CONTINUING TRANSMISSION...
KIDS NEXT DOOR MISSION
OPERATION:
F.A.R.R.A.H.
Family
Acquaintance
Returns
Reporting
Alarming
History
TRANSMISSION SEVEN:
RECLAIMING WHAT'S HIS
WRITING OPERATIVE:
Sgamer82
The Delightful Girl from Down the Lane known to the Kids Next Door as Pigtails sat now in the Kids Next Doors' command center, on the bench surrounding a holographic projector. The projector showed four of the Kids Next Door, Numbuhs One through Four, battling it out against one of her siblings' destruction machines. One of the particularly big ones by the looks of it. However, the Kids Next Door, having once had their headquarters destroyed by just such a machine, were better prepared for it this time around. Much larger cannons were installed as part of the defenses, as were metal shields around particularly vulnerable areas.
Numbuh Five watched the Delightful Girl, also known as Abigail, clothed in a t-shirt and shorts belonging to Numbuh Two, as she watched it. Five wasn't surprised to see a horrified expression on her face. Since Five had broken through the (for lack of better term) brainwashing, Abigail had begun to show emotion more often. She had been with the Kids Next Door for nearly five days before the Delightful Children had launched this counterattack. They had obviously been planning it, because their destruction machine, which resembled a large crab, had been attacking specific places, searching where they thought their sister was most likely to be. It was also heavily armored, which suggested that they had been prepared for the Kids Next Doors' preparations.
The Kids Next Door were putting up a valiant fight. Numbuh Three was fighting in Hippy Hop, which was their big gun in the machine. One had even been making Three train on it nearly non-stop for several days for this inevitable situation. So she was putting up a much more focused fight than she might've done regardless. Numbuh Four was in a jet-boosted battle suit, which sported large mechanical arms for punching other large mechanical objects. Like Three, he had been training on it heavily in preparation. Numbuhs One and Two were on the sidelines, they were using the teddy bear bazookas, with the teddy bear ammo modified slightly to explode on contact, trying to aim for any vulnerable spots that appear as Four and Three kept the crab machine occupied. Two managed to score a hit, which broke off one of the crabs metal claws. Unfortunately, this particular model was armed with four more pincers than a real life crab, totaling six (now five).
"Will they be all right?" Abigail asked.
"The other Kids Next Door or yer sibs?" Five asked.
"Both." answered Abigail.
"I dunno." Five answered honestly, "The other Kids Next Door know the score now, so they ain't goin' fer the big hits like they might've before. Right now they're mostly goin' for forcin' 'em away and makin' 'em limp home. On th' other hand, yer brothers 'n' sister are goin' fer the kill to get you back. They ain't pullin' their punches, which puts my friends in a bit more danger."
"And both sides are more prepared because of our past encounters." Abigail observed, "Essentially, it's your friends prepared for my siblings, who are prepared for your friends, who are prepared for my siblings' being prepared-"
"Please, stop right there. Yer gonna end up makin' my head hurt." Five said.
"Sorry." Abigail said quickly. Five smiled. The two of them had actually gotten along quite well in the past few days. They'd been separated for nearly seven years, but it was as if they had never been parted. As Abigail spent more time with Five, a real personality began to show itself. Her education had given her a large vocabulary, which she liked to use to the occasional annoyance to Five and the other Kids Next Door. She often got Numbuh Three so confused she had a dazed look for nearly half an hour after a talk with Abigail. Abigail had also developed an iron resolve to get her brothers and sister away from their father. She didn't even hesitate to accept when Numbuh One explained their plan, and the part she would eventually play in it. Though she knew it would be asking a lot of her.
Abigail had also shown a slight competitive side to her. In the past few days she played games (board, video, and otherwise) with the other Kids Next Door. They had been a bit uneasy around her but that quickly passed. Abigail would often go against the other kids, quickly learning the games she had long been prohibited from playing, and beat them at even their best games. When the Kids started getting better at the games to beat Abigail, she only found it more fun to play more challenging games.
Five sat with Abigail, partly to act as a last line of defense and also to make sure Abigail didn't stray too far on her own. Numbuh One trusted her, but he still didn't want her to have any of the Kids Next Doors' classified information in the event things went wrong. Fortunately, it seemed Five wouldn't be necessary to fight this time around, as the Delightful Childrens' machine lost a few more claws and a couple of legs. The Children retreated, a bit lopsided as one side had three legs and the other only one. The Kids outside whooped and hollered, celebrating their victory. Abigail looked apprehensive. She knew that her siblings would be punished by Father. But for now, nothing could be done about it. Abigail's expression became more hardened as she thought that this will hopefully be the last time it should ever have to happen.
Another failure. His children had disappointed him yet again.
The Kids Next Door had kidnapped one of his. No doubt they were attempting to get any information on him and his plans from the girl. He could not let that happen. His work had come too far to allow it. This whole city, this whole state, was in the palm of his hand. He had to end this mess with the Kids Next Door once and for all. His children had lost to them time and again. He had himself lost to them once before. But he had underestimated them. That would not happen this time.
The father had decided. He would first deal with his disappointing Children. Then he would, once and for all, take care of the Kids Next Door. He had underestimated them last time, but he would not lose again. How could he after all? Their home was flammable.
Father laughed.
He made his move on the tenth day after the kidnapping. The Kids Next Door and Abigail watched as Father, unarmed and alone, approached the Kids Next Door tree house on foot. The other Kids Next Door looked to Numbuh One, expecting a decision. Father's was taking a personal interest sooner than they had thought he might.
"We've no other option. It's time. Kids Next Door, battle stations!"
