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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: Aaaaarrrrrrggghhh! Due to some freak computer error, I can't call myself Numbuh 192,776. won't allow numbers in my name and my name has to be shorter that a certain mumber of characters. So, I am forced to call myself Numbuh Hundred Ninety-Two, but I will still sign my reviews as Numbuh 192,776. Hopefully, in a few days, this freak error will be fixed and I will be able to get that name back. So, I pray that God will have someone fix that and by that name no one has taken that name yet. So please, don't ever take that name from me and take it upon yourself. PLEASE! I'll do anything! Numbuh 192,776 is mine!

Once again, I am so very, very sorry about the long wait. As I had said earlier, I have been very, very busy in my high-school work and had a MASSIVE writer's block. Only now have I been able to fix the loop-holes, contradictions, and discontinuities in my main plot. If I find no discontinuity in my newly revised major plot, the DNK agents I had promised earlier will be on the next chapter. Anyways, bye and God bless! And thanks for the good reviews!

PS This chapter may be a bit shorter and of lower quality but this is were the plot starts to unfold. All the other chapters were still the introduction. Anyway, sit back, read and R&R. And as I had stated before, thanks for the good reviews!

Chapter 6: The Death Sentence

In the London Kids Next Door tree house…

"Are you certain that the Children Next Door will be sending an invasion force to the Paris tree house in less then two days?" asked Numbuh 1 in surprise.

"Eye," Numbuh 86 replacement Chief of Security reported to her leader handing him a piece of paper, "That's what the intelligence reports are saying. Heindrich vor Marzipan translated it himself from the original German. We must be quick to warn them, though. The Children Next Door are quick in action."

"Very well," Numbuh 1 said to the Chief of Communications in the other side of the room, "Open a communications channel with the our French comrades. We must warn them immediately of the threat!"

Instantly, the big monitor showed the KND symbol and the French Armed Forces logo. But much to their surprise, instead of a KND agent in French standard uniform, they found Negative 1 smiling at them behind the famous Paris Tower(yes, another name for Eiffel Tower). Numbuh 1 and all the others in the bridge stood motionless in astonishment. The bridge members meaning: KND senior staff(Numbuhs 1-5, 86, 192, and those who work in the bridge) and some non-members(Mr. Boss, Father, The Delightful Children, Heidrich von Marzipan, the Toilenator, others).

"Bonjour, capitaine(Hello, captain)," the dictator greeted them smiling a sardonic smile that sent shivers down the bridge members' spines, "You couldn't have chosen a better time to contact me, Numbuh 1. I was just about to call you."

Cutting to the chase, Numbuh 1 glared at his negative counterpart and asked, "What are you doing here? And what have you done to the French KND?"

Smiling even more, the despot said, "Oh, nothing really. We just took them by surprise. Right now, we're just disposing of them. Why do you ask?"

Numbuh 1 said nothing.

"Say, Numbuh 1, does this look familiar to you?" Negative 1 inquired slyly holding up a smoking black French hat with the KND logo embedded on it, "Does it?"

"That beret is a French standard piece of uniform," explained Numbuh 1 confused, "That could be anyone's. Why do you ask?"

"Captain," his evil version said in frustration, "you disappoint me! Does this refresh your mind?"

He lifted a charred corpse in uniform with skin like that of a roasted chicken found in fancy restaurants and a familiar face with the look of utter terror. Everyone gasped in horror and took some steps back, Numbuh 1 even more and with a face that turned pale.

"Does it?" repeated the blood thirsty autocrat smiling again after seeing that he had accomplished his desired goal, "Well, does it, captain?"

"Its-its" the horrified Numbuh 1 tried to utter but couldn't seem to after witnessing the trumatic sight of a lost comrade. With a face filled with realization and grief, he continued his sentence, "It's Numbuh 287, Jean Compatissant. W-we went to the Academy together…w-we were like brothers…an-and we were best of friends!"

Negative 1 grinned even more placing the hat on his head asking, "Well, Numbuh 1, do I look perfect with it or do I look perfect with it? Grand isn't it? I'll take it!"

Not surprisingly, anger started to rise in Numbuh 1 and it was a level of anger he had never experienced before. He was so engaged at that point, that he would have ripped Negative 1 limb from limb if here were only there. Such fury built up in the enraged leader that he forgot that Numbuh 4 was still in his custody. He began to make demands.

"GIVE THAT BACK TO NUMBUH 287, YOU FREAK!" commanded Numbuh 1 in utter fury, "OR YOU WILL DIE!"

Negative 1 looked at Numbuh 1 in a perplexed manner.

"Captain, captain, captain," the tyrant said shaking his head, "Are you so blind that you can't see that he is dead? Why would I return to him this hat if he's already…deceased? What harm can he do to me? What can I gain by doing so? Nothing!"

"Have you no morals?" asked Numbuh 1 still angry, "you've already killed him and set afire his corps. Do you still need to offend him any further? At least, be good and return to him a piece on his dignity! He deserves it like any other respectable fighter!"

