Disclaimer: I don't own "Kids Next Door" and all its characters, just Dmitri, Mo, and Aki. KND belongs to Mr. Warburton and Mo Willems and those other guys.
Kids Next Door Operation: CO.M.R.A.D.E.S. Part 2
"Hey, guys," Hoagie said as his fellow KND operatives all boarded their ship. "What's the game-plan Numbuh One?" he turned his attention to Nigel.
"Well," he began. "According to this 'Commander Dmitri,' they can literally sniff out the culprits that attacked our men with their noses and their ship's sensors. Numbuh Two?"
"Yeah?"
"Ascend to 200 feet above the base. There should be a ship there; that's the teenagers," Number One said as he sat next to Number Two in the cock pit.
"Gotcha," Hoagie responded as he brought the ship to the said elevation, only to find nothing but clear skies. "Uh, Numbuh One? You said 200 feet right? There's nothing up here."
"Well…Maybe they haven't arrived yet, or-" a Russian voice crackled over the radio of the ship. "I'll answer it Numbuh Two," Number One said as he picked up what looked like a cheese-grater and talked into it. "This is Numbuh One speaking. Where are you guys?"
Right by you, Dmitri snickered.
"What? Numbuh Two check the sensors."
"Ok," Number Two said as he looked on the dashboard, finding a circular screen which was the radar. However, no blips appeared on the green screen. "I got nothin'," he said dumbfounded.
"Huh? Alright teenagers, what's going on here?"
Rotate your ship 180 degrees, Dmitri chuckled.
"Do as he says, Numbuh Two…" Nigel sighed.
"Um, Ok…" Hoagie complied as he spun the ship around in the said amount of degrees. As he and Number One looked, they still saw nothing.
"Darn teenagers! Alright you Red-jerk, where the heck are you guys!" Number One demanded.
Keep looking, the commander said as his ship suddenly materialized in front of the operatives' eyes. The ship looked like a smaller version of a stealth bomber, with shingle-like, black armored plates covering it.
"Uh-! Quit fooling around! We have a mission to complete!" Nigel suddenly became serious once again.
Alright. Try to keep up, Dmitri said. Instantly, the stealth ship rocketed off into the distance, but not without Number Two gunning the engines of the KND's ship after them.
"Second Lieutenant, are you sure this vill vork?" Dmitri asked Aki as he flew the ship through the trail of scents that marked where their enemies had passed through.
"Well, I'm pretty certain. If they took the first search team, then they'd more than likely try to go after another one, as long as they were able to take the team with them," the Japanese girl explained.
"Vell, it's not like ve have any other way to draw these bastards out of their voodvork," the Russian sighed.
"Ah we theh yet?" Number Four yawned as he slouched on the built-in couch of the ship next to Number Three. It had been three hours since the two teams had left South Carolina and traveled at the speed of sound to the west, and they were already past Texas without any change in direction.
"Yeah, we're BORED…" Number Three complained.
"I know, I know," Nigel agreed as he turned on the communications line to the teenager's ship. "Commander Dmitri, how long is this going to take. We've been flying for-"
Get ready, ve're almost there, Dmitri said after a long silence. It's the Phoenix, Arizona Base
"Did you hear that, team?" Number One told his teammates, who all got up and ready for their new mission.
"Alright! Finally, sum action!" Number Four cheered as he zipped up his blue jumpsuit and armed himself with the tracker-detector and NV goggles.
"Are we gonna get some bad guys this time?" Number Three asked as she did the same along with Number Five.
"It depends on how soon we get there and how far ahead of us these guys were," Abigail explained.
"Numbuh One!" Hoagie called back.
"Yes, Numbuh Two?" Nigel asked as he went over to his friend, already dressed and armed for battle. "I've lost site of those teenagers. Did they ditch us?"
"Let me check," Number One said as he took out the radio receiver and spoke into it. "Commander Dmitri, where are you and your ship?"
Ve're at the base now, ve'll rendezvous with you in Sector 7 sub-section B: the Command Room. Over and out
"Wait! How do…Oh never mind. Numbuh Two, when you arrive at the base, descend as quietly as possible to drop us off. Understand?"
"Roger, Numbuh One," Number Two saluted.
