No 1: I have never read such crap!
TS: You say the nicest things.
No 1: Honestly! I would not cry if Lizzie went to Australia!
TS: Shall we test you on that?
No 1: .........pass, thanks
~
Numbuh Two was showing Triple Six one of his video games. Triple Six hadn't had many chances to play video games, and Numbuh Two was beating her easily. Numbuhs Three and Four were cheering on their respective favourite, while Numbuh Five was sitting grumpily to the side, watching the rest with distaste.
Suddenly the door swung open. Numbuh One wandered disjointedly in. His eyes and face were blank, like those of a zombie. He was in an unseeing daze, ignoring his friends as he walked past..
A slip of paper fluttered down from his pocket as he disappeared into his room, the door closing with an ominous creak after him. Numbuh Five picked up the paper and read it curiously.
"Oh, man!" she said. "Numbuh Five doesn't think Numbuh One will want disturbing for a while."
"What is it? What is it?" Numbuh Three bounced. Numbuh Five took a deep breath.
"Dear Nigey," she read. The others snickered a bit, but stopped when they saw her expression. "I'm sorry I'm not here to greet you, but my dad's been offered a business deal in Australia. I only found out today, or I would have told you sooner. We've gone, I don't know how long for. I would have come round, but we had to dash off to get the last plane. Goodbye, love Lizzie."
A heavy silence fell over the unfortunate Brit's friends.
"Man, that's an ouchie!" Numbuh Two stuttered finally. Numbuh Five quietly opened the door to Numbuh One's room. He was lying on the bed, unmoving and staring at the ceiling. His friend closed the door again.
"Numbuh Five thinks he's in shock." She told her teammates. Triple Six, who had been listening intently to the whole conversation, looked confused.
"Lizzie's gone to Australia." Numbuh Four informed her. "To be honest, I'm glad I left!"
"Listen up!" Numbuh Five ordered. "Numbuh Five wants you all the be nice to Numbuh One. He's bound to be upset for the next few days at least, and Numbuh Five will be very angry if you make it worse!" She glared around the room as though daring someone to disobey.
"I'm hungry." Numbuh Two stated, completely changing the subject. "Who's turn is it to get the fries?"
"Numbuh One's!" Numbuh Three said happily, pointing at the closed door.
"Well, we can hardly expect him to go out now. I reckon we should draw straws to see who goes instead." Numbuh Four volunteered.
The four members of the KND drew lots, watched by a bemused Triple Six. Numbuh Four drew the short straw and set off for the local takeaway, grumbling.
Numbuh Five, looking for a chance to belittle Triple Six, took Numbuh Two on at his video game. She won and looked round triumphantly, only to find Triple Six laughing as she watched Numbuh Three dance with her soft toys.
The Japanese girl looked up to see that the virtual battle had finished.
"My turn, my turn!" She squealed happily, pushing Numbuh Two aside and challenging a disgruntled Numbuh Five.
Triple Six went off to sit with Numbuh Two, who was fiddling with a remote control aeroplane, trying to get it to work.
"What's the matter?" The hooded Irish agent asked. Numbuh Two continued fiddling with the toy.
"Numbuh Four spilt soda on it and it hasn't worked properly since. I replaced all the pieces in the remote and it flies, but it keeps flying round in circles."
Triple Six squinted at the contraption, though instead of looking at the remote, she was focusing on the plane itself.
"Look," she said, pointing to the underside of the wing. "The circuit's failed here. Fix that and it should fly right again."
Numbuh Two fiddled about with the circuitry and set the plane the right way up before switching it on and test flying it. It flew fine.
"Hey!" He said happily. "How did you know that?"
"My dad's an engineer at an airport back in Ireland. Sometimes when I was younger I would go with him, and I learnt a bit about aerodynamics."
"I made a flying machine, y'know." Numbuh Two stated. Triple Six looked up in interest.
"I'd like to see that before I go." She said, indirectly asking a question. Numbuh Two nodded.
"Fine by me!"
Numbuh Four burst in, soaking wet and clutching a number of small brown paper bags.
"It's raining outside." He said, stating the obvious.
"You better not have got Numbuh Five's fries wet!" the Quiet One threatened.
"Relax, it's all dry!" The blonde Australian handed out the bags to his friends. There was one bag left over. It was Numbuh One's.
"What'll we do with Numbuh One's food?" Numbuh Three asked. Numbuh Five picked up the bag of takeaway fries. She put them next to Numbuh One's door and knocked loudly.
"Boss, Numbuh Five has left your meal out here if ya want it!" She shouted.
The door opened, revealing Numbuh One. He looked even more exhausted than before, and they could all see clearly the tear tracks on his cheeks where he had been crying.
"Thanks, guys." He said, taking the bag and sniffing slightly. "I need this."
He disappeared back into the room from which he had emerged.
Triple Six looked at the spot where the British boy had been standing just moments before. She had heard so much about him at headquarters, but now she had met him and seen his weaknesses, she realised he was only human.
"Uh......... I think I'll turn in." She said to her new housemates, picking up her back of fries to take back to her room. "I have an early start and a busy day tomorrow, what with meeting up with the others."
She smiled, said her goodnights and headed up the stairs to the room they had let her have, which was on a different level to theirs.