In preparation for a potential battle with Father, Numbuh One had requisitioned a new weapon from Kids Next Door Headquarters. Each Kid picked up a weapon that looked like a slightly larger version of the popular Mega Drencher Water Guns. They were, in fact, S.Q.U.I.R.T.s (Soaks Quickly Utilizing Internal Reservoir Tank), very much like normal water guns, but firing with the force of firefighter hoses. The perfect weapon against Father, who appeared to be a mere silhouette of a man smoking a pipe with his body surrounded by flame.
Numbuh Five again stood by in the command center, acting as Abigail's last defender. This time however, she knew she was going to fight. A selection of the Kids Next Doors' outer defenses were converted into shooting water instead of energy beams and other things. This essentially gave the outside of their base larger versions of their S.Q.U.I.R.T.s to defend the base with. These weapons began firing on Father, as Numbuhs One through Four placed themselves at specific points throughout the base, ready to repel Father no matter which way he tried to enter.
Father walked through the torrents of water being shot at him by the Kids Next Door converted outer defenses. He didn't even flinch at them. Fact was, the temperature around him was burning so hot it was evaporating most of the water being fired at him before it could touch him. Father retaliated by shooting flames of his own into the outer defense guns, totaling them. He walked through the yard to the house to which the tree house base was connected. From there, he melted the doorknob, let the door slide open, and walked inside.
The first room of the Kids Next Door base looked much like the first floor of your average suburban home. Though the staircase in the living room went up much higher than the stairs of any average two-story residence, going into the branches of the tree that stuck out from the center of the living room like a pillar growing through the ceiling. Father calmly climbed these stairs. He knew exactly where to go. His childrens' small fly robot had given the family a fully detailed guide to the tree house.
Father met his first Kid Next Door at the top of the stairs. Numbuh Two had a two water guns in his hand, with a tank full of water on his back. He held them out and aimed at Father.
"Time to put you out!" said the boy as he pulled the trigger.
He might've really hurt Father, if the force of two S.Q.U.I.R.T.s shooting simultaneously hadn't been too much for Numbuh Two, sent him flying backwards and, after the two guns accidentally pointed downward, blasting Two through the ceiling. Two blasts through a few floors before his ammunition runs out and he falls to the floor of the level he ran out on. Father walked on.
His aim was the control center, where Abigail was likely to be. The other Kids Next Door were scrambling to reach Father and get in his path. Numbuh Four was the next to encounter him. Four didn't have a S.Q.U.I.R.T. with him. Instead, on the way to confronting Father, he had opted for a different weapon. He wore what appeared to be leather gloves with metal studs in the knuckles and the palms. Four pressed a stud on the wrist of one of the gloves, which glowed blue. Four had activated his M.I.T.T. (Making Intense Temperature Totally) and set it to "Ice Cold." Father threw a ball of flame at Four, but he was able to catch it in his M.I.T.T., which radiated a bright blue, showing the cold temperature now surrounding his hands. Four threw the fire back at Father and, as Father arrogantly caught the flame ran forward to land a punch with his cold hands. Unfortunately, Father managed to sidestep Four's attack and, using his flaming elbow, hit him in the back of the head. Knocking Four, ironically, out cold.
Numbuhs One and Three took their turn against Father next. He was getting very close to the control room. The two kids were in a corridor which intersected with the one Father was traveling in. They jumped out, shot with their S.Q.U.I.R.T.s, and pulled back again. Numbuh Three sprayed a bit haphazardly, while Numbuh One concentrated on aiming his shots. Fortunately, the two styles worked together, for as Father was distracted by the random sprays from Three, he was left open for One's attacks. Father took some hits and seemed to slow down. But he had had enough. He flamed up and shot a wall of fire straight at through the corridor, where Three and One were standing. They jumped out of the way but were pinned down when walls of fire remained around them, preventing them from moving without suffering severe burns. Father walked on.
Passing the trapped Kids, Father finally found his way to the control room. Where he found Numbuh Five standing between him and Abigail. She had a S.Q.U.I.R.T. in her hands, with a tank much like Numbuh Two's on her back. She was ready to fight. She fired off her gun at full blast. But, unlike Numbuh Two, Five braced herself for the force of the blast and was able to hold her ground. The torrent of water hit Father dead on, dousing his rising flames. But Father wasn't to be defeated so easily. As he did outside, he raised his temperature as high as he could. The water being shot at him began to evaporate, it even started a couple of small fires in the dryer areas of the wooden room. A fireball was launched by Father at Numbuh Five. She tried to jump away, but the fireball exploded and its shockwave knocked Five to the floor, unconscious.
He never said a word. He simply walked over to his daughter, dressed in the fat Kid Next Door's clothing, held out his hand, and waited for his daughter to take it. Abigail hesitated, but took the hand as she was clearly being instructed. Father walked out exactly as he had come in, with Abigail in tow.
Half an hour later, the Kids Next Door, beaten, battered, but not seriously hurt, sat in the control room. Most sported some bandages over parts of their bodies to help heal bruises, cuts, and burns inflicted in the fight with Father. Five hung her head.
"He got 'er." She said, "He just walked up, an' got 'er. Like he was jus' pickin' her up from school."
"It couldn't have been avoided, Numbuh Five." said Numbuh Four, who was rubbing his hands together to warm them up after prolonged time in the M.I.T.T.s.
"We did everything we could to stop him." said Numbuh Two.
"You think she'll be okay?" Numbuh Three asked.
"We'll have to hope she will." answered Numbuh One, "Because now, the success or failure of this plan will be on her shoulders."
END OF TRANSMISSION SEVEN