CONTINUING TRANSMISSION...
KIDS NEXT DOOR MISSION
OPERATION:
F.A.R.R.A.H.
Family
Acquaintance
Returns
Reporting
Alarming
History
TRANSMISSION TWO:
WHAT TO DO...
WRITING OPERATIVE:
Sgamer82
There weren't any missions again. Fortunately, Numbuh One had relented on letting the other Kids Next Door enjoy the work-free day. Most of the Kids Next Door were playing in their rooms. Three with her stuffed toys, Four with his wrestling ring and robots, and Numbuh Two with his video games using the monitor in his jet-bed's cockpit. Numbuh One still had work on his mind and took care of a few minor chores before heading off to challenge Numbuh Two to one of their favorite fighting games.
As he headed towards Numbuh Two's room, he saw Numbuh Five waiting for him in a hallway. She looked like she had a lot on her mind. This concerned Numbuh One a bit. Mostly because Numbuh Five liked to play it cool and seem as if there was never anything to worry about, which made it especially worrisome when it was clear that something actually was bothering her.
"Numbuh One... c'n you an' Numbuh Five have a chat?"
"Sure, Numbuh Five, what about?" Numbuh Five gestured to an empty storeroom.
"Numbuh Five would rather speak in private."
Numbuh One would've argued that no one was even there. But decided better of it. If Numbuh Five wanted to get something out, better to do it on her terms. She might be more reluctant to talk about her problems if One tried to force her to stay where they were. He followed Five to the storeroom and before he could ask what was up, Numbuh Five thrust a photograph in his face.
"Take a look at this." she told him.
Numbuh One viewed the photo for a few seconds, trying to see what it was Five wanted him to see. It took him about 30 of those seconds to finally make the connection. His mouth opened in shock and froze that way for a moment before turning to Numbuh Five. He pointed to the photo.
"Is that-"
"Uh-huh."
"And are those-"
"Uh-huh."
"Numbuh Five, what is this about?"
"You won't believe it when I tell ya..."
He was worried...
She had returned. There was no reason for her to have done so.
Actually, there were reasons for her to come back. Though she knew better than to try anything. Or she should have.
He was worried...
His recent actions have likely forced her to do something desperate. Would she make an attempt on his life? Not likely. Much as she would like to, ending his life would do her little good.
No, there was something more to it. She had visited someone.
Who?
An old friend. Not even a friend. A mere acquaintance.
Why?
He could not fathom. What would an insignificant family from the past have to do with the here and now.
He was worried...
He shouldn't be worried. There was nothing she could do. But still... recent experience with a gang of neighborhood brats had taught him. Never underestimate even the most insignificant of threats.
Numbuh Five had been right. She'd told him the situation, and he didn't believe it.
"So... you're determined to try and do it?" he asked her.
Numbuh Five nodded her head.
"I'll help in whatever way that I can. Though, I hope you'll understand if I make this a strictly voluntary mission for the others."
Numbuh Five nodded her head.
"All right then." Numbuh One took a communicator out of his shorts pocket. "All Kids Next Door, report to the briefing room at once. There is something that needs to be discussed at once."
Elsewhere in the tree house, the other Kids Next Door groaned.
"There goes my high score..." mumbled Numbuh Two as he turned off his game.
END OF TRANSMISSION TWO