TS: Like it so far?
No 1: No, it's a load of gobshite!
TS: Aw, Nige, you can be so harsh sometimes.
No 1: *smirks* I know.
TS: ... *huggles*
No 1: Gods! Go AWAY!
TS: *happily* No! *smiles*
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Numbuh Five paced the tree house. She was worried, as were here friends, about their leader. He had been gone for a while, and it would soon be getting dark.
"If Numbuh One aint back soon, Numbuh Five is goin' after him herself!" She stated, and there were no disagreements in the group, who were all equally afraid. Numbuh Five continued pacing for a while, glancing at her watch every few minutes. Finally she stopped.
"Numbuh One's gone too long for Numbuh Five's liking!" She announced, heading toward the door. She had just put her hand on the doorknob to open it when the door swung inwards, knocking her to the floor.
"Hello! I'm back!" Numbuh One announced, glancing in puzzlement at Numbuh Five. "Numbuh Five, why are you one the floor?"
"Numbuh Five got a bit tired and decided to take a nap!" Numbuh Five answered grumpily. Just her luck to choose to go find him the moment he came back. She peered at the figure behind Numbuh One. "And who is that?"
"This?" Numbuh One said triumphantly. "This is Numbuh Six Six Six, or Triple Six as she likes to be called."
There was a host of blank faces, all apart from Numbuh Two.
"Triple Six?" He asked joyfully, rushing forward and relentlessly shaking her hand. "I've heard so much about you, you're, like, the most recommended spy at Headquarters!"
"Er... thanks!" Came the Irish voice from beneath the hood as Triple Six tried to pull her hand away. A vague recognition dawned on Numbuh Four.
"Oh, are you that one under Numbuh 86?" He asked suspiciously. "Y'know, from the Decommissioning Squad?"
"Yeah. But I'm here on a solo mission." Replied Triple Six. "There was some weird stuff in the records from around here, y'know? Apparently street kids have been disappearing one at a time, including two of our operatives, and I'm here to find out why. I'm teaming up with Numbuhs Six, Eight and Ten. They're street kids, too, y'know."
"Sounds weird." Numbuh Two said absentmindedly, and Triple Six suspected he hadn't been listening to a word she said. Luckily, she didn't really mind.
"Yeah, well... we've come to the conclusion it can't be the police because they usually just tell the kids to bugger off and find a cardboard box or something."
"Numbuh Five thinks maybe them kids have been arrested!" the Quiet One said, putting in her own two cents.
"We thought that at first, but we sent a delegation team down to infiltrate the county prisons, and there were no kids in sight."
"uh... Numbuh Five thinks you should try Juvenile offenders!" Numbuh Five said sarcastically. She had taken an immediate disliking to the soft-spoken Irish spy.
"We tried that as well. We sent Numbuh Six down there, and there was no one there he recognised, and he knows pretty well all of the Street Kids."
"I've agreed to let her use the spare room in the tree house. If anyone has any problems with that, then come and speak to me now." Numbuh One challenged. Numbuh Five fancied that he looked pointedly at her when he said this, but she stayed put.
Numbuh One was the strongest of the five Kids Next Door, and they knew that even in the exhausted state he was in, he would be able to beat anyone of them if it came down to it.
"Thanks." Triple Six said, smiling. "You've been so nice to me, and I don't know if I can ever thank you all enough."
"Don't mention it." Mumbled Numbuh Five, glaring.
Numbuh One checked his watch.
"Hmm. I really should be going." He said, half to himself. "I promised Lizzie I would meet her at seven. I was late last time, I can't be late again. Gotta dash!"
He pressed a button on the side of one of his boots, activating the rocket packs. He soared out through the skylight.
"Lizzie?" Triple Six asked, puzzled.
"His girlfriend." Numbuh Four explained. "I don't know why he keeps going out with her. She's so... possessive! One time he tried to hang out with us and she brainwashed him through a helmet and made him attack us! And he won!"
"Hmm." Triple Six murmured. "I hate that type of girl."
~
Numbuh One strode down the street towards Lizzie's house, clutching the flowers tightly by the stalks and humming slightly to himself.
The first odd thing he noticed was that the lights were off at Lizzie's house. This aroused his suspicion, and he moved towards the door cautiously. Then he saw the note tacked on to the wood.
He ripped it off and read it, with the wind rustling through the trees behind him.
The flowers dropped to the floor.
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Thank you sooooo much for reading, bothering to read, taking time to click on the links, etc Could you do me one more favour? Click on the link down there? *points and winks*
No 1: No, it's a load of gobshite!