TS: You say the nicest things.
No 1: Honestly! I would not cry if Lizzie went to Australia!
TS: Shall we test you on that?
No 1: .........pass, thanks
~
Numbuh Two was showing Triple Six one of his video games. Triple Six hadn't had many chances to play video games, and Numbuh Two was beating her easily. Numbuhs Three and Four were cheering on their respective favourite, while Numbuh Five was sitting grumpily to the side, watching the rest with distaste.
Suddenly the door swung open. Numbuh One wandered disjointedly in. His eyes and face were blank, like those of a zombie. He was in an unseeing daze, ignoring his friends as he walked past..
A slip of paper fluttered down from his pocket as he disappeared into his room, the door closing with an ominous creak after him. Numbuh Five picked up the paper and read it curiously.
"Oh, man!" she said. "Numbuh Five doesn't think Numbuh One will want disturbing for a while."
"What is it? What is it?" Numbuh Three bounced. Numbuh Five took a deep breath.
"Dear Nigey," she read. The others snickered a bit, but stopped when they saw her expression. "I'm sorry I'm not here to greet you, but my dad's been offered a business deal in Australia. I only found out today, or I would have told you sooner. We've gone, I don't know how long for. I would have come round, but we had to dash off to get the last plane. Goodbye, love Lizzie."
A heavy silence fell over the unfortunate Brit's friends.
"Man, that's an ouchie!" Numbuh Two stuttered finally. Numbuh Five quietly opened the door to Numbuh One's room. He was lying on the bed, unmoving and staring at the ceiling. His friend closed the door again.
"Numbuh Five thinks he's in shock." She told her teammates. Triple Six, who had been listening intently to the whole conversation, looked confused.
"Lizzie's gone to Australia." Numbuh Four informed her. "To be honest, I'm glad I left!"
"Listen up!" Numbuh Five ordered. "Numbuh Five wants you all the be nice to Numbuh One. He's bound to be upset for the next few days at least, and Numbuh Five will be very angry if you make it worse!" She glared around the room as though daring someone to disobey.
"I'm hungry." Numbuh Two stated, completely changing the subject. "Who's turn is it to get the fries?"
"Numbuh One's!" Numbuh Three said happily, pointing at the closed door.
"Well, we can hardly expect him to go out now. I reckon we should draw straws to see who goes instead." Numbuh Four volunteered.
The four members of the KND drew lots, watched by a bemused Triple Six. Numbuh Four drew the short straw and set off for the local takeaway, grumbling.
Numbuh Five, looking for a chance to belittle Triple Six, took Numbuh Two on at his video game. She won and looked round triumphantly, only to find Triple Six laughing as she watched Numbuh Three dance with her soft toys.
The Japanese girl looked up to see that the virtual battle had finished.
"My turn, my turn!" She squealed happily, pushing Numbuh Two aside and challenging a disgruntled Numbuh Five.
Triple Six went off to sit with Numbuh Two, who was fiddling with a remote control aeroplane, trying to get it to work.
"What's the matter?" The hooded Irish agent asked. Numbuh Two continued fiddling with the toy.
"Numbuh Four spilt soda on it and it hasn't worked properly since. I replaced all the pieces in the remote and it flies, but it keeps flying round in circles."
Triple Six squinted at the contraption, though instead of looking at the remote, she was focusing on the plane itself.
"Look," she said, pointing to the underside of the wing. "The circuit's failed here. Fix that and it should fly right again."
Numbuh Two fiddled about with the circuitry and set the plane the right way up before switching it on and test flying it. It flew fine.
"Hey!" He said happily. "How did you know that?"
"My dad's an engineer at an airport back in Ireland. Sometimes when I was younger I would go with him, and I learnt a bit about aerodynamics."
"I made a flying machine, y'know." Numbuh Two stated. Triple Six looked up in interest.
"I'd like to see that before I go." She said, indirectly asking a question. Numbuh Two nodded.
"Fine by me!"
Numbuh Four burst in, soaking wet and clutching a number of small brown paper bags.
"It's raining outside." He said, stating the obvious.
"You better not have got Numbuh Five's fries wet!" the Quiet One threatened.
"Relax, it's all dry!" The blonde Australian handed out the bags to his friends. There was one bag left over. It was Numbuh One's.
"What'll we do with Numbuh One's food?" Numbuh Three asked. Numbuh Five picked up the bag of takeaway fries. She put them next to Numbuh One's door and knocked loudly.
"Boss, Numbuh Five has left your meal out here if ya want it!" She shouted.
The door opened, revealing Numbuh One. He looked even more exhausted than before, and they could all see clearly the tear tracks on his cheeks where he had been crying.
"Thanks, guys." He said, taking the bag and sniffing slightly. "I need this."
He disappeared back into the room from which he had emerged.
Triple Six looked at the spot where the British boy had been standing just moments before. She had heard so much about him at headquarters, but now she had met him and seen his weaknesses, she realised he was only human.
"Uh......... I think I'll turn in." She said to her new housemates, picking up her back of fries to take back to her room. "I have an early start and a busy day tomorrow, what with meeting up with the others."
She smiled, said her goodnights and headed up the stairs to the room they had let her have, which was on a different level to theirs.