Author's Note: Thanks to all who reviewed the last chapter, much appreciated. Here's Chapter 3. There going to be some of my bad attempts at accent writing in this chapter (and the whole fic for that matter) so please try to bear with them.

Disclaimer: Refer to the first chapter

Story Title: Operation: WHACKED

Chapter Title: A Most Delightful Plot

Nerd Saber space station, geo-stationary lunar orbit

Numbuh 51's face was an angry mask as he strode toward the Nerd Saber's hangar. The other nerds were careful to step out of his way as he approached the SHIVA and HIVE. 51 paid no mind to the others' reaction to his anger. Right now the only he wanted to was to personally send 86 to the Moonbase, minus her spacecraft. But as he stopped in front of the SHIVA and HIVE he calmed himself down. His temper had gotten the best of him before, and it hadn't been something he wanted to repeat.

"You two alright?" 51 asked as 117 and 159 disembarked from the craft.

"Ja," 117 answered, wincing from the injuries he sustained while piloting the SHIVA. "But it vas almost not so. Dat fool 86 vas flying right at me, und she didn't even shlow down!"

"Yeah, and she almost caused Klaus to ram me too, causing me to crash into her!" 159 added angrily. She then spouted a Spanish word that would be best left unsaid and un-translated.

"Zis kind of recklessness vill not go unpunished." Klaus said. "Dat I svear!"

"What was that idiot doing out there anyway?" 159 asked. "I thought that area was cleared off for our tests?"

"It was cleared, Numbuh 86 just chose to ignore them." Alden replied.

"That moron, she thinks she can do anything she wants just because she's head of decommissioning. We should report this to Moonbase and have her decommissioned!" Maria stated heatedly.

"Oh the Moonbase will hear of this alright," 51 said, eyes narrowed. "But not after 86 gets an earful from me!"

They all turned to face an airtight hangar door. The door hissed and creaked as it opened slowly. Out the door came out three snake-like ASP (Automated Security Probe) robots, two were dragging a damaged single-pilot spacecraft while the remaining one carried a struggling, space-suited figure. From the figure they heard muffled screams of anger and indignation.

Numbuhs 117 and 159 turned to look at 51 who was gesturing to the ASP units. At his gestures, two of the snake bots dragged 86's damaged craft toward the repair while the other one none-too-gently plopped Numbuh 86 to the floor. The female operative yelled angrily and shook her fists defiantly at the security unit. 117 and 159 looked at each other and smirked, their faces communicating the very same thought: The ASP should've dropped her harder.

86 ripped off her space suit's helmet as 51 walked toward her. Seeing the Nerds Division Commander, 86 suddenly found a new outlet for her anger. "You! You're the one in charge of the nerds, aren't you? Well you can be sure that you and those stupid robot pilots of yours will be reported to the Moonbase. You know what your incompetence has cost me? I need to be back to the Moonbase as soon as possible, but thanks to your defective machines I'm gonna be late! You know how much time counts in my job, well do you?! Of course you don't because you're just a stupid, four-eyed, nerd boy who apparently—"

"SHUT UP!!!" Alden raged, stopping 86 in mid-rant. "You have the nerve to call me stupid when what happened out there was entirely your fault!"

"Ooh, Zis ist going to be gut." 117 whispered to 159.

"Yup," the curly-haired Hispanic girl agreed. "Alden can be a total demon when he's pissed."

"We had that test area cleared just so we could perform tests vital to the KND's weapons development," 51 continued, still shouting furiously. "But despite all warnings to do otherwise you just fly right into the freaking test area like you own the place and in the process almost causing serious injuries to my pilots and ultimately causing that collision you're yammering on about! If you'd have only diverted your course this entire fiasco could've been avoided!"

86 was, for a while, speechless. Few lower ranking operative had ever talked like that to her before, and this time it was an idiot boy to boot! She quickly drew upon her anger again and yelled back: "Well if you hadn't decided to have your test area in my way I wouldn't have been forced to interrupt your useless tests! But no, you had to put out there diverting incoming and outgoing craft and causing a big inconvenience to everybody! You nerds think you can do anything just because you avoided punishment by impressing high command with your piece-of-junk machines and weapons. If it were up to me you and those nerds who went traitor with you back then would've been decommissioned! Especially that dumb, idiotic little brother of yours who has absolutely no business being—"

Before 86 could finish her sentence 51 pulled out a weapon and held it mere centimeters from her face. 86 was about to demand what 51 was doing, but when she turned to look at the nerd operative she caught his eyes. In them she saw sheer, murderous fury. When Alden spoke his voice was a low, dangerous growl. "If you ever insult my brother in my presence again I swear that I'll send you to the Moonbase in a body bag!!!"

Suddenly, Alden was overcome with racking coughs. He kept the weapon pointed at 86 as he reached for his asthma inhaler. He took several deep puffs from the inhaler and tried to get both his temper under control and his breathing back to normal.

"Whoa, calm down, Alden." Maria said as she and Klaus came over and gently tried to restrain their furious commander.

