Back again! School starts again on Monday, so I might update a little less often. (Or, more often, i dunno)
Well, on with chapter 5! Hope you like this chapter, and thanks to my reviewers and MayB for helpin me along.
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"THIS PLACE IS A MESS, TRAINEE!"
Numbuh 86 turned to meet the surprised looking eyes of 689."Of all the stupid people who have a headquarters,
you and your team-mates must be the stupidest! Have you people heard of cleanliness?" To her surprise,
he didn't cower in fear, he crossed his arms and gave her a look. "Ya know, I do have to write a report
on you. If 362 hears a bad report, you'll never get back to your position of head of de-fueling or whatever."
"It's head of decommissioning, stupid! I've been in the Kids Next Door four years, and I know it takes
a lot to be an operative. If I report that YOU have been misbehaving, who would they believe, a newbie or
someone with experience?!" 86 smirked. 'Whadda have ta say ta that, hmm?' she thought. "Very true, Eighty
Six. Who WOULD they believe, someone who just got de-ranked because she kept messing up, or an innocent
trainee?" 689 smirked back. Eighty Six lost it. "WHY YOU LITTLE- ERRRG!" She charged him, but he dodged in
time. "Um... I'll be in my room!" Calling after the fleeing operative, the redhead yelled," AND WHERE THE
HECK AM I SUPPOSED TO STAY?!" 689 paused at the end of the hallway. "Th-the door to your left. Um, see you
in the morning. Goodnight, Eighty-six." With that, he disappeared around the corner.
'If I wasn't in this position, I would have beaten the stuffing out of him!' She thought as she walked
into her room. Flipping on the lights, she was slightly taken back at it. A system of roots from a tree above
lined the ceiling and some of the walls. Woven through the twisted roots were tiny Christmas lights, creating
a sort of fantasy look about the place. There was a simple bed in the center, with a knot of roots filled with
lights above it. There were some drawers off to the side, and she found her luggage set in a corner. "Well,
at least this place isn't a mess." The room she had just been had been littered with paper, candy wrappers,
tons of leaves, and scattered furniture. The walls were made of dirt, but the ceiling seemed to be held up
by the complex system of roots from the many old trees above. She gazed around her room that she would call
her own for the next half-year. "A little decorations, and this place might not be that bad." Weary from the
day's events, she removed her weapon purse that she always wore, and flopped down on the bed. She managed to
find a switch in the bedside table next to her, and dimmed the lights to a faint glow. Closing her eyes, she
remembered the many events that had taken place in the past couple of days. It seemed so distant now, when she
pushed the haughty operative off the balcony; the council meeting that decided her fate; her packing up her office
and saying goodbye. 'Maybe I should best forget and focus on this task, so I can get back to my old self,'
she thought. With that, she drifted off to sleep.
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When she woke up, the room still looked the same. Dark, with the lights dimmed. Glancing at her watch, she
noticed it was 7:00. She still needed to get used to the time zone thing. 'Might as well get up before the
TRAINEE does.' With the thought of 689, she shuddered. Something about him just disgusted her more than anything.
She quietly and quietly brushed her hair using a small mirror on the dresser, straightened her clothes and
stepped out into the lit hallway. "Now where is the stupid kitchen anyway? Or do these people even have one?"
she muttered. Winding her way through many hallways, she spotted an open door. Peeking into it, she found it vacant.
It wasn't the kitchen, but a room of one of the operatives that lived there. She walked in, observing her surroundings.
It was a bit like her own room, with roots making up the walls, but there was tiny blue and purple lights in these,
not white. There was various tools lying about the floor, half made gadgets and blueprints also. As 86 was surveying
this all, a door 86 assumed was a closet opened, and a girl walked up the steps that led down from the door.
"Excuse me, do I know you? You're in my room," the girl said. She was about Fanny's age, with black hair, bright green
eyes and a pale face. "Oh, pardon me... I was, um... looking for the kitchen. I'm Numbuh 86, sent here to train 689."
The girl's somewhat confused expression faded. "Oh, it's you! I'm Numbuh 644, nice to meet you." Fanny nodded and smiled.
At least there was a girl here. She probably wouldn't make it with all boys for a half a year. "689 said there's another
operative living here?" The raven-haired girl nodded. "Yes, 642. He's usually pretty busy, so you might not
see him much. Hey, want to get somethin to eat? I'm starvin." 86 smiled and nodded. "I would like that. A tour of this
maze and a map might be nice too." 644 laughed. "You got it!" Eighty six followed her to the kitchen.
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Nuther chapter done. Yeah, it's a bit short, but I'm feelin a bit down today. (No, not cause you didn't review! Thank
you for all who did!) So, please review! And I'll feel happy.
