Hello everyone! After many months of writer's block and lazyness, I'm back with another
fanfic for ya!
Um... Anyone remember me? *Is lost in the crowd of many new authors and authoresses*
DiScLaImEr!: I don't own KND, duh. I don't own any of the characters either. (cept maybe if
I choose to add one, of course!) To save you some time, I'll only put it here as a reminder
that it spans the whole story. Also, if the characters are ooc, just remember it's a
FANFIC. I dunno all the info about the characters anyway. Kay?
On with the story! ^_^ *has waited months to say that*
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Numbuh 86 looked up from her desk to the small boy in the doorway and gave him her
infamous glare. "Well? What do ya want?" she asked in her Irish accent. "Uh... Numbuh 362
would like to see you..." they boy said nervously. He, like many others, were wary of her
temper. "Fine," she replied, " Now get lost." The boy closed the door in a hurry. Numbuh 86
paused and looked over her papers. It had been another long day at the Kids Next Door Secret
Moonbase Headquarters. Stacking the papers neatly off to her side, she thought about what
was about to happen. 'What does she want NOW?' she wondered. Pushing a bright red lock of
hair out of her face, she stood up and proceeded to walk to Numbuh 362's office.
Moonbase Headquarters wasn't very crowded today, she noted. She paused at a window
to look out. The earth drifted there in space, like always. Her focus changed to her own
reflection in the glass. A girl with bright red hair, freckles and a stern look on her face
looked back. She frowned and continued down the hallway. A few minutes later, she reached
the office and knocked. A "come in" was heard from within. 86 sighed. She hadn't been on
good terms with this operative ever since the incident a few weeks ago. She had let an
over-aged operative get away, and had accidentally captured 362 instead, and had been rebuked.
The blond mentioned for her to sit down, without looking up from the papers on the
desk. After a few moments of silence, 86 interrupted it with a "Well?" Numbuh 362 looked up,
annoyed. "Just a MOMENT, 86." A few moments later, she cleared her throat and looked at the
freckled girl. 86 met her gaze and raised an eyebrow. "Numbuh 86, I'll try to keep this
short," 362 began. "As head of decommissioning, your jon is to oversee that over-aged
Kids Next Door operatives are brought here to be decommissioned. "
86 let out an annoyed sound. "I know what my job is!" The blonde's eyes narrowed.
"Lately you haven't been doing your job correctly. An over-aged operative is still on the
loose, and there were two more this week that still need to be decommissioned!" She stood
up. "Do you know what this could cause?" "I know my job!" 86 said, also rising. "I-"
she was cut off. "It could cause a huge security leak, and the Kids Next Door Organization
could be destroyed! I expect jobs to be done!"
"I'm doing the best I can!" The redhead retorted. "But if it wasn't for those stupid boys
who-" Again, she was cut off by the blond. " I don't care who screws up, it is your
responsibility!" The room fell silent as the two girls glared at one another.
"And it is my responsibility," 362 said in a firm but quiet voice, " That I see to that jobs
are getting done. Members of the KND have been upset by your actions, and I have recieved
many complaints. See to it you job gets done, or there will be consequences." After a breif
pause, she concluded with "you're dismissed," and sat down and went back to her papers.
86 uttered a few words and walked out of the office, fuming. 'How dare she talk to
me like that! I'm head of decommissioning! She's gettin close to bein 13 herself, and we'll
see sho's job gets done then! She'll be out of the Kids Next Door before anyone can say "Happy
Birthday!" Of all the stupid people, she's gotta be the stupidest person I've ever met!...'
Her thoughts continued into the night.
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Earthlight streamed in through the window. A little red light flickered on. A quiet
static filled the room. "Numbuh 86! Pick up!" Snoring was heard on the other side of the room.
There was a small lump under the covers of the bed. The red strands sticking out were illuminated
by the light coming in through the window. "Eighty six, pick up!" Still the lump didn't move.
The voice on the radio wasn't about to give up. "FRANCINE FULBRIGHT!" The girl sat up strait.
She stumbled over to the receiver and rubbed her eyes. " WHAT DO YOU WANT NOW?! IT'S 2:00 in
the mornin for goodness sake! You better have a good reason for wakin me up!" 'And callin me
by my stupid name,' she added silently. "It's 2:00 am moontime, true, but it's 3:00 pm here.