"Ja," Klaus agreed, taking Alden's weapon and putting it back in its holster. "She ist not vurth your anger."

After a few moments, Alden slowly brought his anger under control. Still gasping from the anger-induced asthma attack, he turned and glared at 86, who seemed shocked from the fact that a lower-ranking operative actually pulled a gun on her. 51 gasped out: "Consider that fair warning, never ever insult my little brother. And as for getting you to the Moonbase, we'll have you craft repaired in short order. You'll be late, but that is unavoidable now."

"Um, yes," 86 said, trying—and failing—to sound as if she hadn't been intimidated by 51's outburst. "That will be fine, but tell your people to speed it up. I'm in a hurry."

51 simply nodded. "Better get to sickbay and have yourself checked for injuries. Kl—I mean, 117, 159, you guys too."

117 and 159 nodded in acknowledgement as 51 turned and walked away. 86's usual snobbish expression was back, but it was clear that she had been rattled from Alden's out burst. 117 and 159 again exchanged a look. This time, the look said: Who'dve thought that we'd actually see 86 being brought down a peg or two.

Delightful Mansion, Earth

A dark figure peered out the window from the shadows of its home. The figure waited patiently, eyes fixated on a certain spot in the sky. Then, as a tiny speck of flame appeared on that very place in the sky, a smile crawled its way across the figure's shadowed face. The smile grew ever wider as the gout of flame loomed closer and closer. In fact, it finally came close enough that a person from the ground could see that within the flame was a pod-like device.

The flaming pod cut easily through the sky as it zoomed toward the very same window the dark figure was watching out of. Finally, just as it seemed that it would slam though that window and flatten the figure, it abruptly stopped and hovered just outside the window. With deliberate, almost meticulous, movements the figure opened and window and beckoned the pod-like probe inside. The probe, looking with its mechanical eyes, recognized the gesture it was being given and hovered through the open window.

"Well, well," the figure spoke to the probe with a distinctly refined masculine voice. "What do you have for me, my little robotic friend?"

In response, the automated probe activated a hologram projector. The darkened room was suddenly flooded in dim greenish as the probe projected the information it collected from its mission into space. The dark figure watched with interest as the visual report continued, taking in the information presented in one unwavering glance. The figure seemed to purse lips in a thoughtful manner as holographic schematics for two robotic suits were projected before the figure.

Finally, the probe's visual presentation ceased and the room was once again darkened. The figure rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he murmured to himself. "Interesting, most interesting indeed."

The schematics for the machines he had seen had been most impressive, clearly marvels of engineering thought up by the newly formed Nerds Division of the hated Kids Next Door. It had been a pity that he hadn't managed to bring those nerds to his fold when they had rebelled. He had been amazed at what those five rebelling Kids Next Door operatives had done using their inherent genius. They had actually taken control of the Global Kids Next Door organization's computer and communications network and actually managed to neutralize all but seven KND operatives who ultimately stopped them. In fact, his latest apprentice, the former Numbuh 274, Chad, had been one of the seven operatives who had stopped the nerds. Ironically, it was also Chad who had convinced KND high command to establish the Nerds Division.

They would have been useful allies, if only he had gotten to them before they were defeated and turned back to the KND side. Now that they were they were working for the Kids Next Door again, they were dangerous enemies. He had to destroy the nerds before the technologies they developed could be used against them, especially their latest machines. If what he saw was accurate, then those machines could seriously upset the balance of power in the seemingly unending chess game that was the Child-Adult War toward the children's favor. And knowing how much those children had already strayed away from rightful adult control, he definitely could not allow that to happen.

But even as that thought formed in his mind, another thought also presented itself. If that very same technology had almost destroyed the Kids Next Door once, why not utilize it to finish. And he wouldn't even need all of their technology even one of the two latest nerd creations would be sufficient for the job. And though the probe did report that there was a problem controlling the machines, he was sure that his superior adult intelligence could find a solution to any problem children couldn't solve.

He smiled wickedly. The more he thought about it the more appealing the idea was to him. Destroying the KND with weapons developed for their use was a figurative kick to the Kids Next Door's guts that he just couldn't pass up. Also, once he had destroyed the KND & adapted those machines for adult use he would practically assure the supremacy of the adults forever.

The thought made him laugh in sheer mad glee. His demented laughter echoed down the dark corridors of the expansive machine, an echoing laughter that would've incited a sense dread and foreboding had there been anyone to hear it.

The laughter ended abruptly. A ball of flame suddenly cackled to life in the dark figure's hand, from the flame appeared a communications device. The figure flipped-open the device and linked to three separate devices of similar design. Out of the device came three holographic images, one was the image of a teenaged African-American girl, the other was an image of a blonde teenage boy, and the last was the image of five pale-looking children with unearthly glowing eyes.

"Yes, Father?" the youngsters in the images greeted him respectfully as one.

"I have a task I need you to perform, report here at once."

"As you command, Father."

Author's Note: Well, that's all for now. I'll try to update as soon as I can.