TS: My name's Havelock and I'm in love with a surly suspicious bastard
called Sam!
#1: ::rolls eyes:: no, your name is Erin and you're in love with a surly suspicious bastard called Nigel!
TS: ::pouts:: but Havelock's a nice name!
#1: ::slaps forehead::
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Numbuh Three had crept round to Numbuh One, unnoticed by Triple Six. They were conversing in low tones behind the deteriorating fragment of brick wall.
"I had a plan, Numbuh Three, I had a plan..." Numbuh One buried his head in his hands. "But I didn't vouch on this... I thought we'd just have to storm in here, beat the crap out of some old scientist guy with a moustache and run the hell away... but look at this Taus guy! He doesn't even HAVE facial hair!"
Numbuh Three gazed uncertainly at Numbuh One, wondering if he had lost his mind. Her happy go-lucky demeanour had been shattered as soon as she saw the Irish agent attacking her friends.
Unknown to either Numbuh One or Numbuh Three, Triple Six had been concentrating energy in the palm of her hand for some while now. The raw energy had grown into a sizeable ball, which was crackling and fizzing, waiting to be hurled. Which is just what Triple Six did, straight at the wall behind which the two agents were hiding.
The energy ball ploughed through the wall as though the brick had been paper. It was lucky for Numbuh One that he had just at that moment decided to pace round behind Numbuh Three, so the attack hit her.
The energy ball formed a cocoon around the terrified girl and lifted her into the air. She screamed in terror as a knife materialised out of nowhere and flew towards her. At the very last moment before the knife struck, she twisted her body to the side.
Numbuh One looked up at his friend, who was swinging to a fro looking rather green, pinned to the wall by the knife that went through her jumper.
Horrible comprehension dawned on Numbuh One. The energy ball had been made for him! And who knows... if Numbuh Three hadn't twisted as she had done the knife would probably have pierced her skin... it might even have killed her!
On the other side of the room, Numbuhs Four and Five had retrieved their weapons and were now aiming them determinedly at Triple Six.
"Freeze, punk!" Numbuh Four yelled, sending a shot of energy from his F.R.E.E.Z.E. gun. Triple Six merely held her arms up to the side.
A blue sheen appeared around the Irish girl and when the F.R.E.E.Z.E beam hit it, it only bounced off and hit one of the suspended lights far above them. Numbuh Four's mouth dropped open, but before Triple Six could attack him, Numbuh Five bound forward with her attack: a glue gun.
Exactly the same thing happened again. The beam deflected off the shield Triple Six had constructed round herself, though this time it headed at an angle parallel to the floor and Numbuh One had to do a complicated little dodge to avoid it.
A dodge that took him closer to Taus.
Taus suddenly swooped and pinned Numbuh One against the wall with a swift arm movement. The British boy struggled weakly against the stronger scientist.
"At last! I have you!" Tasu breathed into Numbuh One's face. The boy stopped his struggling and looked up at the older man, obviously confused.
"I'm the target?" He asked.
"Of course." Taus sneered. "My name is Limerick Taus. I pride myself on being the cleverest man alive. I have no rivals because I have eliminated them all."
"Very interesting, I'm sure." Numbuh One snarled as best he could with the man's thumb pressing on his windpipe. The old bruises were beginning to hurt again. "But could you please tell me where I fit in to this?"
"Your mind, of course." Taus stated, as though it was obvious. "Your mind is much more developed than mine was at your age, therefore you are a potential rival and must be removed."
Numbuh One was beginning to feel light headed from the reduced air supply.
"You're mad!"
"And if I am?" Taus growled, looking suddenly quite deranged, his blonde hair flopping down into his handsome young face. "All the great scientists are not completely sane... Einstein... Ohm... Watt... none of them were completely normal..."
Numbuh One did not interrupt, waiting for the man to continue his story.
"I tried to get rid of you. It was I who attempted to strangle you, though it seems that your brain is not the only muscle that is advanced for your age." The scientist looked hungrily at Numbuh One's body. "I managed to loop my cord around your scrawny little neck. By all rights it should have snapped, but you thwarted my plans by hooking your thumbs and saving yourself."
The corners of Numbuh One's mouth twitched upward in a gloating smile.
