Continuing Transmission
The Kids jumped out of the way as the blast hit the ground where they had been moments before. But as they landed, the explosion created a large rumble, throwing them off their feet.
Numbuh 1, getting up to his feet, looked over at the newly established creator in the ground. "What the…!"
"How do you like our new robot, Kids Next Door?" the Children asked, their monotonous voice echoing around the entire room. "We've had this designed especially for you."
"How thoughtful…" Numbuh 1 muttered sarcastically.
Taking aim, the Delightful Children fired what seemed to be like a beam of electricity at the Kids, who all jumped in different directions.
"Numbuh 5 thinks this ain't good…"
'They were serious!' the Leader thought, horrified. 'I mean…I knew they were, but I didn't think……Electricity! How could they…!' He clenched his fists tightly. 'We really are in trouble. We've never had to deal with electricity before.'
"Be careful team!" he called out to the others.
The robot turned towards the young Brit. "You could have stayed out of this, Nigel," they told him. "You could have been safe had you not decided to intervene and return to the Kids Next Door."
He smirked. "And miss all this excitement? I don't think so."
"Suit yourself…" And they fired again directly at him.
He ducked, just as the stream of lightning passed over his head. He could feel the heat of the current above him.
'That was too close.' He growled slightly. 'If I had known about this, I never would have risked doing something like this!
'But it's too late for regrets. I can only hope to do the best that I can getting everyone out of here.'
He rolled on the ground, pushing himself to his feet. "Let's go team!" he called, taking off towards the staircase.
They all got to their feet, running after their leader.
"Don't think that you're all getting away from us that easy." The robot aimed its electric blaster at the retreating forms of their opponents.
Numbuh 5, who was behind the others, suddenly skidded to a halt, noticing what the Delightful Children were doing.
She spied a broken piece of ice from Numbuh 4's encounter with the many robots on the ground.
Grabbing it, she threw it as hard as she could towards the robot's arm, just as the electrical energy was fired.
Passing through the block of ice, the electricity was bent, cutting through the air, not in a straight line, but crookedly. The icy chunk shattered, just as the current hit the ceiling above the door leading to the staircase.
Pieces of plaster and concrete began to crumble, beginning to fall from their place, and onto the ground.
Seeing this, Numbuh 1 picked up his pace, as the three behind him did the same.
They jumped through the door leading to the staircase, just as the entire ceiling above it collapsed, blocking the door.
The force of contact the debris had with the ground pushed the Kids onto the floor, each landing hard on their fronts or backs.
On the other side of the barricade, Numbuh 5 could only look on at the blocked door, where her teammates were safely on the other side.
'At least they got away…' she thought.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?"
The capped girl turned around, looking at the Delightful Children in the robot, gritting her teeth.
"It seems as though you are all by yourself, Abigail. What are you going to do?"
'Buy da othuhs time to get outta here,' she said mentally. 'I know what Numbuh 1 said, but now……I dun think dis plan of his is gonna work…
'I can only hope they can get outta here okay. As for me……well……seems this is turnin' out ta be a suicide mission now……'
Numbuh 1 was the first one to get back onto his feet. "Everyone okay?" he asked.
They all mumbled their replies.
Walking over to the blocked door, the leader placed his hand on the debris jamming the opening.
"What now?" Numbuh 4 asked. "Tha doors blocked."
"I'm pretty sure they can get passed it with that robot, Numbuh 4," he replied, readjusting his sunglasses. "We should be heading up to the roof, and wait for them."
'But something doesn't make sense,' he thought. 'They could have hit us. But instead, they hit the ceiling. Why?'
Looking around, Numbuh 3 suddenly said, "Numbuh 1?"
"What?"
"I think we're missing someone…"
He turned to look at the others, his eyes surveying and confirming her statement. Beneath the dark shades, his eyes widened when he realized exactly who was missing.
"Numbuh 5…"
There was a sudden pain in the back of her head, as she felt herself connect with the wall. But she gritted her teeth, refusing to cry out and give the Delightful Children the satisfaction.
Sliding to the ground, she suddenly felt it beneath her, as she looked up, dazed, at the Children's robot.
"I suppose we could end this now," they said tediously, as always. "But where's the fun in that. Perhaps we should drag out the pain for as long as possible."
The dark girl's eyes widened as the robot's hand revolved, the nozzle of the blaster retreated into the arm, only to be replaced by a different one.
"It's about time that we have some fun, Abigail…"
The Leader had a very worried expression on his face. "Now that they have one of us there with them," he contemplated, "they won't follow us out, and they might not get out in time."
That was one reason why he was worried. But he found that he couldn't voice the real reason he felt anxiety well within him.