"Actually, he doesn't," Negative 1 said in response with a cold disposition, "He was both stupid and a coward. Seeing that we far outnumbered him and his troops, he was stupid enough to do his best to allow as many of them to escape and sacrificed himself for their sake when, just after we torched him alive, we were able to get to them and kill them as well. His senseless sacrifice was of no use and was worth nothing, the stupid Frenchman! They're all fools!"

Then, remembering what he originally wanted to say, the despot said, "Oh, and to all you Kids Next Door operatives, I have some news for you concerning the welfare of you worthless agent, Numbuh 4."

Everyone in the bridge looked at him.

"I'm here," replied Negative 1 with a smile, "to announce his he will die in three days."

"What!" exclaimed Numbuh 1 in shock, "You demented freak!"

"What have you done to him!" demanded Numbuh 3 in concern.

"Oh, nothing yet," the tyrant reassured her and the others, "His execution will take place in three days. Although we did 'interrogate' him and did drug him a couple of times, he's still well and you have no need to worry about that."

"And what do intend to do with him?" inquired Numbuh 1 raising an eyebrow.

"That's none your business!" hissed the tyrant in response, "He is a CND POW(Prisoner Of War) and his death is our business and ours alone! We are only to announce to it 3 days before hand. And trust me, that's all you need to know and all you would want to know."

"Listen," growled Numbuh 1 trying to be more assertive, "He's still a registered KND agent and, as his commanding captain, I demand to know what you intend to do to him!"

"Foolish, foolish Nigel Uno," Negative 1 responded once again disappointed, "I was thinking you would know better. Normally, we would send the remains of the deceased POW back to his or her own team, but since you have violated that CND agreement of 1948, I'm afraid you have just traded away the privilege of giving him a proper burial with useless information of his cause of death. Unfortunately, such is the case. For two days, we will torture as usual and, and on the third day, we will bind him and hurl him into… (grinning creepily)the acid!"

Everyone in the room gasped in horror at the final words of the evil tyrant. But still smiling, he looked up at them and said, "Anyway, to torment you more, I think I'll have my Chief of Security send you copies of our 24 hour security footage of him starting the day he first arrived in our hands."

Turning to his right, he shouted, "Hey, Negative 4! Come here, you worthless indolent fool! Send them a copy of the security surveillance of their captured friend…yes, yes…all the footage from all the CND tree-houses he's been to! Yes, yes, do it, you stupid fool and that's an order!"

"Stupid fool," he grumbled and turned to them, "Just about now, you should be receiving the video files. (Grinning again) I suggest the you see the first footage. It's quite hilarious, really, seeing him screaming and shouting in vain when his chances of escape is really quite slim. Haha! I really have to go now. Berlin is next on my list. Bye! Or as they would say, 'Auf Wiedersehen!'"

He showed a thumbs-up sign pointing to him with his right hand and made the 'cut' or 'kill' symbol by bringing it across the left side of his neck to the right. Instantly, the screen went blank and Numbuh 5 and Numbuh 3 looked up to their leader for a response. Numbuh 1 placed his hands to his face in distress and told himself, "This was is terrible. I have lost one fried and, in three days, I will lose another…and, worst of all, I am helpless to do anything to stop them."

"Can't we save him, Numbuh 1?" asked Numbuh 3 in deep concern hoping that he would say 'yes.'

"Yeah," Numbuh 5 said to support her Japanese friend, "Couldn't we, like, infiltrate their base or something, boss?"

"No, we can't," the leader responded with a woeful tone, "We don't even know where he is. Even if we did, we don't even have the permission from Global Command. As I had stated before, we can do nothing."

"Numbuh 1," Heindrich von Marzipan said looking at him form his appointed post of Communications, "I have just received ze video files from our enemies. But look at zis, Numbuh 1. It's not a video file but a word file. Look vhat it says, too."

Numbuh 1 looked at the German's console and saw a particularly strange message, indeed. It said:

"Sie zerstören, aber werden nicht gesehen.

Sie töten, aber werden nicht gehört.

Sie erschrecken Sie, aber

Sie schreien, um sie zu sehen.

So seien... vorbereitet Sie

Negativ 4

PS gutes Glück"

"Um, Heindrich," he said, "I can't read it. It's in German."

"Oh, yah. Forgot that," Heindrich said translating it, "It says:

"They destroy but are not seen.

They kill but are not heard.

They will terrify you but

you will scream to see them.

So be prepared…

Negative 4

PS good luck"

"Hmm," thought Numbuh 1 aloud, "You're right. It is peculiar. And with 'So be prepared' seems to be implying that they may want to attack us next. The only problem is that, why would we want to meet them?"

"And why would the Chief of Security want to help us, anyways," Numbuh 5 added in equal suspicion, "Perhaps its a trap."

"But, if it's a trap," Numbuh 2 though with them, "How could they benefit from telling us this? Normally, traps would have us go to a rigged battle in which defeating them would be impossible. I don't see that here."

"Just one sing," Heindrich asked them, "Did I hear correctly zat zey plan to attack Deutschland next?"

"Dutch-land?" asked the British leader in confusion, "Never heard of it."

"Germany," the Second-in-Command informed him.