"Alright then," Nigel then headed to the back with his three battle-ready operatives. 'How does Commander Dmitri know about the Phoenix base's schematics?' he wondered to himself.
"Commander," Aki asked in a hushed tone as she, Mo, and Dmitri ascended the stairway to Sector 7 sub-section B. All three were wearing their IR goggles and were armed with the same weapons as before. "What are we going to do if these kids don't get captured but we still get what we need? Are we going to stay with them?"
"I've been thinking about that. I guess ve should, just to lure these punks out again if needed. Besides, I GUESS ve could always use some extra manpower…" Dmitri sighed. He really was of the same opinion as Aki probably was: he wanted to ditch these kids as soon as possible. However, they needed the kids right now.
"Here we go," Aki said as she cocked her FAMAS and jumped in front of the doorway to the rendezvous point, aiming her gun at what could possibly be there. Her goggles, though, saw nothing but blue and green.
"See anything?" Dmitri asked as he took Aki's right flank and aimed around, only to find nothing too.
"Nope. Nothing-"
Commander Dmitri! Come in! Nigel called over the radio that Dmitri had set up with him.
"Damn it!" Dmitri said quietly. "This brat's going to give us avay!" He then took out his radio and whispered into it. "What the hell do you vant? Vhere are you? Over."
We're in Sector 4. We've found some survivors.
"Grr…Fine. Be there in a minute. Over and out," he growled. "Alright, guys, move out!" he commanded as the team and he headed over to an elevator to the pre-discussed location. "This is probably a trap," he mentioned to Aki.
"Look at it this way, Commander," she responded. "If it is, then we'll get what we want."
"True. True."
"Numbuh 347, wake up!" Nigel told the unconscious operative as the team crowded around the blonde girl. She was wearing gear similar to Kids Next Door operatives One, Three, Four, and Five, only it was white with blue boots and gloves, and she wore a cream-colored football player's helmet. She carried with her a strange white and red plastic gun of some sort.
Ding! the elevator rang as it opened up near the KND operatives. Exiting it were none other than the three vigilante teenagers Aki, Mo, and Dmitri.
"You better have a better reason to summon us here and break radio silence other than just because you found a survivor," Dmitri growled as he stomped up to the fallen operative. After catching sight of the child's uniform, Dmitiri's suspicions were confirmed, so he looked around the room and saw a ceiling covered in reds, oranges, and yellows. "Never mind. I have a qvestion for you though, Numbuh Vone."
"What?" Nigel looked suspiciously at the Russian teen.
"As I understand it, the KND have a numerical rating system for rating how good of soldiers their operatives are. Tell me, vhat did you and your team score?"
"How do YOU know about the rating system?" Number One inquired, more intrigued now.
"Lets' just say a little birdie told me. Tell me now, vhat did you and your team make?"
"8.7. Why?"
"Ve just fell into the enemy's trap and are being targeted as ve speak," he whispered.
"How do you know?" Nigel whispered back as Dmitri led him over to the soldier.
"Vatch this," he said as he reached into a pocket and pulled out a small vial marked 'Smelling Salt' and waved it in front of the unconscious kid's nose. Instantly, the girl's eyes flung open, revealing that they were a creepy blue similar to a group of kids the KND hated.
"Welcome to the party, Kids Next Door," the girl and the numerous other children hiding on the ceiling all said at once in an eerie tone.
"Kids Next Door, battle stations!" Nigel commanded as he and his operatives began there assault on the mysterious children that all began jumping down to the floor, firing their strange guns' lime-green lasers beams.
"Company fire!" Dmitri yelled as he, Mo, and Aki all formed a triangle firing at the kids in different areas. Instantly, the strange children began falling down from the barrage of stinging 6mm pellets the teens were firing.
"Hey, wait a sec," Number Four said as he ran over to look at a downed enemy. This kid is one uhf our guys!"
"They must have been brainwashed and trained to fight us!" Number One said as he flew up to the ceiling with his rocket boots to hit more enemies with his 2x4 tech laser rifle. "Set your guns for stun! We'll have headquarters fix them after we're done mopping them up!"
"I see you!" Number Three giggled as she shot teddy-bears from her launcher, knocking out kids left and right. "I see you too!"
