally glared with his arms crossed.

Matt was now sweating bullets while biting his bottom lip but still was saying nothing.

Numbuh 5 tapped her shoe in exasperation, "well?"

Still nothing.

"Told ya he was a spy" Numbuh 4 suddenly said, making Numbuh 3 gasp in shock.

Gabe and Lizzie exchanged questioning glances with each other but kept quiet.

"Yup, he's a GKND spy. We should throw him into a cell again or perhaps decommission him?" Numbuh 2 decided to play along in another of their typical bad cop, good cop routine.

"Decommission? But decommissions have all been permanently canceled! Right?" Matt's voice finally returned.

Abby smirked and shrugged, "Numbuh 5 can still make exceptions since she's Supreme Leader and stuff. The machine is still plugged in after all."

"I'll get Numbuh 86 to escort him" Kuki suddenly said with a cheerful smile, "oh she's gonna be so excited about having one last decommission to do!"

"No, no, no, no, don't call her please! Alright I'll tell you, I'll tell you!...I mean…you should have known about this anyway since you're the Supreme Leader now but…argh! It's like he put all this pressure on me…" Matt rambled while trying to calm himself down.

Abby and Sector V looked at him with big surprised eyes.

"You mean…someone gave you this information?"

"Well…yes…although probably not on purpose…"

He went to his lab coat pocket and retrieved a small black notebook.

"When I was still the assistant in-training of the previous Head Curator at the KND Museum, the Head Curator ordered me to do an inventory over some of the donated gifts left by recently decommissioned operatives…"

"And while doing the work I was assigned to do, checking and registering every single precious memoir that could be useful to add to the Museum's collection, I inevitably stumbled upon the box that contained the belongings of…ex-Supreme Leader Numbuh 100."

Numbuh 5 went wide-eyed in surprise while Sector V, Lizzie and Gabe gasped.

"And in it…I found this…" Matt opened the little black notebook that was in his hands, turned all the pages until he found a hidden paper made pocket attached to the back cover of the notebook and from inside of it he pulled a small piece of paper and handled it to Numbuh 5.

Abby's eyes almost flew off her head, not believing what she was watching, "HOLY GUACAMOLE!"

Everyone rushed to her side to peek at what she had in her hands and all gasped again in utter shock.

The small piece of paper was actually an old photograph that was already starting to lose a lot of colors. In it, there was Supreme Leader Numbuh 100 giving a big toothy smile while making a cheesy peace sign and playfully hugging an operative who was wearing a helmet that obscured his or her face, alongside much younger versions of Chad, Rachel and Maurice, laughing and smiling next to them with another unknown short kid who was wearing a pair of big aviator glasses mimicking Numbuh 100's peace sign pose. Everyone except Numbuh 100, were wearing unknown KND uniforms that none has ever seen before.

"That's Chad!"

"And Rachel!"

"And Maurice!"

"Who is the kid with the stupid oversized sunglasses?"

"OH MY GOSH" Numbuh 2 suddenly said with a slight tone of anger, "I know that one! That's the kid! The one I told you about a few years ago that was just as good as me at piloting 2x4 tech aircraft! Son of a gun, he told me he didn't want to join the Kids-Next-Door because he preferred to work alone! Oh I should have known he was lying! No kid with no previous training could be that GOOOD and knowledgeable about 2x4 tech! Argh!" he pulled from his hair in frustration.

"If what you imply is true then he must be the one who is now piloting the Falcon Alpha. Only the best KND pilot can be worthy of such an honor-" Gabe started to explain but Hoagie cut him shortly.

"He's NOT that good, I beat him I'm telling you!" he defended despite clearly remembering being beaten time after time by the mysterious kid the first time they met.

Gabe rolled his eyes largely, "Well there is always someone better!"

"Matt…does anybody else knows about this photo?" Numbuh 5 quickly returned everyone's focus to the important matter at hand.

Numbuh 101 quickly shook his head, "no, none knows! The moment I found the picture I knew I had to protect the secret. Granted, there were times I was just really tempted on just blurting out who they really were, especially when you could notice all the things they seemed to be doing in the shadows: Chad and Rachel ascension to the Supreme Leadership, Maurice's failed Chicken Pox Island search mission, the kid with the glasses not being registered in the KND Code Module Data Base…Heck, when Chad made that big betrayal act I just KNEW it was all part of a bigger and much important plan! Which is actually written in the back of that picture!"

With that, Abby turned the picture and found a text handwritten on the back.

"First day of Operation A.L.P.H.A." she read.

Numbuh 2 went ahead and typed the acronym on his computer lunch box, and then frowned in confusion. "There's no KND mission file under that codename!"

"Of course there isn't!" Matt said with a large roll of his eyes, "that must be the most high-ranked-super-classified mission of all! Supreme Leader Numbuh 100 wouldn't just leave that registered in our Super Computermabob because of how many times our enemies have tried to hack into our Code Module through our history! Specially if our greatest enemy wasn't coming from Earth, but instead was hiding out there in the infinity of the Universe!"

"And yet he still put this picture in the box containing his left behind memoirs? Sounds like he planned for someone to find it" Abby deduced.