"Oh, yeah," remembered Numbuh 1, "We have to warn KND Berlin of the coming attack and also warn them on these invisible assault weapons the mysterious message seems to imply to us."

"Perhaps we should also give the document to them," suggested Numbuh 2, "Maybe they can make more sense of it we can."

"You may be right," agreed the leader instruction, "Make it so, Mr. Marzipan."

"Eye," the German said starting to prepare it, "I'll have it scanned for any and every viruses, tracers, Trojans, or any other digital pests possible. We'll have it fully prepared in minutes."

"Good," responded Numbuh 1 also telling him, "By the way, Heindrich, open a communications link between us and KND Germany, would you?"

"Eye, Kapitän," he responded tapping a few buttons on his console…

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Meanwhile, in Paris, Negative 2 and many other operatives were working on the Eiffel tower attaching new satellite dishes and revolving antennae in the tower. And on each of the ends of the square shaped base of the tower, minaret-like structures were also being built and, both in the structures and in the famous spire, computers and gadgets were being installed. As this work was being done, Negative 1 looked at the Chief Engineer who was soldering a few circuits together, "Negative 2, are all going according to schedule?"

"Eye, sir!" reported Negative 2 still focused on his work, "If all goes well, by tomorrow, we'll just be tuning the device and, by the day after, it will be fully operational."

"Good," Negative 1 said smiling grimly, "In two days, all of Europe will be mine! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! MINE!"

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Some time later in London, the negotiation with KND was over and the Germans promised to reinforce their barricades and to help them solve that strange riddle. Numbuh 1 was sitting in his Captain's chair with reports in front of him and was in deep thought.

"You ok?" Numbuh 5 asked in concern looking at him.

"Um…I'm ok," the captain said trying to hide his face in the reports, "I'm fine."

"Really?" the Second-in-Command asked raising an eyebrow, "I can recognize that look and response anywhere, Nigel Uno. If you're trying to hide something, you're not doing it so well. What's the problem?"

"Well," Numbuh 1 said grimly seeing that he couldn't hide it from her, "With France down, England's Southern Coast is fully exposed. We may be lose again. In the long run, we're already loosing ground and, soon, we'll have no more ground to loose…and, soon, we'll all be defeated…all we know, we could be killed."

Seeing his point, Numbuh 5 told him, "I get what you're saying…but that shouldn't stop us from doing our job."

"She's right, Numbuh 1," Numbuh 192 said placing his hand on his leader's shoulder, "And you're right as well. The fact of the matter is that we will all die. Whether we win the war of lose it, whether in our sleep or in the midst of battle, this fact remains. But that shouldn't stop us from our doing our job. We are soldiers, modern day warriors bent of defending our land and families from our foes. The question should be, 'Did we die doing our duty? Did we die in our appointed stations doing our jobs? Did we die with honor thinking of protecting others in our last moments of life?" Your dear friend did his job well and did it to the end. He sacrificed himself for his troops, whom he loved and wished to survive. He did his job well, sir. And I think that we should do job just as well."

"Well," Numbuh 86 said looking up to them from her Tactical console and pointing outside from the bullet-proof glass widows around the bridge, "It seem ya made that speech just in time Numbuh 192. Look!"

Indeed, from over the Big Ben and the British Parliament Building, s strange occurrence was happening. Even at a distance, there was visible rip in the space-time continuum. Above the two famous buildings, thunder and lighting lighted the suddenly darkened sky and a black tornado-like funned came down from the sky but stayed afloat. And from this thing came gigantic, black air ships that looked like blimps with huge bombs hanging from the bottom. The area where the crew stayed was also huge with cannons, missile launcher batteries, and other powerful weapons mounted upon them. Also, black cylindrical, cigar shaped vessels came out with armed similarly with those deadly blimps and with jet aircraft launching out of the front end. After a large and powerful air armada appeared form the portal, the "tornado" placed its spout down and released brigade after brigade of tank divisions and infantry units armed with laser rifles and machine guns, bazookas, mortar cannons, and all sorts of armaments. Finally, the tornado stopped and died down with the space-time continuum rip. Within less than 5 minutes, it was clear that this army was stronger and far more capable than what the Kids Next Door defense forces had. It was clear that they were far out-matched.

With a grim outlook, Numbuh 1 faced the Commander of the KND Reinforced Defense Forces and said, "It seems you were right. Numbuh 192, prepare the troops and bring them into position. It's time to give them all we've got. It's time to show them what we're made of. It's time for out final stand. It is time to die…"

"Um, captain?" Numbuh 2 said pointing at his console, "I think you have to see this. I think I've found a the ultimate weapon. Look!"

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There it is KND Operation: DARK MIRROR Chap. 6! So what do you think of it? Will this armada truly decimate the KND tree house? Whose army is this, a friend or foe? In such a time when the Kids Next Door are in desperate need for allies, who will come to the rescue? A sudden mission to Paris is given to troops of Sector V. What effect will it have on the KND and who decide to go with them? More importantly, will Numbuh 3 and 4 ever see each other again? Will they? Find out in the next adventure Chap.7 "Old Friends and New Allies"!