"Eat mustahd!" Wally called out as he fired mustard beams at kids, jamming their guns and blinding their faces. He then jumped at the incapacitated child soldiers and gave them a good old boot to the head, knocking them out.
"There's too many! We need to get more per shot!" Number Five advised as she tried her best to keep the enemies at bay.
"Try this!" Aki called out as she handed Abigail a canister. "It's a foam grenade. It'll trap anything within a ten foot radius in a blob of stick foam. Use it wisely!" She then ran off to fire her French assault rifle at more conniving children, getting out more of the same grenades.
"Here goes!" Abigail yelled as she hurled the live grenade at a mass of twenty or so kids. In a bright flash of white, the kids were then stuck to the ceiling and to each other, unable to move (let alone fire). "Got 'em!" she yelled out proudly.
"Good work, Numbuh Five," Nigel commented a he shot a kid that nearly got the jump on his friend.
"Whoah! Thanks!"
Meanwhile, Aki was throwing more grenades at the children on the ceiling. Apparently, they were using suction-cup boots to stay up. Within a few seconds, more than half of the kids were stuck together in clumps of gooey masses.
"Commander, almost done here!" she called out to her leader as she returned to firing her Famas at random kids.
"Alright! Mo, It's time to play leap frog!" he called to his African buddy, who ran over to him.
"Leap frog! How can you be thinking of a game in a time like this!" Number Four yelled in an annoyed voice.
"Niet!" Dmitri called back. "Leap frog is the name of an offensive tactic!" Instantly, Mo ran out from behind his commander up to about fifteen feet in front of him, firing at the kids in the way, while Dmitri gave him cover fire. Soon, it was Dmitri's turn to do the same.
"Hey, that ain't half bad," Abigail called out as she witnessed the effective strategy used by the teenagers.
"When this is over, you've got to tell us how you learned that!" Nigel requested as he watched Aki join in the action.
"Alright, will do, Numbuh One!" Dmitri complied. After about five minutes of him and his team performing their tactic, the child soldiers began retreating. "Mo! Get the gun now!" he turned his attention to his subordinate, who brought out a Desert Eagle and aimed it at a kid falling back. He fired it, but it seemed as if the child didn't notice he/she was hit. "Numbuh One! Cease fire! Ve've incapacitated enough of them!" he told the bald operative.
"Are you kidding!" Nigel asked, confused by the Russian's words. "We're WINNING! Why should we-"
"Trust me!"
"But- Oh fine! Kids Next Door, stand down!" he sighed.
"Huh? Why?" Wally asked as he did what he was told.
"Yeah, Numbuh One?" Abigail agreed. "We could get more of them."
"Don't ask me, ask the Red over there," he pointed at Dmitri. By now, the remaining 30 or so soldiers had evacuated the base and left.
"Simple," he explained as he and his team all took off their balaclavas. "Because not every battle is von vith a victory."
"Huh?" Kuki asked.
"What is THAT supposed to mean?" Number One demanded.
"Well," Aki said. "Have you kids ever used a tracker-device before?" she asked as she untied her ponytail that her hair was in.
"Wait a minute," Abigail started to catch on. "You mean that you guys planted a bug on one of those kids that escaped? That's…"
"…Pretty arrogant of you," Nigel frowned. "You should have told us AHEAD of time that you were going to do that!"
"What? And trust you kids to be convincing actors?" Dmitri chuckled. "Don't take it personally, but we couldn't take that risk. Now, what do you say we head back to our ships to track these guys down?"
The KND operatives looked at each other and then cocked an eyebrow or two at the trio.
"Ok!" Number Three smiled.
"Cruddy teenagahs think theh so smaht…" Wally grumbled.
"Next time, TELL us before you do something like that, ok?" Number Five sighed.
"Of course," Aki shrugged as she and her fellow teenagers all filed out of the base.
"Oh, we'll be calling headquarters to take these soldiers we captured back to the Moon. So, lay low," Nigel called over to Dmitri.
"Don't have to tell me twice. See you in a few minutes, same altitude above the base, Ok?" he confirmed.
