Back at headquarters, Numbuh One glanced over at the clock. He sighed, half annoyed and half worried, then put away the files he been paging through to kill time. He stood up from the desk and punched the meeting button, which would give the signal to his team to go to the main room immediately.
The boy adjusted his sunglasses and trotted down to the main room. Numbuh Two was slouched in a chair, and the pilot frequently glanced out the window, wringing his hands nervously. Numbuh Four paced back and forth along one wall, clenching and unclenching his fists. Numbuh Five, thought calmer then the other two, was still tapping her feet against the floor and flipping through a magazine at a speed of a page turn per second.
The leader stepped up to the speaking platform. Numbuh Four halted his anxious pacing, and Numbuh Five put down the magazine. Numbuh One looked out on the agents, who were still on-edge, and announced, "All right, it appears Numbuh Three hasn't returned from the mission, so it's time to go out and find her. We shall return to the battle site and begin searching from there. Arm yourselves, we don't know who could be waiting for us." With those parting words, Numbuh One went to the weapons corridor.
Numbuh Five stretched and followed Numbuh One, still uncharestically jumpy. Numbuh Four rocketed off to his room (he had a large stash of weapons hidden in his closet), leaping off the wall and punching at imaginary enemies, trying to shake off the tension.
Numbuh Two rolled onto his feet, and the airplane specialist was about to follow Numbuhs One and Five, when he heard a knock on the door. He shrugged, but was curious as to who would be calling upon them now. "Hello?" Two called as he opened the door.
There was Numbuh Three! The girl was lying unconsious on the doormat, bound and gagged. There was a thick white bandage on one leg, and a good-sized lump above her right ear, where it looked as if something had whacked her hard enough into blacking-out. (they found out later from Numbuh Three that a falling shelf had hit her as the store collapsed)
After standing frozen for a second or two, Numbuh Two yelled as loudly as he could, "GUYS! GET DOWN HERE NOW!" Within a few seconds, Five and One leapt out into the main room, weapons bristling. Numbuh Four followed a few seconds behind them. Two turned to them. "Um, I don't think we need to go look for her." As Numbuh Four dragged the flirty agent into the main room, only Numbuh Five caught a glimpse of a shadow moving around the corner and out of sight.
Several minutes later (in Ginny's view)...A blond girl slunk through an alley and into the large backyard of a mansion on the south side of town. After her brother's interference with the argument, they had agreed to let Numbuh Three go. But it had to be done quickly. After all, the girl was a KND agent, and they couldn't risk her learning anything that might help the KND in the future.
So Lee had bound and gagged her with the leftover gauze bandage, and they had put a Controlls All Moving Abilitys (CAMA) controller on her. Using the remote that would, as the name says, controll Numbuh Three's walking, Ginny had moved her back to the KND headquarters, removed the CAMA, and rolled Numbuh Three onto the doorstep.
She couldn't help wishing that things had turned out differently, that the war had never started, that they could have been friends without hiding, without lying to those thye were close to. But someday, someday...
That night, the soft, sad sounds of a flute drifted through the air.
Author's Note: Hi, guys! Sorry I kept ya waiting, but I had to think of an ending. I hope y'all liked it. The world is quiet here.
The boy adjusted his sunglasses and trotted down to the main room. Numbuh Two was slouched in a chair, and the pilot frequently glanced out the window, wringing his hands nervously. Numbuh Four paced back and forth along one wall, clenching and unclenching his fists. Numbuh Five, thought calmer then the other two, was still tapping her feet against the floor and flipping through a magazine at a speed of a page turn per second.
The leader stepped up to the speaking platform. Numbuh Four halted his anxious pacing, and Numbuh Five put down the magazine. Numbuh One looked out on the agents, who were still on-edge, and announced, "All right, it appears Numbuh Three hasn't returned from the mission, so it's time to go out and find her. We shall return to the battle site and begin searching from there. Arm yourselves, we don't know who could be waiting for us." With those parting words, Numbuh One went to the weapons corridor.
Numbuh Five stretched and followed Numbuh One, still uncharestically jumpy. Numbuh Four rocketed off to his room (he had a large stash of weapons hidden in his closet), leaping off the wall and punching at imaginary enemies, trying to shake off the tension.
Numbuh Two rolled onto his feet, and the airplane specialist was about to follow Numbuhs One and Five, when he heard a knock on the door. He shrugged, but was curious as to who would be calling upon them now. "Hello?" Two called as he opened the door.
There was Numbuh Three! The girl was lying unconsious on the doormat, bound and gagged. There was a thick white bandage on one leg, and a good-sized lump above her right ear, where it looked as if something had whacked her hard enough into blacking-out. (they found out later from Numbuh Three that a falling shelf had hit her as the store collapsed)
After standing frozen for a second or two, Numbuh Two yelled as loudly as he could, "GUYS! GET DOWN HERE NOW!" Within a few seconds, Five and One leapt out into the main room, weapons bristling. Numbuh Four followed a few seconds behind them. Two turned to them. "Um, I don't think we need to go look for her." As Numbuh Four dragged the flirty agent into the main room, only Numbuh Five caught a glimpse of a shadow moving around the corner and out of sight.
Several minutes later (in Ginny's view)...A blond girl slunk through an alley and into the large backyard of a mansion on the south side of town. After her brother's interference with the argument, they had agreed to let Numbuh Three go. But it had to be done quickly. After all, the girl was a KND agent, and they couldn't risk her learning anything that might help the KND in the future.
So Lee had bound and gagged her with the leftover gauze bandage, and they had put a Controlls All Moving Abilitys (CAMA) controller on her. Using the remote that would, as the name says, controll Numbuh Three's walking, Ginny had moved her back to the KND headquarters, removed the CAMA, and rolled Numbuh Three onto the doorstep.
She couldn't help wishing that things had turned out differently, that the war had never started, that they could have been friends without hiding, without lying to those thye were close to. But someday, someday...
That night, the soft, sad sounds of a flute drifted through the air.
Author's Note: Hi, guys! Sorry I kept ya waiting, but I had to think of an ending. I hope y'all liked it. The world is quiet here.
