Title of Fan Fiction:Operation: Decommissioned
Department Eradication Can Overwhelm Most Members Indicating Small Sacrifices In Order To Negate Eternal Destruction
Author: Venom Malfoy
Origin: Codename: Kids Next Door
Genre: Romance/Adventure
Rating: PG-13
Chapter: 2 - Hoagie Gilligan
Disclaimer: I do not own Codename: Kids Next Door, nor do I own any of the characters, settings or plots that Codename: Kids Next Door uses. However, I do own this story, so if you are planning on taking it, be whatever use you have of it, you had better credit me. If you don't, and I find out, there will be hell to pay.
Sumary: The Kids Next Door operatives of Sector V are preparing for their thirteenth birthdays, along with their decommissioning, but when no one wants to leave, Numbuh One strikes up a plan. But when Father finds out, there is hell to pay.
Abigail Lincoln's thirteenth birthday and decommissioning had come and gone in what felt like the blink of an eye, bringing Hoagie Gilligan's thirteenth birthday. Unlike Abby, however, he welcomed his decommissioning. "We can't be kids forever," he had claimed when Numbuh Four brought up the subject. Numbuh Two had, after all, been the only Kids Next Door operative to actually experience being a teenager, and he was welcoming the feelings and appearance.
"Oh come on you guys," Numbuh Two said, grabbing the attention of the other three operatives, "cheer up! Why am I the only one who's not upset about my birthday?"
Numbuh One, still a little bit upset about the previous month, scoffed and turned towards the television where Numbuh Three was watching a Rainbow Monkey cartoon with a glazed look in her eyes. Numbuh Four was enthusiastically hitting a punching bag. Numbuh Four sighed, neglecting the punching bag, and turned to his friend. "Numbuh Two, how long have we all known each other?"
Numbuh Two thought for a bit, finding a seat on the couch next to Numbuh One. "Well, as a group, I would say almost five years. Individually," he paused thinking it over, "it ranges." This was true. Hoagie had met Nigel one year before they joined the Kids Next Door, Kuki during their training session with around ten other new operatives, Wallabee two years before they joined up when the young Australian boy moved into the neighborhood, and finally Abby the day they all moved into the Tree House. Numbuh Two sighed sadly, walking towards the window. He pulled his goggles from his eyes as he stared out at the setting sun. "Tomorrow's the big day." He whispered. "I can't believe it's already here."
"Why is it when someone is dreading something, time seems to speed up," Numbuh Two jumped and spun around to face Numbuh Four standing next to him by the windowsill, "but when you want something to happen, it takes forever?" Numbuh Two laughed. Numbuh Four smiled as he leaned on the windowsill. "It's going to be so weird around here without you or Numbuh Five around."
"You still have Numbuh One and Three. It'll be fine," Numbuh Two answered and stared back outside. "Don't think of my decommissioning as me leaving. Think of it as a temporary vacation that I just won't come back from."
Numbuh Four scoffed. "Well, now I feel better!" The two boys turned to each other and laughed. Slowly, their laughter died down and Numbuh Four turned so his back was against a wall. "Don't forget me, okay," he whispered and held out a hand. Numbuh Two smiled softly.
"No promises, but I'll try not to." With that, he took his friend's hand and shook it.
A young boy stepped into the main control room of the Moon Base, nervously twirling his fingers. "Welcome," a voice, cloaked in darkness said, casting a pair of green eyes downwards, "Numbuh T." The young boy smiled as a young twelve-year-old girl stepped out of the shadows. Suddenly the lights in the room switched on and flooded the room in golden light. Numbuh Three-Sixty-Two smiled at the young boy. "Tommy, I would like to make you an offer. Should you choose to accept it, you will be reinstated into the Kids Next Door as a full time operative." Tommy Gilligan, formally known as Numbuh T, smiled widely and nodded, urging her to continue with her offer. "How would you like to be a part of the new Kids Next Door Sector V?"
Tommy's smiled swelled. "Are you serious?" Numbuh Three-Sixty-Two nodded and Tommy instantly ran up to her and hugged her. She smiled and returned the hug. "Can I still be Numbuh T?"
Her smile faded and she shook her head. "Sorry, Tommy, but you're going to be taking over Numbuh Two's title. Also, you're going to be the new leader once Numbuh One and Numbuh Three are decommissioned. Your new team will consist of Numbuh Three's little sister Mushi, Numbuh Eighty-Six's little brother Alex, my little sister Sonya, and of course Lee. Mushi will take over Numbuh Three's title just as Alex will take over Numbuh Eighty-Six's." Tommy nodded and turned to face one of the windows, staring outside at the earth.
He turned slowly back to the leader of the entire operation and saluted her. "I won't let you down, Numbuh Three-Sixty-Two. I swear it!"
