The luck of Chad Dickson seemed to change on a dime. One minute he was Supreme Leader of the Kids Next Door, the next minute he was in a cell awaiting decommissioning, the next he practically ran the Teen Ninjas and then he was back in the Kids Next Door as a secret TND operative. What he told Nigel that day of the false treaty with the teens was ' mostly' true. Chad had helped Sector V on numerous occasions, but other times, the times he'd rather lay hidden in the darkest parts of his mind and forgotten, he was what he appeared to be; a rotten teenage punk.

Remember the secret plot at Gallagher when he tried to enslave the entire school? Or how about the first time he detached the Moonbase? There was no calculation there. Only a scared little boy who was very, VERY desperate...

Almost as desperate as he was now, stranded on some island in the middle of the Mediterranean. He had barely escaped the submarine. That girl in white who was dragged off would have called his escape a miracle.

He put his hands in his jacket's torn pockets.

"Stupid kid." he muttered to himself. No miracle at all, Chad was the best. Simple as that. He did what he had to do to make it out of there.

Now he was lying on a beach on a sandy, rocky speck of earth, no flora, no fauna, no water...

He would be rescued. He was sure of it. Help was coming, so all he had to do was wait and stew.

Try not to move. Try not to expend too much energy. Zero, it was so hot.

Is there anything he could have done to prevent this? His mind drifted to the Gihugeacarrier. His little stunt surely didn't help his relations with Nigel. He'd known that kid since he was a cadet; he saw the pride in his eyes.

The kid had just lost his hair. He had such great hair before he was kidnapped by those Delightful creeps, but Nigel Uno didn't care. All that mattered was that he was a Kids Next Door operative.

The way that kid looked him in the eye as he shook his hand...

Number 274 was his hero, and Chad had let him down. He couldn't convince him to do the right thing. Not even the names of his Sector brought him back. Was there any hope in saving him? No, probably not.

That was the logical thing to say, the logical thing to go off of, but logic, it seems, brings a boy nothing but pain. It was logical to turn traitor, it was logical to change sides again and it was logical to get involved with the Galactic Kids Next Door.

Had he been a good Supreme Leader? In Chad Dickson's mind he was the best individual Kids Next Door operative in history. Better than Zero, better than One Hundred, better than Number 1. The question still banged at his head like a unwelcome visitor, was he a good Supreme Leader?

Yes. He was good, he did the job well, paper got pushed and sectors were where they needed to be. He did the job, but looking back on it now, with the sun pounding on him and his lips parched from dehydration, he felt he could have done better. 362 was better at the job than him... 362!

She didn't know! Didn't know that the greatest threat in the history of the Kids Next Door and the whole entire world was heading right for them!

Quickly, without thinking, he opened his phone. 10 percent... This phone was his only ticket off the island, since his recusers were pinging him. If the phone died then he may very well die too, which means that the others trapped aboard the sub would be stuck with no help.

He took a deep breath, opened his phone and began to dial the number. Beep, beep. And then she was on screen. Number 362 looked shaken, like she'd just been in battle, but her pristine(if dripping) white clothes said otherwise.

He had to get out as much information out before his phone died. "Warning! Galactic Kids Next Door rogue, Nigel Uno rogue. Proactive Citizenry is evil—"

And then Chad's phone died. And now Chad was going to die... It had been exhausting getting out of Nigel's sub and he was thirsty and sunburnt and he was just so tired… He couldn't keep his eyes open another second. A wave of dizziness knocked him unconscious after that...

"Man, you don't look so hot." Chad opened his eyes to see a teenager…no, not a teenager, but a young man in his mid twenties. His face was that of an angel, but that voice didn't match at all. He sounded like Chuckie's voice, a nasally surfer boy whine.

"Water ..." Chad croaked, but the man just laughed. He began to walk away, but Chad grabbed hold of his ankles.

"Get off of me dude, I don't steal people's lunch and right now it looks like the buzzards are going to be eating good tonight."

Using what might have been the last vestiges of his strength, Chad held on to the stranger with the mismatched face and voice.

"What's your name?" Chad said weakly, his voice fading away but his grip growing tighter. The man looked down at Chad, suddenly more frightened than he had been in a long time. The fire in Chad's eyes brought the fear of God into the young man.

"Argent ... Argent Skinner ..." he said with a small shudder, finally escaping Chad's grip. "Argent Skinner, I'll remember that." Chad said, loud enough for the stranger to hear as he ran to get away from the boy with the vice-like grip and nightmare eyes.

A few seconds later, more darkness washed over the tired, stranded boy…

Then he heard a voice. "Oh dear, looks like someone should have charged their phone before going off on a top secret mission."

Mom?

"Boy, son. Looks like someone needs a steak and a tall glass of root beer."

Dad!

Chad opened his eyes to see Mega Mom and Destructo Dad, his supervillain parents who wore giant replicas of their own real life heads. Usually he was embarrassed by his doting evil parents but today he was happy to see them. Seizing a shoulder, his parents used their jet boots and propelled them up into the sky away from that death trap rock. Chad had made a promise to Connor and Risa that he would be back for them…and Nigel Uno too, he promised Nigel too. A wicked grin began to spread as his parents flew him over the sea.

Oh yes Nigel, I'll be back...