Continuing Transmission

From the main control room, loud banging noises could be heard from the slightly ajar door leading to it. Inside, the main computer was on, but the screen seemed to be blank.

Sitting at the computer was Numbuh 4, who was repeatedly banging his head on the council.

"Stupid, stupid!" he kept saying to himself, each time banging his head on the dashboard.

He stopped for a minute, closing his tired eyes. He had spent the last twelve hours trying to find out who had sent the false information to them.

Numbuh 4, initially, had been trying to contact the KND IHQ to see if they had information on Numbuh 1 that they could send to create a new packet for him. However, as his curiosity had gotten the better of him, he discovered the information on 'missions' that Numbuh 1 had taken them on. The 5 'missions' that ultimately were all shams.

The small Aussie had then discovered that the said information had been anonymous, and had never been from any sources that the Kids Next Door were familiar with at all.

'Why didn't 'e tell us?' the blond boy asked himself. 'Was it 'cause…'e was afraid of 'ow we would react?'

He sighed, looking up at the screen, pressing a button, and the file reappeared. When he had discovered the anonymous information, he had decided to trace it back to the source. He enjoyed his hacking skills to a point, when he could actually hack into something, and find what he needed.

Unfortunately, he wasn't able to uncover the identity of the anonymous information givers. And frankly, he was very frustrated with it.

Plus, he hadn't contacted the KND IHQ.

Besides, how was he going to get Nigel to come back, anyway? He couldn't force him to come back, since it was his own decision to leave. What was he going to do?

He began banging his head on the console again. "Stupid! Stupid! Neva make a promise that ya don't know 'ow ta keep! 'specially when you're tryin' ta impress tha person ya like!"

"The person you like, huh?" a voice said suddenly, startling the Aussie boy. "Well, that sounds serious, doesn't it?"

Numbuh 4's head snapped up to look at the computer screen, and his eyes bugged out as they rested on the older operative. "Numbuh 274! How'd you…?"

"When you were banging your head on the panel, you pressed the button allowing me to contact you."

"Oh."

The older boy smirked. "So, exactly who were you talking about, Numbuh 4?"

He blushed, looking away. "N-no one! Ah wasn't talkin' 'bout no one!"

Numbuh 274 raised a questioning eyebrow, then smirked again. "It's Numbuh 3, isn't it?"

"No way!" Numbuh 4 said, looking up at him.

"Ah. I see. She's the one, isn't she?"

"How'd ya know!"

"When I was over there in your sector, even though it was only a short amount of time, I could tell that you liked her a lot. I must admit, though, I think you and Numbuh 3 are kinda cute together."

"Are ya gonna make funa me 'bout it!"

"It's what I do."

Numbuh 4 sighed. He didn't have time for this. "Is there a point ta why ya called?"

The older operative face suddenly became serious. "That's right. I need to talk to Numbuh 1. Is he in?"

Numbuh 4's face faltered. "Uh…N-Numbuh 1? Um…'e's not 'ere right now."

"Well, I need to talk to him. This is really important."

"Why? What's wrong?"

"Numbuh 1's information has been totally erased from the KND IHQ computer's files."

"What!"

Numbuh 274 nodded. "I was sorting through our files, because we've had some new members, but it showed that Numbuh 1's information was missing. When I went to check it out, I found that the computer was hacked into."

Numbuh 4 stared up at the older operative, his mouth open slightly in surprise. He knew Numbuh 1, though not as good a hacker as he was, was capable of doing something like that. Could…could he have…

"'e was really serious…" the Aussie whispered.

"Who was really serious about what?"

Numbuh 4 looked up at the screen. "Numbuh 1…quit…"

"He what!"

"'e quit. 'e tore up 'is information packet 'ere and left."

Numbuh 274 relaxed in his chair. "Well, that's not good. This doesn't have anything to do with you all saying that he was a bad leader, does it?"

"Y'know 'bout that?"

The older boy nodded. "He told me about it one day, when I was going to ask him a question."

Numbuh 4 looked down at the control panel.

Numbuh 274 scratched his head. "But I don't know what we're going to do. I mean, without his information logged into the IHQ files, he can no longer be a Kids Next Door operative."

The Aussie looked up. "Isn't there somethin' we can do! Can't we…replace it, or somethin'!"

"The only way would be to re-gather his information."

"Well, can't ya!"

"He'd have to fill out another information sheet. And that's only if he wants one. We can't exactly get anything from him if he doesn't want to fill it out."

"Doncha have an extra file on him or somethin'! Ah mean, c'mon!"

Numbuh 274 started to shake his head, but stopped. "Wait…maybe…"

"Maybe what?"

"I think we might have some extra files somewhere…Yeah, I remember! We kept extra files on every operative just in case. If I were to retype those up, Numbuh 1 could probably remain a Kids Next Door operative."

Numbuh 4 stood suddenly, the chair wheeling away from him. "That's perfect! Could ya send that stuff here too? We'll need it."

"Sure, I guess I could. But…why?"

"So 'e can come back, that's why!"

"But what's the point? I thought he quit."

"Yeah, but 'e only quit 'cause of what Ah said, and 'cause we thought 'e was a bad leada. That's why Ah'm gonna bring him back!"

Numbuh 274 smiled, nodding. "All right. Let me go see if I can find that packet. Can you wait there?"

Numbuh 4 seemed a bit confused. "Why?"

"Well, the information packet is supposed to contain all the information of an operative before and during their time in the Kids Next Door. If I'm going to retype this information, I should add in what he did. So I'll need you to tell me."

"Fine. As long as ya can get that info 'ere. Ah'm sure Numbuh 1 didn't wanna leave as much as we wanted 'im ta go. Who knows what he's doin' now?"

"Good point. Stay here, and I'll get the file." And suddenly, the screen went blank.

Pulling the chair back, he sat and leaned back into it. 'We neva wanted ya ta leave, Numbuh 1,' he thought to himself. 'That was mah fault. But Ah promise ya, we'll get ya back.'

Transmission Interrupted