TS: Aw, Nige, you can be so harsh sometimes.
No 1: *smirks* I know.
TS: ... *huggles*
No 1: Gods! Go AWAY!
TS: *happily* No! *smiles*
~
Numbuh Five paced the tree house. She was worried, as were here friends, about their leader. He had been gone for a while, and it would soon be getting dark.
"If Numbuh One aint back soon, Numbuh Five is goin' after him herself!" She stated, and there were no disagreements in the group, who were all equally afraid. Numbuh Five continued pacing for a while, glancing at her watch every few minutes. Finally she stopped.
"Numbuh One's gone too long for Numbuh Five's liking!" She announced, heading toward the door. She had just put her hand on the doorknob to open it when the door swung inwards, knocking her to the floor.
"Hello! I'm back!" Numbuh One announced, glancing in puzzlement at Numbuh Five. "Numbuh Five, why are you one the floor?"
"Numbuh Five got a bit tired and decided to take a nap!" Numbuh Five answered grumpily. Just her luck to choose to go find him the moment he came back. She peered at the figure behind Numbuh One. "And who is that?"
"This?" Numbuh One said triumphantly. "This is Numbuh Six Six Six, or Triple Six as she likes to be called."
There was a host of blank faces, all apart from Numbuh Two.
"Triple Six?" He asked joyfully, rushing forward and relentlessly shaking her hand. "I've heard so much about you, you're, like, the most recommended spy at Headquarters!"
"Er... thanks!" Came the Irish voice from beneath the hood as Triple Six tried to pull her hand away. A vague recognition dawned on Numbuh Four.
"Oh, are you that one under Numbuh 86?" He asked suspiciously. "Y'know, from the Decommissioning Squad?"
"Yeah. But I'm here on a solo mission." Replied Triple Six. "There was some weird stuff in the records from around here, y'know? Apparently street kids have been disappearing one at a time, including two of our operatives, and I'm here to find out why. I'm teaming up with Numbuhs Six, Eight and Ten. They're street kids, too, y'know."
"Sounds weird." Numbuh Two said absentmindedly, and Triple Six suspected he hadn't been listening to a word she said. Luckily, she didn't really mind.
"Yeah, well... we've come to the conclusion it can't be the police because they usually just tell the kids to bugger off and find a cardboard box or something."
"Numbuh Five thinks maybe them kids have been arrested!" the Quiet One said, putting in her own two cents.
"We thought that at first, but we sent a delegation team down to infiltrate the county prisons, and there were no kids in sight."
"uh... Numbuh Five thinks you should try Juvenile offenders!" Numbuh Five said sarcastically. She had taken an immediate disliking to the soft-spoken Irish spy.
"We tried that as well. We sent Numbuh Six down there, and there was no one there he recognised, and he knows pretty well all of the Street Kids."
"I've agreed to let her use the spare room in the tree house. If anyone has any problems with that, then come and speak to me now." Numbuh One challenged. Numbuh Five fancied that he looked pointedly at her when he said this, but she stayed put.
Numbuh One was the strongest of the five Kids Next Door, and they knew that even in the exhausted state he was in, he would be able to beat anyone of them if it came down to it.
"Thanks." Triple Six said, smiling. "You've been so nice to me, and I don't know if I can ever thank you all enough."
"Don't mention it." Mumbled Numbuh Five, glaring.
Numbuh One checked his watch.
"Hmm. I really should be going." He said, half to himself. "I promised Lizzie I would meet her at seven. I was late last time, I can't be late again. Gotta dash!"
He pressed a button on the side of one of his boots, activating the rocket packs. He soared out through the skylight.
"Lizzie?" Triple Six asked, puzzled.
"His girlfriend." Numbuh Four explained. "I don't know why he keeps going out with her. She's so... possessive! One time he tried to hang out with us and she brainwashed him through a helmet and made him attack us! And he won!"
"Hmm." Triple Six murmured. "I hate that type of girl."
~
Numbuh One strode down the street towards Lizzie's house, clutching the flowers tightly by the stalks and humming slightly to himself.
The first odd thing he noticed was that the lights were off at Lizzie's house. This aroused his suspicion, and he moved towards the door cautiously. Then he saw the note tacked on to the wood.
He ripped it off and read it, with the wind rustling through the trees behind him.
The flowers dropped to the floor.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Thank you sooooo much for reading, bothering to read, taking time to click on the links, etc Could you do me one more favour? Click on the link down there? *points and winks*