Now Loading KND Operation: DARK MIRROR

Disclaimer: I do not own the Kids Next Door organization or show. I just wish I did. Oh, yeah, but own Numbuh 192,776, Numbuh 192, Numbuh 143, and Numbuh 76, Negatives 1-5, Negative 75.

Summary: What happens when an evil and more powerful version of the Kids Next Door from another dimension discovers and decides to invade our universe? One word: CHAOS!!! Can the KND beat them…or will they be forced to call for help from their dreaded enemies? Join them as they combat their worst foes ever: THEMSELVES!!!

Note from author: Hey, everyone! Thanks for the good reviews! Now, concerning the adding of the DNK agents from Operation: POOL, I may be able to add them to the characters but it will be a bit difficult since I have somewhat forgotten their altered character traits and physical differences. (People who still remember them could email me their profile so I can add them. That would be a big help). If I receive a profile with in the week, I may add them by the next chapter but I am still trying to organize the events after the first fight. If not, then I can't. Anyway…thanks!!!

Chapter 4: The Battle Begins

In the Kids Next Door battle Bridge(an addition due to the new refits and upgrades that is basically similar to if not the same to the Children Next Door's counterpart control room )…

Numbuh 1 was in the captain's chair viewing the giant screen in front of him while Numbuh 4 was busy with the controls of the defenses. All the senior crew(Numbuhs 1-5) were there, all of them preparing for the battle. Suddenly, red lights flashed around them with loud shrill alarms ringing around them. Instantly, all of the operatives in the tree house ran to man their stations.

"Numbuh 1, sensors indicate large invasion force headed our direction! The ETA(Estimated Time of Arrival) is 12 minutes and counting," reported the Numbuh 4, the Chief of Security.

"How big an invasion force are we talking about?" inquired Numbuh 1.

The Australian tapped a few keys on his console to show on the screen the colossal army headed for them and gulped as he answered worriedly, "Radar says they have 253 infantry, 185 armored vehicles, and 125 aerial units."

"What do we have to combat this?" inquired the leader.

"We have an arsenal," responded the chief, "249 foot soldiers, 145 tanks and armored vehicles, 88 bombers and interceptors. All are operational and ready for deployment."

"Well," said Numbuh 1 said in shock, "it seems we are out numbered. We have to position our troops for optimal hits and pray that the upgrades in our defenses are as good as they say they are. Contact Numbuh 192 immediately!"

"Eye, sir," Numbuh 4 responded and making the screen reveal an agent in red and blue uniform with black armor, 2 ammunition round belts from his shoulders to his waist, a belt around him also filled with ammunition with 2 mustard-bottle handguns and a bolo(an ancient Filipino sword) he never used on people but was he utilized more for looks than for use, and a soda-bottle rifle on his hand.

"Orders, kapitan(captain)?" he asked giving his new administrator a salute.

"Organize the troops immediately into 'Defense Pattern G-Alpha-Zero-Delta!!!' The enemy forces will arrive in… (gazes at his watch)…8 minutes so be prepared!!!" ordered captain to the newly appointed leader of KND Reinforced Defense Forces.

"Eye, sir!"

"Don't forget," reminded Numbuh 1, "they have biological and nuclear weapons! Tell your troops to use their newly modified B.I.R.T.H.D.A.Y. suits. Over and out!!!"

In the monitor, the senior crew saw the troops running to their positions toward the road blocks. walls, defenses, etc. The soldiers quickly threw sand bags and other things to make a barracked to make the invasion as difficult as possible for the CND. Laser machine guns, teddy-bear and orange juice carton bazookas were installed everywhere. The soldiers were clearly visible due to the light emitted by the protective laser shielding around them by their bizarre looking suits with an umbrella part on the head, where the laser shielding came from. On their posts, all the soldiers were ready with their weapons in place. All of them nervously waiting, waiting, waiting…

Soon, they could feel the ground shaking beneath them and could see the enemies headed right for them. When the time came, Numbuh 192 pulled his sword out of the sheath, waved it in front of him, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "ATTACK!!!"

All of a sudden, the peaceful scenery was changed into a tense battlefield. Laser beams shot everywhere. Troops from all sides collapsed from being hit. Soldiers were running into soldiers and striking each other down with their fists, feet, rifle butts, and anything they could get their hands on. Amidst the confusion and pandemonium, cries of fear, pain, and violence filled the air. Finally, the number of in coming enemy soldiers went down.