Matt nodded, "yeah I thought the same too. I…should have told Numbuh 274 and 362 about it when they were still Supreme Leaders but…I guess I was just too scared of getting decommissioned for finding about it…so I decided to keep it secret until it was safe for me to reveal it…although I never expected I was going to be forced to reveal it in the end" he grumbled the last part.

Numbuh 5 looked at the message and then at Matt, "and what's the fan theory you now have about this operation, Numbuh 101?" she smirked knowingly.

Matt' excited smile almost seemed to split his face, "oooooh you really want to know?! I actually don't have any provable base for this one thought, but obviously I've been trying to crack the meaning of the acronym for YEARS!"

He opened his small black notebook and showed her all the million possible configurations of each of the letters that are part of the codename.

Kuki made a disappointed face, "it's going to take us FOREVER to find which one is the real one!"

But then Numbuh 74.239 went wide-eyed when he saw a particular word combination that caught his attention.

Acquire

Legendary

Prestigious

High-tech

Artifacts

Upon reading that, the image of Chad wilding the Delta Sword flashed in his mind while also remembering how Numbuh Omega had made the mission of locating the rest of the weapons a high-priority task, "Of course! The Alpha Weapons!" he said with utter realization.

Matt, Sector V and Lizzie looked in surprise at Gabe.

"When we found the Delta Sword abandoned on that KND orbital shipyard, Numbuh Omega made it clear that it was imperative to find a way to repair it and break the DNA lock put in it in order to find the rest of the remaining ones. The Alpha Weapons are the only alien high-tech armaments capable of giving any creature an equal fighting chance against Numbuh Omega himself!" Gabe began to explain.

"Supreme Leader Numbuh 100 must have known this somehow…he probably discovered there were already undercover alien operatives moving on Earth… after all, we were there during the famous Great Junior High Rebellion of 1999 and he did ascend to be the Supreme Leader right after the end of that war… he must have found the descendants of the members of the previous Sector Alpha and with them formed a new sector team that could not only be capable of finding the weapons but also of using them against Numbuh Omega!" he rapidly theorized.

Matt smiled and grabbed his hands with tears welling behind his thick purple square-shaped glasses, "that's the most incredible fan theory I have ever heard" he said breathlessly.

Numbuh Vine slapped her face as she noticed Gabe also smile ear to ear, "fan theory?! My dear colleague, this a fact now! After all, we now know they've managed to find the Falcon Alpha, the most powerful GKND alien space ship there is, and now with the Delta Sword in their power they have serious great possibilities of giving us a REAL fighting chance against GKND forces! No planet has ever had this incredible real opportunity of saving itself from utter annihilation!" he exclaimed excitedly.

But Matt went rigid and pale after hearing the last part, "utter annihilation?!"

"That's it!" Kuki suddenly exclaimed, "that must be why Numbuh 100 left the picture among his things left for the Museum! He wanted someone to find it so we, KND, could help Sector Alpha find the rest of the weapons!" her deduction surprised Hoagie and Wally.

Abby nodded in agreement, "That does sound like something old mysterious Numbuh 100 would do. Alright then sugar-cube" she turned and looked at Numbuh 2.

"Do you happen to know any way of contacting this pilot friend of yours?"

Numbuh 2 scratched his head in thought, "Uhmmm it's been a while since the last time we crossed paths but I think I know a way".

Supreme Leader Numbuh 5 smirked, "then make the call, it's time for us to have a meeting with those four."

/

As everyone began to leave the room to resume their own duties, Numbuh 5 came closer to Numbuh 101 with the revealing picture still in her hands.

"You did well on keeping this secret from everyone Matt. I want you to know that I'm very pleased and impressed by your dedication and hard work" she said sincerely while squeezing the shoulder of the KND curator fondly.

Matt smiled, his eyes glittered with gratitude at her words, "thank you, Supreme Leader Numbuh 5, I'm glad I've been able to help with this crisis somehow".

Abby then handed over the picture to him but Matt shook his head.

"Oh no, you keep it, ma'am. It should have been in your hands a long time ago anyway" he chuckled.

Numbuh 5 smiled and then looking at the picture again she decided to ask him one last question, "Say, do you happen to have a clue on who might be this one?" she said while pointing at the person in the middle of the picture.

Matt adjusted his glasses and saw who she was talking about, "the one with the helmet? No, no clue at all. It's really hard to guess with the face covered with the helmet…but in my head, I like to think that one must be the leader!"

Abby blinked in confusion at his guess, "why do you think that?"

And with that, Matt took out from another of his lab coat's pockets a magnifying glass and put it over the photo of the unidentified figure.

Abby peeked over the glass and her eyes grew wide. There, on the top of the helmet of the unknown figure, there was a samurai ornament very similar to the one on her own Supreme Leader's helmet but with the insignia of "Alpha" engraved on its centerpiece.

"Because only one operative is worthy of being the leader of Sector Alpha and wear that insignia: Numbuh Alpha" he whispered to her dramatically.

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The next day.

[Monday morning – Down the Lane St.]

"Alright Cree, let's review the plan again", Cree Lincoln chanted to herself as she walked down the street.

She had left her house that morning extra earlier, to pay a visit to the Delightful Mansion from Down the Lane and have a very brief meeting with the big boss himself, Father, and leave on time before the first period of classes begin.