"Who cares!" Numbuh 4 yelled. "What 'bout Numbuh 5!"
Numbuh 1's already tight fists clenched tighter, his knuckles paling more than they already were. "Numbuh 5…" he said tightly.
'She probably did something so that the blast avoided us,' he decided, 'and hit the ceiling instead. But in doing so, she didn't have time to follow us, and was trapped out there with the Delightful Children!
'This is all my fault! If I hadn't had waited for the Delightful Children's robot maximize to full power, Numbuh 5 wouldn't be in such danger!'
"The T.A.G.G.s!" Numbuh 2 said. "If we could freeze the debris, we could break it down!"
Numbuh 3 was looking around. "But we don't have 'em!" she pointed out.
"Blast!" the Brit said. "We must have forgotten them!"
Suddenly, through cracks between the pieces of debris, a bright light shone through, then faded as soon as it had appeared.
Numbuh 1's head shot towards the barred door as soon as the first light appeared. He felt a knot begin to develop and twist inside of him as more flashes of light shone through rapidly.
'Numbuh 5…Abby…If anything happens to her, I'll never forgive myself!'
That was when the leader noticed the other door. Looking towards it, he spied the sign above it. EXIT.
That was when he remembered that he had seen large doors in the room they had just been in. Two doors, made out of glass, that seemed to lead outside.
The idea played in his head until he grasped at it.
"How much time do we have?" he asked.
The mechanic operative looked at his watch. "5 minutes."
"All right, 2, 3, and 4, I want you to head up to the roof, while I go get Numbuh 5."
"'ow?" the Aussie asked.
"The exit." He indicated the door with his thumb. "If I run to the side of the warehouse, to the main doors, I can get back into that room and help Numbuh 5.
"But while I'm doing that, I want you three to get to the ship on the roof, and get it ready for escape."
They nodded.
"Now, listen to this very carefully: If Numbuh 5 and I aren't there by the one minute mark, I want you all to leave."
"What!" the Asian girl said.
"Are you crazy!" the round boy asked.
"No way!" the Tough Kids yelled. "We ain't gonna leave ya 'ere!"
"That is an order, Numbuh 4. If we aren't back by then, then you'll have to leave, do you understand me? If we don't make it out, then at least some of us will."
'I just hope I'm not too late to help her!'
And with that, he ran, opening the exit door, and disappeared through it.
Looking on after the Leader left, Numbuh 4 turned to the other two. "You two go on to tha ship. Ah'm gonna go afta Numbuh 1."
"But Numbuh 1 told us to go to the ship!" Numbuh 2 protested.
"Yeah!" Numbuh 3 said. "It was an order!"
But the Aussie simply smirked. "Now that Numbuh 1 is back ta givin' ordas, Ah'm back ta disobeyin' 'em.
"You two go on back to tha ship. Numbuh 1 might need some help."
Numbuh 2 nodded, proceeding up the stairs. But Numbuh 3 looked at the blond, hesitating.
He gave her a reassuring smile, before leaning over and brushing his lips gently over hers. "Dun worry," he said softly. "Ah'll be alright."
She nodded, her eyes giving away that she wasn't really convinced, but turned and ran up the stairs.
Numbuh 4 ran out the exit door.
Numbuh 5 fell to the ground, supporting herself on one knee. Her breathing came out in small pants, as beads of sweat covered her brow.
A bitter, coppery taste was present on her tongue. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, feeling a warm liquid on the side of her mouth as she did so.
Her body trembled slightly, due to lack of energy and an excess amount of pain racking within her.
"What's wrong, Abigail?" she heard five Children's voices ask. "Are you feeling tired already? Maybe we should do you a favor, and end your pain now."
She heard the whirling noise, as the nozzle on the robot's hand change back to the electrical fire one.
She shut her eyes tightly, glad that the Delightful Children couldn't see her do so because of her cap.
'Is dis how it's gonna end?' the dark operative pondered. 'Is dis da way it's s'pposed ta be? 'Cuz if it is, then dat sucks.'
She chuckled slightly, though a nervous chuckle. 'I hope da othuhs got out okay.'
But the Quiet One couldn't help but feel a bit scared about this. She would never show it, or admit it, but she knew in her mind, she was scared.
'I nevuh even got ta tell Numbuh 1 how I feel…and now, I guess he'll nevuh know…'
"Farewell…Abigail." And with that, the Children pushed the button, firing.
She clenched her eyes tighter shut, gritting her teeth and waiting for the pain to come.
In her fear, Numbuh 5 couldn't stop the thought as it slipped into her mind.
'Nigel……!'
And the room was washed with the blinding luminosity of the electrical rays as they cut through the air.
Transmission Interrupted