"So I started some experiments on kids I'd been picking up off the streets for a while before that. No successes. I learned from a source of mine who was posted near you that there were... shall we say, certain feelings developing between you and Triple Six. I did all in my power to capture her.
"My source pointed her out to me. When some of my workers came across her next she was in the company of an unimportant boy who they disposed of efficiently, I am told."
Numbuh One felt a strong hatred coursing through him at the lack of respect for the late Numbuh Six that Taus showed.
"I worked hard to achieve a success and here is my result." The scientist gestured over his shoulder to where Triple Six was slamming Numbuh Two repeatedly against the wall. It looked like the boy had lost consciousness.
"Arsehole!"
Numbuh One blinked in surprise. It was not he who had shouted, but Numbuh Five, who was flying through the air towards Taus, teeth bared. Taus snarled and caught the girl a vicious back swing to the stomach, winding her and sending her flying in the opposite direction. She landed heavily, sobbing for breath.
Numbuh One twitched at seeing his teammate put out of action like this. His quick dark eyes scanned the room. Triple Six was standing triumphantly over the unconscious Numbuh Two, and Numbuhs Three and Four were being menaced by Numbuh Ten, who had a nasty looking knife.
Numbuh One was not surprised to see that Numbuh Ten was a traitor. It figured. All the time he did not show emotion, it was because he was expecting it. The radio transmission from Numbuh Seven, Numbuh Six' death... it had all been planned... Numbuh Ten had been Taus' source inside the treehouse.
Taus grinned and summoned Triple Six, who took out a knife of her own from the voluminous tunic.
"I will let her finish the job." He smirked in a way reminiscent of Numbuh Ten. "It will give me satisfaction, watching and knowing my job is done."
He stood out of the way, letting Triple Six forward.
Numbuh One was trapped up against the wall. There was nothing he could do and he could not back away any further... the only thing he could do was hope that it would be quick and painless... hope that his friends weren't watching... he didn't want them to be sad...
He looked up into Triple Six' soulless eyes... eyes he had fallen in love with... they stared blankly back at him. The knife was raising, ready for the final blow...
A single, lonesome tear trickled down Triple Six' cheek. He watched its course down towards her neck. She was going to be the last thing he ever saw...
There was a clatter as the knife hit the stone floor.
#1: ::rolls eyes:: no, your name is Erin and you're in love with a surly suspicious bastard called Nigel!
TS: ::pouts:: but Havelock's a nice name!
#1: ::slaps forehead::
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Numbuh Three had crept round to Numbuh One, unnoticed by Triple Six. They were conversing in low tones behind the deteriorating fragment of brick wall.
"I had a plan, Numbuh Three, I had a plan..." Numbuh One buried his head in his hands. "But I didn't vouch on this... I thought we'd just have to storm in here, beat the crap out of some old scientist guy with a moustache and run the hell away... but look at this Taus guy! He doesn't even HAVE facial hair!"
Numbuh Three gazed uncertainly at Numbuh One, wondering if he had lost his mind. Her happy go-lucky demeanour had been shattered as soon as she saw the Irish agent attacking her friends.
Unknown to either Numbuh One or Numbuh Three, Triple Six had been concentrating energy in the palm of her hand for some while now. The raw energy had grown into a sizeable ball, which was crackling and fizzing, waiting to be hurled. Which is just what Triple Six did, straight at the wall behind which the two agents were hiding.
The energy ball ploughed through the wall as though the brick had been paper. It was lucky for Numbuh One that he had just at that moment decided to pace round behind Numbuh Three, so the attack hit her.
The energy ball formed a cocoon around the terrified girl and lifted her into the air. She screamed in terror as a knife materialised out of nowhere and flew towards her. At the very last moment before the knife struck, she twisted her body to the side.
Numbuh One looked up at his friend, who was swinging to a fro looking rather green, pinned to the wall by the knife that went through her jumper.
Horrible comprehension dawned on Numbuh One. The energy ball had been made for him! And who knows... if Numbuh Three hadn't twisted as she had done the knife would probably have pierced her skin... it might even have killed her!
On the other side of the room, Numbuhs Four and Five had retrieved their weapons and were now aiming them determinedly at Triple Six.
"Freeze, punk!" Numbuh Four yelled, sending a shot of energy from his F.R.E.E.Z.E. gun. Triple Six merely held her arms up to the side.