"You go there, say hi to the creepy brats, punch some sense into the old depressed guy and ask, wait no, DEMAND, yes that's better. Demand him to move his butt and actually assist you with more extra BRAS, vehicles and weapons to arm your forces for your next assault against the damn Kids-Next-Door. I'm pretty sure he must know about that stupid message Abbigail sent last night to everyone in the globe. And if he can't help me to put a stop to her insanity the last thing he can do is to give me the contact of Professor XXXL so I can commission him the inquiry instead…god I don't understand why Father just doesn't pass the torch to someone else if he keeps refusing to do any-"

Cree stopped dead in her rambling upon arriving at her destination.

"What in the world is going on here now?"

There, parked at the main entrance was Father's black limo, completely packed and overloaded with suitcases, bags and many boxes of canned food that had been pilled on a giant mountain and secured to the vehicle with ropes wrapped around them.

The teenager then noticed the mansion's butler, Jenkins, trying very hard to push another bag inside the car.

She rushed towards the poor old guy and helped him with the heavy baggage. "Jenkins what's going on? Is Father leaving or something?" she said while closing the door of the car.

The butler brushed the sweat off his forehead and tried to steady his breathing, "good morning miss Lincoln, thank you so much for your assistance. Yes, the master and the kids have decided to leave the town…well the country, for an undetermined time" he explained to her.

"HE WHAT?" she then went and grabbed the old man by his tuxedo's collar and shook him frantically, "When did he decide that? Is he leaving someone in charge at least?"

"Please miss, I really don't know!" Jenkins was now dizzy with so much shaking.

"Oh hello Cree!" she suddenly heard the unmistakable overlapped voices of the Delightful Children from Down the Lane.

"Brats!" She let go of the poor butler who immediately passed out and fell to the floor unconscious.

She then noticed each one of the kids had been dressed in thick winter coats, scarfs, beanies and snow boots. "What's going on? Where is Father taking you all?"

"To the South Pole" they answered her with their frowns burrowed in confusion.

"What?!"

"CREE! Good, you're here! Come help Jenkins with the kids' luggage" Father himself suddenly came rushing from the house with three more boxes of canned food in his arms.

But the teen instead blocked his path to the limo, "wow wow, hold it right there boss, what's going on? Where is the fire? Where are you going? Why are you leaving?" she then noticed he was also completely dressed on some kind of heavy-duty winter attire and was also wearing one of the teen ninjas BRAS over it as extra protection.

"Uhmm…isisn't your firey suit form enough to keep you warm in the South Pole anyway?" she couldn't help but tease him.

Father, however, burrowed his frown angrily at her, "this is not the time for you silly teenager jokes miss! And what do you mean why are we leaving?! We all must leave immediately! Go find a good bunker to hide before they get here!"

He walked pass her towards the limo as Jenkins stood up again and opened the door for him to put the boxes inside.

"Hide from what?!" Cree yelled at him exasperatedly.

Father turned over towards her, his eyes big with disbelief. "Didn't you catch your own sister's message last night?! THEY are coming! HE is coming! Numbuh Omega and his Galactic-Kids-Next-Door and they're coming for us, you and me! We're their primary targets list so yes missy we must hide ASAP!"

Cree blinked silently, not believing what she was hearing, "are you kidding me? You believed her?!"

And with that Father dropped the boxes over Jenkins' foot in shock, "of course I did! Didn't you see the videos?!"

"Oh come on, those were clearly fake!"

"NO!" he came closer to her, towering her in a threatening manner "THOSE were REAL, as real as the Falcon Alpha and Numbuh Omega themselves! You uncultured child clearly have no idea what kind of storm is coming towards us!"

He then looked at the kids behind her, "Go get in the car NOW!" he ordered over Cree's head.

The Delightful Children nodded, "Goodbye Cree, good luck!" they said while walking towards the car.

The Teenager leader finally snapped, "YOU HAVE LOST YOUR MIND! You can't just leave now! Not when my sister just broke the number 1 rule that jeopardizes the balance between the adults and the kids! Are you really going to allow her just to stop all decommissions! Do you have any idea how that is going to affect our numbers?! Heck, she's even accepting adults now to join the ranks of KND! You can't possibly believe in all this bull-"

Suddenly, the mansion's telephone began to ring loudly.

Father arched an eyebrow, "now who the heck could be calling at this ungodly hour! Jenkins, make sure the kids are all buckled up, I'll get that" and with that, he walked pass Cree again.

"Are you even listening to me?! Argh! Well if you're indeed going to leave at least give me the keys to the basement so I can at least pick up some weapons for my Teen Ninjas!"

"So you can make more secret teenage parties in it?! Not a fat chance missy!" he said as he picked the elegant vintage black corded phone.

"Hello, this is the Delightful Mansion, what-?"

And then Father went wide-eyed in shock his suit form dissolved and was now looking completely petrified as Benedict Uno.

"George?…" he whispered before collapsing on his favorite large brown sofa, "I-I-I…wow it's been some time…how-how is the weather over there?"

Cree arched an eyebrow silently, wondering who was this person who had seemly stripped Father of all his supernatural powers with a simple telephone call.