This is 274." "This better be important, Numbuh 274," she said, getting more and more ticked
off. "With the risk of losing my job, I would listen up," he said, a hint of humor in his voice.
"H-How did you know about that?!" Her eyebrow was now twitching. "Everyone knows. Now, It's about
the missing fugitive. We think we've located him." "Well, what are you waitin for? Tell me where!"
An hour later, she arrived on earth. Walking down the ladder from her spacecraft, she
saw a group of KND members standing around doing various things, such as reading maps or talking
into communicators. Walking up to the nearest person, she tapped her on the shoulder. "Now, what
do you have so far?" A male operative about her age standing close by walked over.
" We've tracked the missing operative over here in-" "EXCUSE ME?!" Erupted the short tempered
redhead. "I WASN'T TALKING TO YOU!" The boy backed away slowly, as 86 turned back to the girl.
"Go ahead." As the two girls talked, the boy that had been yelled at walked over to his team-mate.
"Who put a bee in her undies?" The other boy laughed. "You've never met her, eh? She doesn't
fancy guys. No one knows why." The two boys fell silent as 86 was yelling at something else.
"You, come with me," she said, nodding to the girl. "The rest of you, spread out around
the location you blockheads THINK our fugitive is." Everyone just stood there, staring at her.
"WELL?!" Everyone scrambled to their aircrafts. Mumbling, she got into the cockpit beside the girl.
Soon they were in the air. "We got a faint signal this morning from an abandoned aircraft," the
girl said. "Then, it just stopped right around here." She pointed to a map. 86 peered at it.
"Isn't that the treehouse of that dolt Numbuh One?" The girl checked. "Yes. Want me to contact
him?" Fanny ( A/N it's a nickname for Francine, people. And yeah, that is her name) narrowed her
eyes. "No, I want you ta get that Numbuh 5. Those boys can't do anything right!" The girl nodded,
although not convinced. They landed a few houses down in a surprised old man's backyard. "Any news
from Numbuh 5?" Her co-pilot shook her head. "Nothing. No one picked up."
Their attention was directed to the Treehouse when a large explosion was heard from within.
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Hooray! First chapter done! New chapters can be expected... later. ^^ But probably this week or
next. It feels good to be writing again! R/r please!
Till next chapter,
Ness.611
fanfic for ya!
Um... Anyone remember me? *Is lost in the crowd of many new authors and authoresses*
DiScLaImEr!: I don't own KND, duh. I don't own any of the characters either. (cept maybe if
I choose to add one, of course!) To save you some time, I'll only put it here as a reminder
that it spans the whole story. Also, if the characters are ooc, just remember it's a
FANFIC. I dunno all the info about the characters anyway. Kay?
On with the story! ^_^ *has waited months to say that*
------------------------------------
Numbuh 86 looked up from her desk to the small boy in the doorway and gave him her
infamous glare. "Well? What do ya want?" she asked in her Irish accent. "Uh... Numbuh 362
would like to see you..." they boy said nervously. He, like many others, were wary of her
temper. "Fine," she replied, " Now get lost." The boy closed the door in a hurry. Numbuh 86
paused and looked over her papers. It had been another long day at the Kids Next Door Secret
Moonbase Headquarters. Stacking the papers neatly off to her side, she thought about what
was about to happen. 'What does she want NOW?' she wondered. Pushing a bright red lock of
hair out of her face, she stood up and proceeded to walk to Numbuh 362's office.
Moonbase Headquarters wasn't very crowded today, she noted. She paused at a window
to look out. The earth drifted there in space, like always. Her focus changed to her own
reflection in the glass. A girl with bright red hair, freckles and a stern look on her face
looked back. She frowned and continued down the hallway. A few minutes later, she reached
the office and knocked. A "come in" was heard from within. 86 sighed. She hadn't been on
good terms with this operative ever since the incident a few weeks ago. She had let an
over-aged operative get away, and had accidentally captured 362 instead, and had been rebuked.
The blond mentioned for her to sit down, without looking up from the papers on the
desk. After a few moments of silence, 86 interrupted it with a "Well?" Numbuh 362 looked up,
annoyed. "Just a MOMENT, 86." A few moments later, she cleared her throat and looked at the
freckled girl. 86 met her gaze and raised an eyebrow. "Numbuh 86, I'll try to keep this
short," 362 began. "As head of decommissioning, your jon is to oversee that over-aged
Kids Next Door operatives are brought here to be decommissioned. "
86 let out an annoyed sound. "I know what my job is!" The blonde's eyes narrowed.