"Welcome, Miss Sanban," an operative dressed in a pair of black jeans and a pink softball t-shirt said, opening a thick mahogany door, "to the training room." Mushi Sanban, who recently had turned eight, stepped inside the enormous room. The room had a very high ceiling, with huge pillars and platforms all around. The ground was made of a hard material, like sand that had been woven into rock, and the lighting was dim. There were trees inside the room that stretched their brances toward the ceiling, but then dipped across to the other side, and a stench was enemating from somewhere beneath what looked like a bog. The young girl swallowed the lump in her throat and noticed the other new recruits, three of which she immediantly recognized.
The first boy, a brunette with sapphire blue eyes, was named Anthony Uno, the cousin of Numbuh One. Anthony wore a pair of black jeans, a red pullover, and a red baseball cap twisted backwards. When he saw her, he smiled genuinely and tipped his head in a slight nod. She smiled back and gave him a small wave.
The second was obviously Wallabee Beatle's cousin, mostly because he looked almost identical to the older boy, with the exception of his eyes and haircut. Unlike Wally, Koala Beatles had a clean shaven haircut and dark mahogany eyes. He also wore a dark green button down shirt, khaki shorts, and a pair of dark green sunglasses. When he and Mushi made eye contact, he glarred and popped his gum inside his mouth. She sneered back at him and he playfully smiled.
The third and final one that she recognized was an African American girl who could only be the cousin of Abigail Lincoln. She wore a dark blue tank top, black shorts and white sneakers. She shifted her weight and flipped her hair at the young girl. Mushi smiled at the girl, whose name was Penny Lincoln, and she smiled back. The main operative smiled wickedly and snorted a laugh. "Good luck, newbies!" And with that, the door slammed shut, leaving the sixteen kids huddled together, waiting egarly for their training to commence.
Suddenly, and without warning, a huge array of attacks erupted. Time bombs in the floor went off, causing the kids to scream aloud and leap onto the nearest form of support.
Numbuh Three-Sixty-Two nodded approvingly as she watched a series of monitors, the coinciding cameras tucked away in objects in the training room. "Nice," she said passing by some more monitors to her left. Finally she paused at one as it focused on Mushi. "Agility must be in her blood," she noted, watching as the young eight-year-old dodged an oncoming target. Numbuh Eighty-Six dimly noted the comment on a clipboard as she followed her leader around. Numbuh Three-Sixty-Two then leaned forward and pushed a button on a control panel. On the screen, Mushi skidded to a stop as a pillar came crashing down, almost landing on her head. "Good traction. She's like a car. She can stop on a dime." Numbuh Eighty-Six nodded and scribbled the comment. "Sector V was a good choice. She would do well in that sector. They have proved to be the toughest and most loyal to our cause. Considering her older sister is currently an operative there, she most likely has been to the treehouse already."
Numbuh Eighty-Six nodded as Numbuh Three-Sixty-Two turned to another monitor, this time focusing on Anthony. On the screen, he had just done a triple back flip over a huge boulder that was coming towards him. Numbuh Three-Sixty-Two nodded. "Awesome reflexes. He would do wonderful in Sector B. Numbuh Fifty-Five would do well to have him on the team, and with a brilliant mind like his, he would be a great addition."
A few minutes of admiring Anthony's skills, and Numbuh Three-Sixty-Two turned towards a monitor behind her, her eyes casting over Koala, as he held his body up by one hand, balancing on a steel bar, and then landing gracefully on a platform some twenty feet in front of him. "He has wonderful balance and strength. Of all my years, I have never seen anyone do that kind of stunt and not get hurt. He must have taken gymnastics at some point in his life."
Numbuh Eighty-Six looked up from her clipboard. "Uh, Numbuh Three-Sixty-Two, where should we put him? All the sectors around the world would do well with him on their team." Numbuh Three-Sixty-Two thought for a moment and smiled. Numbuh Eighty-Six nodded and scribbled something down. "So he'll be a part of the Moon Base. He could specalize in balance and sleuthing. Unlike his cousin Wally, Koalaseems to be quite intelligent, and shouldn't get caught. Should I add him to the extra special training list?" Numbuh Three-Sixty-Two nodded and turned back to the other monitors, continuing with her work.
"No! No! No! You idiot children! Every plan you bring to be winds up in complete chaos! We had those stupid Kids Next Door three years ago, but you had to go and blow it by letting that crappy, snotty kid Tommy Gilligan in here!"
"But," five voices rang out in the air, mostly sounding worried, but there was a hint of defence in their tone, "Father..."
"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT!" The five thirteen year old children looked at each other worriedly. They heard a sigh and something that sounded remarkably like a whisky glass hitting a table. "Their main team is disbanding. Abigail Lincoln had her birthday a month ago, and Hoagie Gilligan's decommissioning is taking place tonight at seven." The shadows seemed to tremble as the host of the voice clearly had stood and started pacing, the slow even foot steps he took, resonnating off the stone walls. "My children," he began softly, making the five shudder, "call forth all the villians of the world. I...have a plan."