"Well what were you expecting me to do?! I can't just stay here! You know how they are, we-we can't just stay-" Benedict tried to argue with this person.

"Oh come on you can't seriously expect me to – muffled replay – but-but-but the Crown can't really make me! –more muffled replies – and what if I say 'no'?! I'm an American citizen now after all! –short muffled reply – oh…" His eyes glanced briefly towards the limo and to the back seat where the Delightful Children were.

"No! you can't do this to me! I've been clean for a year! I mean, I haven't caused any more serious trouble since- muffled reply – yes I know I still own you but – another short muffled reply."

Benedict slumped over the couch in annoyance, "Argh fine! FINE! But what are you gonna do? Are you-? –muffled long reply- really? well alright…I guess if you're really going to jump into the fray then –" he listened careful to everything the other person was telling him.

"Alright then…when will you be arriving?" but then the call abruptly ended, "hello? George? Hello? Argh, why is he always like this?!" and with that, he slammed the phone down and stood up.

Cree had even more questions than ever, "what was that call? Who is this George?"

And then she was even more confused when he took his keys out of his pant's pocket and threw it to her.

"Go to the basement and pick whatever weapons you like, I'll call Doctor XXXL so he can make more weapons and armors. I don't know how, but you're going to have to convince every single teenager on Earth, even the neutral ones, to join your forces before the end of the next week. George will be here by then and we might have a chance to fight back!"

Cree briefly smiled excitedly but then frowned with worry, "wait-EVERY SINGLE TEENAGER? How would I do that in just two weeks?!"

"I don't care how!" Father yelled in annoyance as he came to the limo and started to unload everything off the vehicle, "don't you brats have a prom ball or something soon anyway?!"

"That's still a month away!"

"Well then make it happen now because by next month we might not even have a planet to live on!-Come on kids, get your stuff back into your rooms, we're staying for now, Jenkins, please make sure one of my aircraft has its tank full of gas just in case this plan doesn't work and we need to escape fast!"

Benedict then turned over his shoulder and noticed Cree standing still and looking completely dumbfounded.

"Well what the hell are you waiting for? Don't you have classes to attend? Get out of my house now!" he yelled angrily at her, his flame finally back on full force.

/

[McClintock High School – First Period]

Another typical Monday had just started at McClintock High Schoolas teenagers filled the hallways, right before the first period was about to start.

Lockers opened and closed repeatedly, the metallic sound of the doors being slammed shut echoed thru ought the hallways, similar to the sound of marching drums.

Some were already in their respective classrooms while others were still out, exchanging greetings and anecdotes from the weekend.

"What do you mean you're busy next Friday, Nicky?! Come one! You know we always go to Greezy and Cheezy after classes! It's still tradition no matter if we're now in 8th grade!" Milo Kamalani, a tall tanned black-haired boy with a fuzzy purple hat, wearing an orange and yellow t-shirt, turquoise shorts, white socks and lime green snickers, was the representative of the School's Art Group and one of the oldest and closest friends of the Soccer Team's Lieutenant Pepper Ann Pearson.

The famous "Flare" rolled her eyes as her two best friends continued their usual morning banter while she picked up her first-period books from her locker.

"I know Milo, but Stewart kinda asked me yesterday to help him and the Science Club with this project and you know I couldn't just say no! Especially because apparently, it's something the Prom King himself requested!" Nicky Little was the other cog of the famous super friends trio. She was naturally straight-haired blond, with one side of her bangs always covering one of her eyes, and was always seen wearing a mint green sweater and a red skirt with a blue sweater tied around her waist, white socks and brown shoes. She was a well-known perfectionist and one of the best-behaved students of the school with an almost perfect record in both attendance and scores. She was one of the few teenagers in school enrolled in almost every single extracurricular class and club there was.

"I thought you said you were having a break from the Science Club after your break up with Stewart!" Milo argued in annoyance.

"And I meant it!" The blond defended, "but this doesn't have anything to do with him, Milo! We're talking about a big opportunity here to work on a very interesting project-"

"About what exactly?!"

"I…I can't tell you, it's classified!"

At that, Pepper Ann finally decided to intervene in the conversation, "Classified? Nicky, don't tell me you're working in a Teen Ninja project now!" she said while arching a judging eyebrow.

"What-NO! Of course not!" Nicky whispered to her while checking her surroundings as if making sure none was hearing them. "You know I would never do that! Dieter and Alice Kane are also helping and you know they would never do something for those bullies! It's something the Steve commissioned for himself!" she said as lowly as possible.

Pepper Ann and Milo exchanged the same questioning glances.

"But the Steve works with the Teen Ninjas too!" Milo argued.

Nicky gasped, "No he doesn't! Tell him, Pepper Ann!"

The red-haired thought about it, "well…he did support the failed TREATY last year with Cree and the Teen Ninjas, and admitted setting up that trap against the kids-next-door…" she reminded her.

Nicky blushed in embarrassment upon remembering that little fact, "oh yeah…I guess I forgot about that…"

"Look Nicky, I'm not gonna judge you ok? If you say this project has nothing to do with the Teen Ninjas then I believe you! I just want you to be careful because, if you haven't forgotten, I just discovered very recently that my lil' sister, Moose, is part of the Kids-Next-Door and" she whispered only for them to hear, "I would really appreciate it if those assholes (the Teen Ninjas) don't find about her ok? Just make sure the King's science project isn't anything I'm gonna need to worry about, ok?" she said with her frown burrowed in concern.

