Kids Next Door

Operation: A.P.P.R.E.N.T.I.C.E.

Chapter 7

"Hey guys!" Numbah Thirteen greeted the Kids Next Door operatives in their tree house headquarters, "Where's the computer database thing, I finally found out who my dad really is!"

Numbah Fifteen raised an eyebrow, he remembered when Numbah Thirteen putting in "deceased" in the field of information about his father, "Hey, I thought your dad was dead?"

Numbah Thirteen shook his head, "Nope, that's just what my ma told me. You won't believe who my REAL dad is! It's kindda crazy, the computer is this way right?"

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"Holy chocolate milkshakes!" Numbah Eighty-Six exclaimed she had never seen anything like this in all her years at Kids Next Door; her eyes scrolled down a terminal screen her mind reeling with the possible implications of the data on the screen. "Well, I'll be darned…"

"Numbah Three-Sixty-Two, I think we need to call a meeting," Numbah Eight-Six said breathlessly, still in shock, she had decommissioned many operatives, but had never run across anything like this. "For everyone but operative Numbah Thirteen. Yes, everyone but Thirteen."

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"The Kids Next Door is an organization founded upon to fight adulthood, and to preserve our way of life." The tall blonde girl opened the meeting stating. Her words betrayed a British origin, she was known as a moon base operative however, she took Numbah Two-Seventy-Four's place on a rather interesting day when a to-be-decommissioned operative decided to run away.

"We are all bond together against a common enemy, and it is imperative in our business that we trust and rely on each other. I believe that to be our biggest strength." She grimaced as she started to explain the grim situation. "Recently, however, we received a notice from 'The Boss' that we have among us a traitor. Believing it to just be a trick to turn us against each other we investigated it only as a safety measure. We unfortunately uncovered some facts that indicate that it was not just a scare tactic."

"One of our number has listed a villain, who will go unnamed, as his father." Numbah Three-Sixty-Two paused, allowing the operatives to digest the news. "Although we are reluctant to do so, we must question where an operative's loyalties lie with such divided interests."

"I have never met the operative in question, nor has Eighty-Six," Numbah Three-Sixty-Two admitted. "Therefore we called this meeting, to hear from you, the operatives who have worked with him. I want to hear anything anyone has to say on Numbah Thirteen."

"Well, we only really worked with him once," Numbah One began, speaking for his team, as he didn't really have anything to say. "I mean, it was when we traded the Tolienator for him, he told us about the adults' plan, and we tired to foil it. Honestly, he was almost more harm than help, but it didn't seem intentional on his part."

"But he always get caught," Numbah Fifteen interjected with a slight drawl, a sharpness in his tone. "It seems like he's always getting caught by Mr. Boss or one of the other bad guys, normally one who works with Mr. Boss."

"Do you believe that he allows himself to be captured intentionally?" Numbah Eighty-Six asked gravely, wanting to make sure of such an accusation.

"At first he just seemed accident prone, but after a while, he was honestly just a hassle and brought us down a lot as a team," Numbah Eleven answered, throwing her two cents in.

Numbah Three-Sixty-Two frowned; she really didn't like making these difficult decisions. While there was evidence that Thirteen might be a spy, there was no proof.

"Well, he did break my Rainbow Monkey Vase," Numbah Three added, her brow furrowed almost angrily. "I think he is a spy!"

"I second that," Numbah Fourteen agreed standing up.

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"Aw darn it," Numbah thirteen groaned to himself, "Why did I have to get myself captured again?"

Numbah Thirteen shook his head; he was tired of doing this, of trying to investigate things, klutzing up and getting caught. He hated always having to call for help, but he knew getting out on his own was futile at best. With a sign, he twisted and shifted his arms in their restraints until he was able to hit a small red button on his wristwatch, the panic button. With that a signal was sent to the moon base, notifying them of his needing assistant.