"Right. See you," Number One found himself waving goodbye to the teenagers. He then took out what looked like a deodorant bar and opened it up. It was actually a communicator to Global Command. "This is Numbuh One at the Phoenix Kids Next Door base. Global Command, do you copy?"
Roger, Numbuh One, this is Global Command, a boy with a targeting goggle responded.
"We've managed to rescue some of our operatives from the enemy that we've lost contact with. They were brainwashed and turned into soldiers for some enemy force. They just attacked us, but left. We…planted a tracking bug on them and will be following them."
Roger, a retrieval squad will be there in a few minutes, the boy said as the connection was then severed.
"Alright team, a retrieval squad will be here in a few minutes, so stay sharp just in case," Nigel told his team as they rounded up unconscious children and lumped them all together in groups of ten and tied them up with super-strong bindings made of dental floss.
"Numbuh 86, um, good to see you," Number One said shakily as the high-ranking girl marched in with her retrieval team. The redheaded Irish girl then walked up to Number One and eyed him good.
"Well, well, well," she grinned sarcastically. "Looks like a boy finally did something right for once. Of course, Numbuhs Three and Five were here to keep you two boys in line, hmm?"
"Uh- Well, actually," Nigel whispered to her. "We had help from a mutual friend too."
"What KIND of friend?"
"The teenage type."
"WHAT! How COULD you! This is the KIDS Next Door! We don't-mmph-!" she was suddenly silenced by Number One's hand as he hushed her.
"Ssshhhh! There're on OUR side!" he whispered to her as he took his hand off 86's mouth.
"Just what do you mean, 'our side'?"
"I mean that they fight for kids' rights too. They're some sort of vigilantes."
"And why should we trust them?"
"Because they've got more information on our enemy than we do. Don't worry, they're completely trustable."
Number 86 was taken back by this comment. "If I get a call from you saying that you've been double-crossed by those retched adolescents, I won't help you out," she said as she reached into her pocket and took out a small black device the size of a dime. "Here, put this behind your ear," she said as she handed it to Nigel.
"What's it for?"
"It's a tracker. So, we can know where you and your team are. Don't lose it now."
"Er…Fine," Number One complied as he placed the device behind his left ear. "Alright, operatives, have you loaded up the last of the soldiers?" Number 86 called out to her team as they took the last group of incapacitated children upstairs to the ship the team came on.
"Yes, ma'am. This is our last one," a boy operative said as he carried the gooey mass of children up the stairs. "Good, I'll be there in a minute. Now remember, Numbuh One."
"Uh, yes?"
"Keep your eyes on these teenagers, they could still turn on you and your team," she frowned at him as she ran up the stairs with her team.
"Right…" Nigel said as he faced his team. "Alright, team, we need to follow our enemies through the help of the teenagers. Are you all ready for dust-off?"
"Uh-huh," Number Three nodded.
"Yup," Wally shrugged.
"Same here," Abigail answered.
"Alright, let's go, team," Number One said as he and his team headed up a different set of stairs to the roof of the base.
"Do you think that those operatives will betray us, Commander?" Aki asked Dmitri as he sat at the controls for their hovering ship. The ship was currently in stealth mode, evading the KND sensors and radar.
"Hard to say. Vait, the retrieval team is leaving!" he suddenly saw the rocket transport ship hover away from the base and head out of the atmosphere. "Vell, perhaps they von't. For now at least." The Russian then picked up the radio and opened up a channel with the other Kids Next Door ship. Looking at a zoomed-in screen of the roof, the commander saw the four KND operatives load up in their ship. He then spoke through the communication line to the ship.
"This is Commander Dmitri calling. Are all KND members aboard your ship? Over."
Roger that, Hoagie said.
We're leaving the tracking to you guys, Nigel reported back to the teens.
"Good. Our GPS systems are showing us that the enemy is heading south, and at an incredible speed. Over."
Roger, lead the way, Commander.
"Alright. Over and out. Aki, Mo, better get buckled up," Dmitri advised his comrades as they both situated themselves in the two seats located behind their commander.
"I can feel it, I bet we're gonna finally find those bastards and kick their asses for messing with the kids of the world!" Aki cheered.
"Me too, I think this is vhere it all changes," Dmitri agreed.
To be continued…