"Of course Pepper Ann, you have my word!" Nicky promised too.

"Haven't you considered telling the Captains about your sis, P.A? Maybe they could be able to help you" Milo suggested.

Pepper Ann turned again to her own locker and resumed picking up her books, "I have but…I don't know if I should…I mean, I know they have never accepted a call for support from the Teen Ninjas but…like, I don't know how they could help me with this situation anyway. And it's not like I support what the Kids-Next-Door do anyway, Moose probably joined them because she wants to hang out with her friends there or whatever, it's her thing so I'm not gonna get in her way, but MAN this could definitely bite me in the butt badly if it gets to Cree's ears so…Argh! I don't know what to do!"

She slammed the door shut and looked completely lost in front of her best friends.

"Well at least talk about it with Banderas. He has never yielded before Cree, not even once, so I'm sure he'll be able to support you if Cree ever finds out about your sister" Milo insisted.

"Pfff! Milo you know the guy! He's barely ever around and what exactly would he do against her anyway?" Pepper Ann said with annoyance.

"I don't know but you'll never know if you don't at least give it a shot" Milo shrugged with a reassuring smile.

Pepper Ann looked at both her concerned friends with the tinniest smile and sighed.

"Fine-"

Suddenly, the school's entrance doors opened wide at the same time and the bright light of the morning sun blinded the few teenagers who were closer to the entrance.

"Argh! My eyes! I'm blind!" Milo screamed overdramatically as he, Pepper Ann, Nicky and pretty much everyone in the hallway covered their eyes in annoyance.

"What's the big idea man?!" some other students complained too.

Then steps were heard. The few students closer to the gates blinked and tried to focus their eyes on the four figures who were now walking inside the school.

As their view cleared, the teenagers began to gasp and murmur in shock.

"Oh my gosh!" Nicky suddenly whispered, grabbed Pepper Ann and Milo by their arms and moved them aside so they wouldn't be in the middle of the hallway.

"Nicky! Why did you do that for-?" Milo protested but was soon muted by the shock too.

Pepper Ann blinked twice and then rubbed her eyes swiftly. When she opened them again, the red-haired went wide-eyed and her jaw almost hit the floor.

"Is that-?"

"It can't be!"

"Oh my gosh it is HIM!"

The drum-like sound of the lockers being closed grew louder and more rhythmical; gasps and whispers echoed through the hallways alongside the familiar typing sound of cellphone keyboards being smashed urgently. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as everyone couldn't help but stare in awe upon seeing none other but the General Captain of the Football Team, Chad Dickson, marching his way through the hallway alongside the other three Teen General Captains, wearing a bandage around his forehead with a few band-aids over a few cuts on his face.

"Dickson is back! He's finally back!" Milo whispered excitedly to Pepper Ann and Nicky as the 4 Captains walked pass them.

As more people stepped away from their path, the four Captains finally reached the end of the hallway, where 3 members of the Football team had been chatting non-stop without noticing what had been happening.

Colonel Chuck happened to be in the middle of them, lying casually on the lockers.

"So I told Stacey: 'girl! You might be dating the soon-to-be next General Captain so I if I were you I would'-"

The trio was suddenly startled by the sound of someone clearing his throat, and when they turned around, they went pale instantly.

"CAPTAIN?!"

"CHAD!" Chuck trembled under Chad's shadow and intense silent glare, "YOU'RE BACK?! When-when did you-?"

"You're in my way" Chad suddenly told him lowly with a mild menacing tone.

Chuck's frown twisted with fear, "I-I-I! Chad I didn't mean-!"

"Chuck…that's my locker you're blocking me from" Chad now explained with an eyebrow arched at him as if that had been what he meant the whole time.

"oh...!" The brunette curled haired boy glanced at the locker behind him and saw the number '274' engraved on its plate. It was indeed Chad's lockers.

"OH! You meant-? Right, right! So sorry!" and he immediately stepped aside to stand next to the other two taller teens dressed in the white and red football uniforms of the school.

Chuck then glanced at the other side of Chad, and noticed Maurice, Ace and Rachel waiting next to him; the three captains frowned at him with disapproval.

'Oh no! OH NO! They totally told him! I'm screwed!' the alarms rang in his head.

"So Chad, buddy! uhm…when-when did you return?" Chuck asked in an attempt to sound friendly and welcoming while doing a massive effort of ignoring the glares of the other captains.

There was an eerie silence around them, all the teenagers present in the hallway went quiet and completely focused on what the returning Captain had to tell.

"I finished my abroad study program and took the first flight back to USA I found available last Thursday. I arrived on Friday around midnight" he responded monotonously while working on the locker combination of his locker.

"Oh! How fast! Did your folks pick you up or something?" Chuck was sweating bullets while keeping his cool with the conversation.

"They're still cruising around the world so I texted Mo and asked him if I could crash at his place for a while since my parents apparently forgot to leave me a spare key, but then we ended up going for camping instead with Ace and Rachel."