The wave of troops was over and an armored and aerial assault was just about to start. As tanks rolled into the defensive position, their KND counterparts and bombers also advanced. The aerial support greatly helped the stressed KND infantry and outnumbered tank division until CND fighter planes shot out of the sky and started shooting them down. Just then, KND interceptors flew in to defend the bombers. All were too busy to notice giant rectangular box-like aircrafts discharge smaller versions of themselves into the tree house.

Shooting enemy units using their new defense system, Numbuh 4 was suddenly interrupted by a beeping in his console. Gasping, he quickly targeted those small boxes and tried to shoot them all down. But this was in vain those school bus sized crafts were too many. With great force, they intentionally crash landed into the tree house knocking all operatives in it out of balance. Out of these things, flooded enemy soldiers attempting to take over the facility.

"Intruder alert!!! Intruder alert!!! Intruder alert!!! Intruder alert!!!" rang the rang the speakers all over the tree house. Kids Next Door agents ran to halt their hostile offensives in their base. All their work was in vain, however, for the CND troops from their division were very, very well-trained, too well-armed, and experts in their job.

"They're near Main Engineering!!!" shrieked Numbuh 4 as he told them that they were coming closer and closer to the power rooms where all vital processes were made by the machinery, where new technology was being planned, built, tested, and perfected, "They'll knock the defense mechanisms out of power making us utterly defenseless!!!"

"In that case," Numbuh 1 said loading the rifle on his hands, "it's time for us to fight and make sure they don't. This is our universe and our organization. Let's show them that we won't let them take over it and make it into a duplicate of the hell-hole they have. Kids Next Door, battle stations!!!"

All those in the bridge readied their weapons like their leader and prepared to go to stop those invaders… all but one.

"Numbuh 4,?!" the captain asked amazed that his highly aggressive Chief of Security who loved to go to battle wasn't doing anything, "Aren't you coming?"

"I-I-I can't," answered Numbuh 4 looking down in sorrow, "Since I'm the only one, aside from you, who can re-activate and control the defenses and we need the defenses as soon as possible and there wouldn't be enough time to sprint from Main Engineering to the Bridge, I-I have no choice… I can't go."

Seeing his self-sacrifice and wanting to encourage his friend, Numbuh 1 said with a smile, "Don't worry, Numbuh 4. You'll fight, all right. Not for now but you will. I promise."

"Need some of us here for security?" asked Numbuh 5.

"Nah, that won't be needed." Numbuh 4 answered loading his soda-bottle rifle, "I can defend myself."

"Very well," said Numbuh 1 tuning to the others and repeating his order, "Kids Next Door, battle stations!!!"

They all ran to the elevator, which was the only way out of the room.

Suddenly, the lights went off.

"I hope they didn't do any major damage there," Numbuh 2 said with a serious face, "I worked hard on the those hamster-run generator upgrades."

"So, how do we get out now?" inquired the African-American to their leader.

"Hm…" thought Numbuh 1 aloud.

"Aha!!" he shouted quickly shooting the right side of the wall with his rifle and revealing a crow-bar.

"Great!" the second-in-command said sarcastically, "a crow bar will help us get out of this thing."

"Actually," Numbuh 1 said forcing one end of the tool into the crevice of the door and straining, "it is. Now everyone, give me a hand."

Soon, they got through and were able to get down by opening a latch on the floor of the elevator, connecting a long rope to one of the chairs stuck to the carpeted ground, and rappelling down to the level they had to go to using climbing equipment, in their case Deck 17. Before long, they were walking down the dark, quiet halls to their goal. As soon as they were a few meters from their destination, they heard voices.

"Nikoli, there is no need to trouble yourself with guarding this place. No on, absolutely no one, would come to raid us. As a matter of fact, I doubt that there are any other people in this tree house. All of them are outside fighting," a Turkish accented person said.

"By Stalingrad!! Don't you remember what happened last time, Abdul? We were nearly captured in out last mission. I don't want that! I'd rather be 'foolish' than be captured by the enemy," a Russian sounding operative answered.

"Shut up, both of you!" said an American trooper to the others, "I— "

Suddenly, lasers shot out of nowhere knocking him out before anymore could be said.

"By Allah!!!" shouted Abdul as he rushed to their arms.