Till next chapter,
Ness.611
Well, on with chapter 5! Hope you like this chapter, and thanks to my reviewers and MayB for helpin me along.
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"THIS PLACE IS A MESS, TRAINEE!"
Numbuh 86 turned to meet the surprised looking eyes of 689."Of all the stupid people who have a headquarters,
you and your team-mates must be the stupidest! Have you people heard of cleanliness?" To her surprise,
he didn't cower in fear, he crossed his arms and gave her a look. "Ya know, I do have to write a report
on you. If 362 hears a bad report, you'll never get back to your position of head of de-fueling or whatever."
"It's head of decommissioning, stupid! I've been in the Kids Next Door four years, and I know it takes
a lot to be an operative. If I report that YOU have been misbehaving, who would they believe, a newbie or
someone with experience?!" 86 smirked. 'Whadda have ta say ta that, hmm?' she thought. "Very true, Eighty
Six. Who WOULD they believe, someone who just got de-ranked because she kept messing up, or an innocent
trainee?" 689 smirked back. Eighty Six lost it. "WHY YOU LITTLE- ERRRG!" She charged him, but he dodged in
time. "Um... I'll be in my room!" Calling after the fleeing operative, the redhead yelled," AND WHERE THE
HECK AM I SUPPOSED TO STAY?!" 689 paused at the end of the hallway. "Th-the door to your left. Um, see you
in the morning. Goodnight, Eighty-six." With that, he disappeared around the corner.
'If I wasn't in this position, I would have beaten the stuffing out of him!' She thought as she walked
into her room. Flipping on the lights, she was slightly taken back at it. A system of roots from a tree above
lined the ceiling and some of the walls. Woven through the twisted roots were tiny Christmas lights, creating
a sort of fantasy look about the place. There was a simple bed in the center, with a knot of roots filled with
lights above it. There were some drawers off to the side, and she found her luggage set in a corner. "Well,
at least this place isn't a mess." The room she had just been had been littered with paper, candy wrappers,
tons of leaves, and scattered furniture. The walls were made of dirt, but the ceiling seemed to be held up
by the complex system of roots from the many old trees above. She gazed around her room that she would call
her own for the next half-year. "A little decorations, and this place might not be that bad." Weary from the
day's events, she removed her weapon purse that she always wore, and flopped down on the bed. She managed to
find a switch in the bedside table next to her, and dimmed the lights to a faint glow. Closing her eyes, she
remembered the many events that had taken place in the past couple of days. It seemed so distant now, when she
pushed the haughty operative off the balcony; the council meeting that decided her fate; her packing up her office
and saying goodbye. 'Maybe I should best forget and focus on this task, so I can get back to my old self,'
she thought. With that, she drifted off to sleep.
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When she woke up, the room still looked the same. Dark, with the lights dimmed. Glancing at her watch, she
noticed it was 7:00. She still needed to get used to the time zone thing. 'Might as well get up before the
TRAINEE does.' With the thought of 689, she shuddered. Something about him just disgusted her more than anything.
She quietly and quietly brushed her hair using a small mirror on the dresser, straightened her clothes and
stepped out into the lit hallway. "Now where is the stupid kitchen anyway? Or do these people even have one?"
she muttered. Winding her way through many hallways, she spotted an open door. Peeking into it, she found it vacant.
It wasn't the kitchen, but a room of one of the operatives that lived there. She walked in, observing her surroundings.
It was a bit like her own room, with roots making up the walls, but there was tiny blue and purple lights in these,
not white. There was various tools lying about the floor, half made gadgets and blueprints also. As 86 was surveying
this all, a door 86 assumed was a closet opened, and a girl walked up the steps that led down from the door.
"Excuse me, do I know you? You're in my room," the girl said. She was about Fanny's age, with black hair, bright green
eyes and a pale face. "Oh, pardon me... I was, um... looking for the kitchen. I'm Numbuh 86, sent here to train 689."
The girl's somewhat confused expression faded. "Oh, it's you! I'm Numbuh 644, nice to meet you." Fanny nodded and smiled.
At least there was a girl here. She probably wouldn't make it with all boys for a half a year. "689 said there's another
operative living here?" The raven-haired girl nodded. "Yes, 642. He's usually pretty busy, so you might not
see him much. Hey, want to get somethin to eat? I'm starvin." 86 smiled and nodded. "I would like that. A tour of this
maze and a map might be nice too." 644 laughed. "You got it!" Eighty six followed her to the kitchen.
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Nuther chapter done. Yeah, it's a bit short, but I'm feelin a bit down today. (No, not cause you didn't review! Thank
you for all who did!) So, please review! And I'll feel happy.
Till next chapter,
Ness.611