"Lately you haven't been doing your job correctly. An over-aged operative is still on the
loose, and there were two more this week that still need to be decommissioned!" She stood
up. "Do you know what this could cause?" "I know my job!" 86 said, also rising. "I-"
she was cut off. "It could cause a huge security leak, and the Kids Next Door Organization
could be destroyed! I expect jobs to be done!"
"I'm doing the best I can!" The redhead retorted. "But if it wasn't for those stupid boys
who-" Again, she was cut off by the blond. " I don't care who screws up, it is your
responsibility!" The room fell silent as the two girls glared at one another.
"And it is my responsibility," 362 said in a firm but quiet voice, " That I see to that jobs
are getting done. Members of the KND have been upset by your actions, and I have recieved
many complaints. See to it you job gets done, or there will be consequences." After a breif
pause, she concluded with "you're dismissed," and sat down and went back to her papers.
86 uttered a few words and walked out of the office, fuming. 'How dare she talk to
me like that! I'm head of decommissioning! She's gettin close to bein 13 herself, and we'll
see sho's job gets done then! She'll be out of the Kids Next Door before anyone can say "Happy
Birthday!" Of all the stupid people, she's gotta be the stupidest person I've ever met!...'
Her thoughts continued into the night.
--------------------------
Earthlight streamed in through the window. A little red light flickered on. A quiet
static filled the room. "Numbuh 86! Pick up!" Snoring was heard on the other side of the room.
There was a small lump under the covers of the bed. The red strands sticking out were illuminated
by the light coming in through the window. "Eighty six, pick up!" Still the lump didn't move.
The voice on the radio wasn't about to give up. "FRANCINE FULBRIGHT!" The girl sat up strait.
She stumbled over to the receiver and rubbed her eyes. " WHAT DO YOU WANT NOW?! IT'S 2:00 in
the mornin for goodness sake! You better have a good reason for wakin me up!" 'And callin me
by my stupid name,' she added silently. "It's 2:00 am moontime, true, but it's 3:00 pm here.
This is 274." "This better be important, Numbuh 274," she said, getting more and more ticked
off. "With the risk of losing my job, I would listen up," he said, a hint of humor in his voice.
"H-How did you know about that?!" Her eyebrow was now twitching. "Everyone knows. Now, It's about
the missing fugitive. We think we've located him." "Well, what are you waitin for? Tell me where!"
An hour later, she arrived on earth. Walking down the ladder from her spacecraft, she
saw a group of KND members standing around doing various things, such as reading maps or talking
into communicators. Walking up to the nearest person, she tapped her on the shoulder. "Now, what
do you have so far?" A male operative about her age standing close by walked over.
" We've tracked the missing operative over here in-" "EXCUSE ME?!" Erupted the short tempered
redhead. "I WASN'T TALKING TO YOU!" The boy backed away slowly, as 86 turned back to the girl.
"Go ahead." As the two girls talked, the boy that had been yelled at walked over to his team-mate.
"Who put a bee in her undies?" The other boy laughed. "You've never met her, eh? She doesn't
fancy guys. No one knows why." The two boys fell silent as 86 was yelling at something else.
"You, come with me," she said, nodding to the girl. "The rest of you, spread out around
the location you blockheads THINK our fugitive is." Everyone just stood there, staring at her.
"WELL?!" Everyone scrambled to their aircrafts. Mumbling, she got into the cockpit beside the girl.
Soon they were in the air. "We got a faint signal this morning from an abandoned aircraft," the
girl said. "Then, it just stopped right around here." She pointed to a map. 86 peered at it.
"Isn't that the treehouse of that dolt Numbuh One?" The girl checked. "Yes. Want me to contact
him?" Fanny ( A/N it's a nickname for Francine, people. And yeah, that is her name) narrowed her
eyes. "No, I want you ta get that Numbuh 5. Those boys can't do anything right!" The girl nodded,
although not convinced. They landed a few houses down in a surprised old man's backyard. "Any news
from Numbuh 5?" Her co-pilot shook her head. "Nothing. No one picked up."
Their attention was directed to the Treehouse when a large explosion was heard from within.
*--------------------------------------------------------*
Hooray! First chapter done! New chapters can be expected... later. ^^ But probably this week or
next. It feels good to be writing again! R/r please!
Till next chapter,
Ness.611