"Now, what did I tell you?," Nikoli said trying to shoot Numbuh 5 before being struck down otherwise by Numbuh 1.

"Aiii!!!" shrieked Abdul as he fell from Numbuh 2's fire.

"That was easy," the corpulent operative said as he walked to into the power room.

The lights went on.

"Too easy," Numbuh 1 added, "by the way, where are the other troops?"

"I'm glad they only disconnected the main power line," Numbuh 2 said, "I only had to snap it back in place for it to work."

Numbuh 1 called the Security Chief in the Bridge asking, "Status, Numbuh 4?"

To Numbuh 1's surprise, the response was an interrogation, "Who are you? How am I sure that you're the real Numbuh 1 and not his opposite? What's your KND security identification number? What did I give you on your birthday? What was your sickness on the 21st of January of this year? How…"

Answering the questions to relieve Numbuh 4's reasonable doubt he answered, "Numbuh 1, KND-1496-82-5, the Union Jack(British flag) I hang in my walk-in closet, I was never sick in that day though I received an injury to my arm the day after. Any more questions?"

"Hmmm…come to think of it, you're right. I meant the 21st of June, but since you answered it correctly anyway, glad to hear you, Numbuh 1. The security and defense systems are working at optimal performance. Good work to you guys!" he said from the communicator.

"Where are the other enemy troops? There are supposed to be many but I only see three," inquired the leader.

"Sensors indicate that they are headed for Numbuh 192's defense forces. Probably, they plan to attack them from behind to catch them off-guard and destroy or disable all KND facilities behind the barricade. We have to warn Numbuh 192 and stop them," reported the Chief of Security.

"Thanks, were headed there as soon as Numbuh 2 here is done tying up the three CND operatives. Over and out!" said Numbuh 1 releasing the 'transmit' button on his hand.

"Kids Next Door, move out!!" cried the leader reloading his rifle. And leading the way.

Meanwhile, outside, the battle was getting ugly. The KND soldiers were getting desperate as the incoming troops didn't seem to be stopping. Numbuh 192 was shooting the enemies around him as quickly as his nerves allowed him but his foes just seemed to be multiplying and multiplying. Explosions were everywhere as enemy tanks only made things worse.

"Tanks!!!" he shrieked in utter fear as they drew ever nearer to him and his running and shooting wasn't doing anything but exhausting him.

He quickly, threw his mustard-bottle handgun into his scabbard and pulled out his communicator.

"Numbuh 192 to 76, do you read me?!" he shouted into the radio as loud as he could to make his voice heard from the defining sounds of battle around him.

"Numbuh 192 to 76, do you read me!?!" he cried out in utter terror as three tanks were following him and trying to hunt him down, "I need you!!! Get your bazooka and shoot these things down for me!! Please help!!!"

In response, he saw the agent run in front of him with his rocket launcher and mortar cannon team and send a hail of ammunition rounds and explosive projectiles into the armored vehicles of death. Numbuh 192 hid his communicator and pulled out his mustard gun while in front of the team that had saved his life.

"Thanks a lot! For a moment there, I thought I'd die from either being shot or run-over by tanks," thanked the operative, "Now what's your status report?"

"A'most outta ammo," the Irish Numbuh 76 reported, "We'll havta retu'n to the wa' factories or the sto' rooms soon."

"Then, I'll escort you and your team in case you run into enemy troops," said Numbuh 192 as they ran to the facilities, "I may need to get new ammo, too."

Suddenly, he heard his communicator crackle, "Numbuh 1 to 192, do you read me? Negative agents are headed for you and your team for a surprise attack and are also headed for our facilitates around the tree house probably to take over them! Warn your troops IMMEDIATELY and always be on your guard!!! Over and out!"

"Numbuh 192 to 1, thanks for the warning. We were headed for the store room when you warned us. Over and out," reported the commander of the leader of KND Reinforced Defense Forces to his leader.

No sooner had Numbuh 192 warned his troops of the threat and ordered them into a new defensive position had they reached the ware house. It was open and dark probably as an advantage to the enemies inside it. The ground around it was filled with footprints. Also the lock showed some tampering, specifically it was melted and glowing bright green.

"We have no weapons or armaments that cause that effect," thought the agent motioning the team behind him to stay silent and be alert for any surprise attack. He reloaded his rifle and mustard gun. Cautiously, he and the others crept into the building in front or them. To compensate for the darkness, he pressed a button near the trigger causing a small flashlight to fold out at the barrel end of his rifle. The light shone nothing but boxes and crates, some opened and some closed. Then, he heard a sound in the room next to him. What was it?