"Oh…you-you could have texted me, your best bud, you know? We have plenty of rooms at my place and I could have asked my dad to-"

But Chuck's ramblings went full stop instantly as he gasped in awe when Chad finally opened the door of his locker, and revealed a very cool and vibrantly red and white piece of clothing, hanging neatly from a golden painted hanger.

It was a jacket all teenagers knew very well, a token of leadership that only the worthy were allowed to wear: The legendary and super cool red and white jacket of the Teen General Captain of the Football Team.

The three jocks gulped loudly as Chad took the jacket and began to put it on top of his black t-shirt. His arms stretched comfortably inside the long white sleeves and then he dusted off and flattened a few wrinkles that were on the red section of the torso; he then adjusted its white and red striped necklace to make it stand up a bit instead of just having it flat over his clavicle.

The blond then picked up a green backpack filled with books that were inside the locker, hung it over his right shoulder and then dramatically turned around to look at the three boys with the most imposing and intimidating stance, now completely dressed in the trademark captain jacket that mysteriously seemed to wave with a random heroic wind while sparkling with superior powerful splendor.

Several teenagers took out their phones and shut pictures to record the moment, while the taller jocks that were with Chuck went teary-eyed and made an instinctively military salute in respect.

"WELCOME BACK GENERAL CAPTAIN CHAD, SIR!" The two teammates of the Football team chanted with tears running down their face.

Chuck looked at both behind him and noticing their reactions he deduced right there that perhaps the best thing he could do now to not mess things up any more was to mimic his friends' gesture and just shut his mouth once and for all.

"Welcome back indeed Captain Dickson!"

Two dark-skinned girls suddenly appeared out of nowhere with their phones ready to record. It was the famous twin sisters, Tessa and Vanessa James, main reporters from the School News Paper who swiftly went over Chuck and began to bomb Chad with questions.

"We heard you were in Spain studying Spanish! Any local food you would like to recommend?"

"Any spicy Spanish romantic story you would like to share with us about? Are you planning on resuming your relationship with the Cheerleader Squad's Captain Stacey?"

"Any comments about the mysterious broadcast message sent by the Kids-Next-Door last night?"

Chad looked at both identical reporters and sighed.

"Spanish cheeses are the best, no, no and yes I did see the transmission but I have no comments to give you about that just yet. Now, if you excuse me, I have some classes to catch up…You three!" he regarded Chuck and the other two football teammates.

They went rigid in attention.

"Tell the rest of the team to be there for today's practice at 3pm sharp. Coach already knows. I'll see you later" he finished with a serious expression.

And with that he then began to walk away again with Rachel, Ace and Maurice as the bell of the first period began to ring.

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"You went off script a few times!" Ace whispered in protest, earning muffled chuckles from Maurice and Rachel.

Chad rolled his eyes largely, "I still did the cool menacing pose you asked me to do after putting on the jacket so I don't see why you're still complaining...by the way, thanks for sending it to the dry cleaner!" He said and then kissed one of his long sleeves, "oh how I missed this baby, I don't know why you guys don't wear yours, they are so magnificent-"

"Tacky and cliché?" Rachel said with an eyebrow raised in disgust.

"Says the girl who wore an orange tiger striped sweater while being Supreme Leader!" He teased, earning an elbow hit to his ribs.

"Shut up!"

He chuckled and then twirled his arm with hers gallantly, "too bad I wasn't around on your first day at the 'other side', fellow ex-Supreme Leader, I had this big welcoming number all planed!"

"Please don't tell me you were gonna launch the school to the Sun too" She teased back making Maurice and Ace laugh louder this time.

Chad frowned, "ha ha! So hilarious!"

Maurice brushed off the laughing tears, "Let's regroup during lunch to plan tonight's escapade to Gallagher".

Ace nodded in agreement and rubbed his hands excitedly, "I heard it's taco day in the cafeteria today!"

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[Pluto's Orbit - Omega Main Orbital Base - GKND Command Bridge]

"Sister! Sister!"

"Stay there, Omega! I'll handle this!" he heard the voice of his sister, full of venom and untamed fury.

Suddenly the shadowed figure of a person with a hook instead of a hand cried in agony.

"From this day on...I'll hunt down all the old codfishes there are like you in the universe and I'll give them a spoon of your own medicine...I will never forgive you for what you did to THEM...I'm done playing games"

Her voice sounded so far away and yet, he could still feel the chilling sensation her final words gave him before she-...

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"I'm awake! I was not sleeping! I do not sleep!" Numbuh Omega yelled in distress from his throne seat in the GKND Command Bridge, sweating bullets and feeling his own heart beating in his ears.

He looked around him and noticed the usual emptiness of his headquarters and breathed in relief.

He then brushed the sweat off his forehead and closing his eyes he massaged his temples.

"Shut...why does this keep happening? If someone ever catches me like this it will be so humiliating...I should order more ice cream and candies" he whispered to himself.

He couldn't be falling asleep, not now. Falling asleep for him could mean the end and that wasn't a risk he was willing to take now that his revenge against Earth was finally in motion.

"I can't sleep, I won't sleep. I'm Omega, Emperor and Supreme Leader of the Galactic-Kids-Next-Door! I don't need to sleep! Only grown-ups and weaklings need to sleep!" He chanted to himself.