A blue sheen appeared around the Irish girl and when the F.R.E.E.Z.E beam hit it, it only bounced off and hit one of the suspended lights far above them. Numbuh Four's mouth dropped open, but before Triple Six could attack him, Numbuh Five bound forward with her attack: a glue gun.
Exactly the same thing happened again. The beam deflected off the shield Triple Six had constructed round herself, though this time it headed at an angle parallel to the floor and Numbuh One had to do a complicated little dodge to avoid it.
A dodge that took him closer to Taus.
Taus suddenly swooped and pinned Numbuh One against the wall with a swift arm movement. The British boy struggled weakly against the stronger scientist.
"At last! I have you!" Tasu breathed into Numbuh One's face. The boy stopped his struggling and looked up at the older man, obviously confused.
"I'm the target?" He asked.
"Of course." Taus sneered. "My name is Limerick Taus. I pride myself on being the cleverest man alive. I have no rivals because I have eliminated them all."
"Very interesting, I'm sure." Numbuh One snarled as best he could with the man's thumb pressing on his windpipe. The old bruises were beginning to hurt again. "But could you please tell me where I fit in to this?"
"Your mind, of course." Taus stated, as though it was obvious. "Your mind is much more developed than mine was at your age, therefore you are a potential rival and must be removed."
Numbuh One was beginning to feel light headed from the reduced air supply.
"You're mad!"
"And if I am?" Taus growled, looking suddenly quite deranged, his blonde hair flopping down into his handsome young face. "All the great scientists are not completely sane... Einstein... Ohm... Watt... none of them were completely normal..."
Numbuh One did not interrupt, waiting for the man to continue his story.
"I tried to get rid of you. It was I who attempted to strangle you, though it seems that your brain is not the only muscle that is advanced for your age." The scientist looked hungrily at Numbuh One's body. "I managed to loop my cord around your scrawny little neck. By all rights it should have snapped, but you thwarted my plans by hooking your thumbs and saving yourself."
The corners of Numbuh One's mouth twitched upward in a gloating smile.
"So I started some experiments on kids I'd been picking up off the streets for a while before that. No successes. I learned from a source of mine who was posted near you that there were... shall we say, certain feelings developing between you and Triple Six. I did all in my power to capture her.
"My source pointed her out to me. When some of my workers came across her next she was in the company of an unimportant boy who they disposed of efficiently, I am told."
Numbuh One felt a strong hatred coursing through him at the lack of respect for the late Numbuh Six that Taus showed.
"I worked hard to achieve a success and here is my result." The scientist gestured over his shoulder to where Triple Six was slamming Numbuh Two repeatedly against the wall. It looked like the boy had lost consciousness.
"Arsehole!"
Numbuh One blinked in surprise. It was not he who had shouted, but Numbuh Five, who was flying through the air towards Taus, teeth bared. Taus snarled and caught the girl a vicious back swing to the stomach, winding her and sending her flying in the opposite direction. She landed heavily, sobbing for breath.
Numbuh One twitched at seeing his teammate put out of action like this. His quick dark eyes scanned the room. Triple Six was standing triumphantly over the unconscious Numbuh Two, and Numbuhs Three and Four were being menaced by Numbuh Ten, who had a nasty looking knife.
Numbuh One was not surprised to see that Numbuh Ten was a traitor. It figured. All the time he did not show emotion, it was because he was expecting it. The radio transmission from Numbuh Seven, Numbuh Six' death... it had all been planned... Numbuh Ten had been Taus' source inside the treehouse.
Taus grinned and summoned Triple Six, who took out a knife of her own from the voluminous tunic.
"I will let her finish the job." He smirked in a way reminiscent of Numbuh Ten. "It will give me satisfaction, watching and knowing my job is done."
He stood out of the way, letting Triple Six forward.
Numbuh One was trapped up against the wall. There was nothing he could do and he could not back away any further... the only thing he could do was hope that it would be quick and painless... hope that his friends weren't watching... he didn't want them to be sad...
He looked up into Triple Six' soulless eyes... eyes he had fallen in love with... they stared blankly back at him. The knife was raising, ready for the final blow...
A single, lonesome tear trickled down Triple Six' cheek. He watched its course down towards her neck. She was going to be the last thing he ever saw...
There was a clatter as the knife hit the stone floor.