Numbuh Two sighed softly. In a few hours the shuttle to the Moon Base would come and carry him, Numbuh Three, Numbuh Four, and Numbuh One to the decommissioning rooms, and he would have his memory completely erased. "Growing up won't be so bad. I might even enjoy being an adult." He grunted to himself. "Yeah, like that would really happen. Being a kid is awesome!" He sighed again, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He suddenly found the sidewalk fascinating. "I can't believe today's the day."
He grunted as his shoulder smacked into something or rather, someone. "Watch it!" The voice sounded so familiar, almost haunting. Numbuh Two turned his eyes from the sidewalk and choaked on his breath as they fell on dark creamy skin.
"Abigail?" He asked, suddenly finding his voice. She gasped and turned away, but Numbuh Two grabbed her shoulders, pulling her into a huge hug. "Abs, I can't believe it's you!"
Abby looked at the boy hugging her and smiled softly, then changed her expression to one of fury. "Who the hell are you?" she screamed and shoved him to the ground. Numbuh Two landed and Abby stepped backwards. She gasped as she noticed the blood trickling down his elbow. Without another second, she tore from the scene, disappearing behind a building.
"Abby," Numbuh Two groaned in pain as he watched her disappear, "I...I love you. I can't believe you don't remember."
Numbuh One smiled. He could see the entire scene from where he stood, heard Numbuh Two's confession, heard Abby mutter how she was sorry, saw them crying together. Sure, his heart went out to both of them, but Numbuh Two would be decommissioned in a couple of hours. He pushed a little button on a homemade module and disappeared into the shadows.
"Hey, Abby," a voice called out from behind the thirteen-year-old girl, "haven't seen you in a while. Where you been, baby sister?" Abby sneered at her older sister Cree. The older girl was lying on the couch, messing with some sort of metallic gadget, with the television in static-snow mode.
"I was out, Cree. Not like it's any of your business, but I had something I needed to attend to," she said in her most venomous voice. Cree shrugged and stood up, walking to the stairway to block her sister's path to her room.
"Little sister, I know you just turned thirteen a month ago, and I would like to make you an offer. How would you like to join a little organization that helps adults and teenagers?"
Abby sneered. "What makes you think I wanna join you and Father?" She asked, turning toward the stairs. Suddenly, she froze.Cree's eyes narrowed threateningly, and immediantly Abby knew she had said the wrong thing.
"You escaped your decommissioning, didn't you?" Cree asked.
"Decommissioning?"
"Don't play dumb with me, Abigail! I'm not one of your little stupid friends!"
"My friends are not stupid!"
"So you do remember!" And with that, Cree threw her weight into her sister, knocking the younger girl backwards into the door. Cree pulled her arm back, preparing for a punch, but Abby grabbed the handle of the door, throwing it open. Cree fell forward into the yard, but grabbed Abby in the process, bringing her with her. "Admit it, Abigail! You remember all about the Kids Next Door, don't you?" She threw another punch, this time connecting with her cheek. "You escaped and you remember!" Another punch was thrown, and connected with Abby's jaw. The younger girl squealed in pain. "You remember Hoagie and Nigel and Kuki and Wally! You remember everyone! You didn't get decommissioned!" Cree stood panting at her little sister. Her fists were curled to her side as a tiny trickle of blood ran down her cheek. Abby had gotten one or two punches in, but Cree had beaten the younger girl up. "That was for lying to me." She said, and turned to head into the house. The door slammed shut, leaving Abby to lie on the grass.
"Shit," she muttered.
"Hoagie Gilligan," a voice called, as the decommissioning room doors opened. Hoagie sighed, approaching the chamber. He turned to his friends and nodded. Numbuh Three brushed away a few tears; Numbuh Four looked like he was holding back a huge sob, and Numbuh One just showed no emotion.
"I guess this is it, then," Hoagie said, rubbing the back of his head. Numbuh One smiled, slowing approaching his friend. "Numbuh One, I just wanted to say...I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what happened last month, and if I could change it, I would."
Numbuh One laughed. "I told you nothing happened between me and Abigail. Besides, she loves you, not me."
Hoagie choked on a tear. "Don't you mean she loved me? I saw her today, and she didn't even remember me." Numbuh One smiled apoligetically and Hoagie sighed at the double doors. "Might as well get this over with, right?" Numbuh One slowly nodded, and Hoagie turned away, walking towards the doors. "Bye, you guys. I'll miss you."
"Goodbye, Numbuh Two. You were an amazing operative," Numbuh One said, and saluted his friend. A few seconds later, the doors closed and Numbuh One turned to the remaining two members of his team. "Let's go home." And with that, they boarded the ship that Numbuh Two had made and were on their way home.