The soft electric bell from the computer was heard through the room' speaker, startling him out of his skin, "ARGH! WHAT?!" he roared, expulsing angry purple sparks of electricity out of his body.

[Your grace, you have a call from galactic-level-operative Numbuh Infinity. Would you like to answer?]

Omega grumbled, "I'm not in the mood for him right now computer, so NO!" he replied in annoyance.

The computer went silent for one whole minute before speaking again.

[Numbuh Infinity insists in his call]

"What the- I SAID!"

"It seems the levels of serotonin in his grace are significantly low today. May I suggest having a big bowl of ice cream and cookies to help your system recover?"

Omega froze in mid-air upon hearing that familiar squeaky voice. He grinned largely as a cat and looked above his head.

"Well, doctor! It's been some time since our last appointment" the emperor greeted with fun as a pair of vibrant neon yellow eyes looked down at him from the glass ceiling.

The glowing eyes blinked curiously before the shadowed mass under them moved and revealed a pair of long bat wings being opened. The figure jumped off the ceiling and swiftly planed its way down to the floor, and landed expertly.

Omega smirked smugly as he looked at the now kneeling operative before him. It was a humanoid bat alien, with fluffy purple and lilac skin, big long ears with earplugs inside of it, wearing a pair of spiral glasses and a lab coat over a black expanded. He was also wearing neon yellow-colored boots and matching armor breastplate with a GKND symbol in its chest.

"Galactic-Kids-Next-Door rules!" The bat alien stretched his winged arms and bowed respectfully before the Emperor.

Omega crossed his arms behind his back in his usual military stance and nodded to the alien operative in a greeting matter.

"Good to see you again, Numbuh Negative Umpteen, I'm glad you managed to answer my summon this promptly"

"We came assssss sssssooooon asssss you called ussssss, my emperor!"

A velvet-like female voice whispered from behind him. Omega smirked knowingly as a large elongated body moved slowly around him.

"Lovely to see you again too, lady Nominal" Omega began as the figure raised up and towered over him.

This one was a tall humanoid cobra-like operative, of smooth shining black and grey skin, with no legs but two muscled arms instead and long elegant nails. She had sharp neon pink eyes that matched the color of its GKND armor and alien symbol on her chest.

"Numbuh Nominal isssss alwaysssss happy to ssssserve you, my emperor" the cobra like alien bowed while the other half of her body still moved around Numbuh Omega and curled around him.

"Nominal you're doing it again! Get a hold of yourself please! So embarrassing!" Negative reproached her, breaking his kneeling stance and hunching over his knees.

"Norf! This one will never change, Negative. Do not waste your oxygen, norf!" came the deep raspy voice of another large operative with the body of a big grizzly bear. The floor trembled slightly with every step he gave on his two large clawed paws, looking heavy and powerful while dressed in black spandex and neon green armor.

"Ah General Ordinal!" Numbuh Omega smiled with surprise, "Glad to know you had some time to come into my service despite the many injured operatives we had with our last incident".

The tall bear operative chuckle, "those who haven't recovered by now have been already decommissioned, your grace. GKND has no use for weakling operatives among our ranks so my job was already done by the time I received your call, Norf!" He spoke in his distinctively alien accent.

Then two orange and purple balls bounced from behind him and rolled rapidly towards the Galactic Emperor. They circled around him and Nominal so fast, Nominal was now getting dizzy.

"Quit doing that you two! Thisssss isssss no place for your gamesssss!" She hissed, showing her large snake fangs angrily.

The two balls then stopped right in front of Numbuh Omega to reveal two identical raccoon operatives, of black and purple colored furs, wearing black spandex with neon orange GKND armors.

"Greetings, Supreme Galactic Emperor Numbuh Omega," they said in unison with mischievous grins and orange eyes.

"We apologize for the lack of Numbuh Nominal's humor!"

"She is still mad at us because we roll faster than she!"

Numbuh Nominal blushed, "THAT'S NOT TRUE!"

Omega laughed with fun, "Numbuhs Rational and Irrational! You always know how to start a party and improve my mood regardless of the situation! Welcome back!"

The friendly words of the Emperor towards the twin raccoons made Nominal blow her tongue jealously at them, earning equal gestures from them.

Omega then looked around him and frowned with disappointment. "Where's Beth-? I mean, Numbuh Cardinal?"

Ordinal looked down at Numbuh Negative at his side.

The scientific operative cleared his throat nervously, "I'm afraid comrade Numbuh Cardinal was in the middle of a planetary decommission in a neighbored galaxy. They should be practically done with it by now and must be on their way towards our coordinates...I presume they will be here by the end of the next week with the replacement for the Decommissioning canon too, your grace."

Numbuh Omega frowned slightly, making the elite operatives flinch in fear for a moment, "how annoyingly inconvenient..."

His eerie words made Nominal uncurl herself around him and back off, sliding herself to stand next to her teammates.

"Worry not, your grace as we, Sector Omega, are ready to bring you honor in these troublesome times!" Numbuh Nominal said pridefully as she and the others made a perfect, but overly cheesy, team pose for him, with Ordinal at the center, Nominal at his left and Negative to his right, while twin raccoons stood comically on Nominal's shoulders.