Suddenly, a cry of a familiar British captain was heard, "I knew it! Kids Next Door, BATTLE STATIONS!!!" and again, "What!?! Intruders!!! Children Next Door, ATTACK!!!"

Next he heard an exchange of laser fire, taunts, from each of the two warring parties, and explosions. Shutting off his rifle light and peeking from an open door, he saw two almost identical groups combating each other. It was Numbuhs 1-5(excluding Numbuh 4, of course) and Negatives 1-5!!!

But which was which? How would he know? Suddenly, an idea struck him. Briskly but quietly, he pulled out his communicator and called one of the agents. "Numbuh 192 to1, Numbuh 192 to1, do you read me?" he called out.

Immediately, he saw one of the agents in the group to the right pause from the firing and draw out his communicator to say, "I read you loud and clear, Numbuh 192? Where are you?"

"In that case," the voice in his communicator said, "you've got yourself an advantage."

"Huh?" asked the puzzled captain in sheer confusion.

Out of nowhere came the cry, "FIRE AT WILL!!!"

A barrage of rockets, explosive mortar shells, and laser beams struck an utterly surprised negative group.

"What's going on here?!" shouted Negative 1 as he and his band ran dodging their attacks looking for somewhere they would be safe from this terrible attack.

Outnumbered and outgunned, the group couldn't take it anymore and raced to the gate.

"Fall back!!!" ordered the evil leader and turning to two other CND operatives behind a cage, "Release the genetically modified meat loaf and retreat!!! We should all advance to attack the resistance forces on their barricade. When they are all defeated in our little surprise attack, the base will be ours!!!"

The ground shook as the creature walked into the room. The agents were suddenly hurled clear across two crates of supplies instantly breaking open the wooden boxes. The KND stood in awe as they realized how strong exactly this 'thing' was.

"Kids Next Door, attack '4-G-Quadra!!!'" ordered Numbuh 1 seeing that the creature was walking toward them. The Kids Next Door ran around the enemy shooting as they went shooting as they went and broke off scattering while still attacking. Nothing worked. The lasers, the mortar shells, the rockets…none of them had the desired effect. He had solid-bone armor around him protecting him from any external attack. All the weapons did was make it madder and madder.

Finally, it was just a few meters away from the them. It was only a matter of time before it would slaughter them all with its brutish strength. Taking responsibility for his team and wanting to save their lives, he quickly grabbed a grenade from an open box, held it out in front of his team and said, "Come another step closer to my friends and you'll be sorry."

They creature punched him clear across the face and also clear across the room. Suddenly, Numbuh 192 jumped in front of the meat loaf bolo drawn in his hand and the grenade that fell from the fallen leader in his other. "Halt! Or die!!!"

The creature stepped forward with a twisted smile on his face. Taking his word, Numbuh 192 jumped forward, slashed it on the chest, and kicked it on the face. Angrily, slammed its fist into the agent's top of the head pushing him face down, picked him up, gave him a good punch into the abdomen and threw him down. As the fist touched his belly, he felt an unusually sharp pain rip into his stomach and organs and come out the other side(What? How could that happen?). Even more angrily, Numbuh 192 hacked into the thing's knee, pulled the pin of the grenade, chucked the explosive into the shrieking monster's mouth. Down it went into that beast's gut. BOOM!!! Within seconds, the monster exploded. It's pieces were scattered around the room. Finally, the thing was dead.

Despite the violent pain in his belly, there was a smile in the young warrior's face for he had slain the beast that threatened to kill his friends and allies. But he wondered, "Why does it hurt so much? It was only a punch. It's not supposed to do that." He placed his hand on the hurting area of his body and felt something. Looking down, he saw red on his hand and, on his armor, crimson. "Dugo?(Blood?) Paano?(How?)" Looking around, he saw something he hadn't seen on the creature's fist when he first examined it to see how dangerous it was. He saw… retractable claws. "Crud!" he exclaimed in his mind. As the world around him grew ever darker, he started looking sensation all around his body, and his hands were getting more relaxed, the last sounds he heard were the clanging of his sword on the hard wooden ground, the thud of him falling on his knees, and the sound oh him falling flat on his face. Nothing more…

"We have to get him to sickbay immediately!!!" exclaimed Numbuh 3 seeing that he was loosing a great amount of blood.