Numbuh Omega blinked silently while staring dumbfounded at the silly choreographed pose.

"Right..." he coughed and tried his best to not laugh at them.

"The reason I have summoned you all here today is because of this..."

He snapped his fingers and several holographic screens appeared, showing the Falcon Alpha attacking the Omega space ship, a video of Chad wielding the Delta Sword while calling himself Numbuh Delta, and a couple of closed up videos that showed Maurice and Rachel helping Chad board the Falcon.

The four members of Sector Omega gasped in shock.

"A new Sector Alpha? How is that possible? Norf!" Ordinal growled.

Numbuh Negative adjusted his glasses to see the pictures better, "they must be descendants of the first Sector Alpha...what puzzles me is the fact they still seem to be able to awaken an Alpha Weapon despite being biologically young adults? This was never a plausible possibility in my researches" he said while taking notes on a small yellow notebook.

Nominal was shaking with fury, hitting the floor with her spiky bell at the end of her tail repeatedly, "NASTY CREATURES! There's nothing more worthless than cruddy teenagers! This is an insult for us as elite operatives. WE should be the ones wielding those weapons for our Emperor!" She hissed with disgust.

"The fact they even managed to find the Falcon Alpha and use it for themselves, makes things even more complicated for us" Omega admitted angrily but then smirked evilly.

"But lucky for us, this also means that now we have the tools to find the rest of the weapons effectively. I'm pretty sure these teenagers have already figured out they can track the remaining Alpha Weapons by using The Falcon Alpha' sophisticated advanced radar system."

The members of Sector Omega looked at their leader with confusion.

"Ah!" Negative suddenly realized it, "your grace wants them to led us where the other weapons are, isn't it?"

Omega smirked darkly, "Precisely".

The Emperor then looked at the team with sinister confidence, "I want you to follow them closely to the location of the next weapons and bring them back to me before General Numbuh Cardinal arrives."

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[McClintock High School – Lunch break]

As the bell rang, Chad, Rachel, Maurice and Ace marched their way to the cafeteria.

"Taco! Taco! Taaaaaaco!" Ace sang comically, "It's taco day, taco day, taaaaaaaco day!"

Rachel and Maurice chuckled but Chad rolled his eyes.

"Aren't you half Argentinan and half Spanish? Tacos shouldn't be your thing" he teased.

"Pfff! Please! Tacos are a universal dish! Everyone loves them!" He said upon reaching the two double doors of the cafeteria.

"If anything that only makes me more latiname-WHA?!"

The three gaped upon opening the doors and finding pretty much all the teenagers of the school yelling cheerfully at them with a big banner hanging from the ceiling with a text that said "WELCOME BACK GENERAL CAPTAINS!" in red, blue, green and yellow.

"WELCOME BACK CAPTAIN CHAD!"

"OUR HEROES ARE FINALLY REUNITED!"

"WELCOME BACK!"

"WELCOME BACK!"

Each of the main leading sports teams chanted one by one to the shocked expression of their captains.

"hahaha well, this is certainly not expected" Maurice whispered feeling completely awkward at the whole show that was happening in front of them.

"TODAY IS A GLORIOUS DAY MY DUDES!" suddenly the voice of the Steve was heard loud and clear from inside the cafeteria.

Chad, Rachel, Maurice and Ace went wide-eyed in confusion, as the leader of the teenagers and current Prom King stood tall and cool on one of the tables of the cafeteria, with his arms crossed proudly, grinning from ear to ear and showing his perfectly sparkling white teeth

"Oh boy…is he going to?" Rachel began to panic as some teenagers around them began to bang forks and spoons against plates and trays in a musical pattern.

"Oh god no, please no!" Chad paled as he saw the Steve swing a black and silver guitar from behind his back and then strung a few strings of it strongly in a very rock and roll way.

"Oh yeah, he is going to do it…" Maurice frowned in disbelief.

Everyone suddenly began to sing.

Woaaaaaaaaahooooooooooh!

"Ladies and gents, this is the moment you've waited for" The Steve began to sing with excitement.

(To be continued…)

[Song and Lyrics from 'The greatest show' by Panic! At the Disco]

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On the next chapter of "GKND Operation: A.L.P.H.A.!"

"This feels a bit nostalgic," Maurice said as he, Chad and Rachel stood in front of their old school: The Gallagher Elementary School.

"This place gives me the creeps" Chad murmurs while crossing the ancient underground complex in the old girls' bathroom.

"Gamma…gamma…gamma…"

Rachel is startled as she began to hear a voice echo in her head, "what is this feeling?"

"What are you three doing here?"

The trio then turned around to find the famous Leaky Leona, standing firmly with her arms crossed in front of a bathroom stool with the symbol of Alpha engraved on it.

"I'm afraid I cannot let you pass".

A sizzling sound echoes loudly around the walls as the shadow of a large cobra creature towers menacingly.

"Well hello there…Numbuh Gamma!"

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A.N.: Please check on my social media for art related to the story! Plus, we now have a spotify playlist with the perfect song list to accompany your reading!

Comments and constructive critiques are really appreciated!

Again, apologies for any grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language.

Additional characters belong to the series Pepper Ann, created by Sue Rose.