"But how?" Numbuh 2 said in return, "Sickbay is too far from here and, by the time we get there, he'll…well… you know…die."

"No one dies in my in my tree house," Numbuh 1 said getting up from the terrible blow inflicted on him sometime earlier, "especially after what he's done for us and for the organization. We must all think of something and quickly."

"I know," exclaimed Numbuh 2, "My colleagues and I have been experimenting on transporting a piece of matter from one place to another by converting it into energy, sending it to another place, and reconverting it to matter. That might work here! I just need someone in Main Engineering to activate the device."

"Well, how safe is it?" inquired Numbuh 1.

"I'm still working on few very minor problems," the Chief Engineer said, "but it's still pretty safe. I tried it on a hamster and, to my knowledge, it's still ok."

"Any other suggestions?" asked the leader.

"Very well, Numbuh 2," he said seeing ho response from the others, "Do what you kneed to do."

Numbuh 2 quickly pulled the injured agent's communicator and called out, "Numbuh 2 to anyone near or on Main Engineering, please respond!"

After two more repetitions, they heard someone say, "I read you loud and clear, Numbuh 2. What do you need?"

"Numbuh 143, it's good you're the one who answered," Numbuh 2 told the person who happened to be one of the people who was helping him in his 'transporter' project, "I need you to go to our transporting device and transport someone to sickbay."

"Who?" asked the operative in concern.

"Numbuh 192," answered the Chief Engineer, "Hurry! He's loosing blood!"

"Immediately," responded the other engineer, "just give me the frequency of his communicator so I can get a 'target lock' and place it on top of him. I'll do the rest."

"The frequency is…(looks to the side of the machine)…85.97" answered, "In 5 seconds, the communicator will be on him."

He carefully placed the device on the agent. In seconds, he become a long spark of electricity and flew toward the tree house at a great speed.

"Wow!" exclaimed Numbuh 1, "You made that?"

"Yup!" answered Numbuh 2 with a smile of pride.

"Oh, wait," Numbuh 1 said remembering the battle going on outside, "Arm yourselves, everyone!!! Reload all weapons and grab some ammunition rounds! Everyone to the battlefield!!!"

All of them went out shooting negative agents and defending the tree house. Soon, in two hours, the CND were retreating. With their miscalculations in how they should have shut down the power generators, how many soldiers to guard it, and their 'surprise' attack on the KND Reinforced Defense Forces from behind unsuccessful, their primary invasion was a failure. However, their mission was not.

In the fleeing rectangular raiding crafts, a victory party was starting.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!" laughed the evil tyrant with a sly smile on his face, "As usual, our invasion was a failure. But unknown to them, we have something they need to survive and, now that we have it, their victories will come to an abrupt end. The fools, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!"

Back in the Kids Next Door tree house…

"Numbuh 192 was critically injured," Numbuh 3 reported, "but he'll make it. He'll have to be off-duty for a few weeks, though."

"Well, that's good to hear," said Numbuh 1 to the Chief Medical Officer, "I'll tell the others. Oh yeah, we'll be around fixing whatever damage the foes caused. Call us whenever you need us, ok?"

"OK," she told him turning around to head for the bridge, "I'll see if Numbuh 4 is injured or anything. I'll call you when I find him. See ya!"

A few minutes later…

"OK, people," said Numbuh 1 to everyone around him with weapons on one hand and toolboxes on another, "Under Numbuh 2's instructions, we will all have to start crucial repairs on…"

Suddenly the door burst open revealing a very troubled and disturbed Numbuh 3 barely able to mutter what she was trying to say.

"Numbuh 3," the leader said holding her by the shoulder and looking at her eye-to-eye, "You have to calm down. Take a few deep breaths and calm down. Then, tell us what happened."

Within a few seconds Numbuh 3 was able to tell them the very terrible new she had to tell them.

"N-N-Numbuh 4…h-he's…gone!"

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There it is KND Operation: DARK MIRROR Chap. 4!!! So what do you think of it? What did Numbuh 3 mean be 'gone?' Does she mean 'dead' or 'captured?' How will the whole crew react to this? What happens in the next invasions by the CND? Find out in the next adventure Chap.5!!! (I'm still thinking of a title for the chapter. Hopefully, I'll think of it.)