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: As like before, I am still stuck with my name and can't reclaim my old one…which I miss so much. Anyway, thanks again for the good reviews! God bless!

Chapter 7: Old Friend and New Allies

In the KND London tree house surrounded by a large powerful army, Numbuh 2 was jumping with excitement.

"I've found the ultimate weapon!" he shrieked happily before singing it out in utter flee:

"I found the ultimate weapon!
I found the ultimate weapon!
I found the ultimate weapon!
I found the ultimate weapon! Ha-ha!"

"Numbuh 2, will you stop prancing around like an idiot and tell us about this ultimate weapon!" shouted Numbuh 1 in utter annoyance, "Do we have it? How do we use it? Where is it? And most importantly, do we have it?"

"No, ha-ha," responded the Chief Engineer still laughing, "We don't have it!"

"Well," the captain said now exasperated, "Where is it? Who has it? And what is it?"

"They are the ultimate weapon!" Numbuh 2 exclaimed pointing at the raging army in his screen.

"What!" Numbuh 1 shouted back, "We didn't need that!"

"Talk about the obvious," Numbuh 5 said with her hand on her face in shame.

"Boys…they never think," muttered Numbuh 86 from her Tactical console.

"No, no, no!" exclaimed the American operative attempting to explain before being interrupted, "What I mean is–"

"Numbuh 1," barged Heindreich von Marzipan who was placed in charge of Communications, "Ve are getting a transmission from their flag ship christened The Revenge. Should I transmit?"

"Go ahead, Mr. Marzipan," Numbuh 1 responded turning to the huge monitor in front of them, "Make it so!"

The monitor showed a dark bridge with a figure that standing alone in the gloom. With the great lack of light it was almost impossible to see the features of the person.

"Greetings, Kids Next Door," the figure said with a deep and dramatic voice, "Long time no see."

"OK," Numbuh 1 said with a glare of defiance, "Do your best to us, evil foe! We're prepared for your every move! We're not afraid of you! We'll never surrender, even if we have to fight to the last man…"

He saw Numbuh 5, 3, and 86 glaring at him.

"…or woman," nervously added the leader to ease tension in the room.

"Why, captain, ever do you mean?" the person asked as if surprised, but with a hint of thrill and deception in his voice before chuckling to himself at the last word, "We're here to help you."

"Who are you!" demanded the British captain in suspicion, "And who sent you?"

"You want to know that, don't you?" the figure asked beginning to walk closer and closer to the screen, Why, I am – hyalp!"

His statement was abruptly interrupted when he tripped just before he could be seen clearly. They saw a hand lifting up and say, "Negative Numbuh 2, what did I say about not organizing and hiding away the wires on the floor?"

"Well," a corpulent figure said walking within the visual range of the KND agents, "It was your idea to dim the lights and it was you who didn't give me enough time. It was your fault."

"Actually," the original figure, who could be seen as a bald kid, "It was Negative Numbuh 5's idea to dim the lights for a dramatic entrance, but I think we should have better planned and prepared for it."

"So, it was Negative Numbuh 5's stupid idea!" corpulent figure exclaimed before calling it off, "It was so stupid! She can be so embarrassing at times! OK people, turn on the lights again. Turn on the lights again! The deal is off!"

"Oh, come on!" the person said, "Give her a break, she just can't help it, for Pete's sake!"

"Stop defending her, Negative Numbuh 1!" shouted the person who was identified as Negative Numbuh 2, "It's annoying!"

The lights turned on.

"Oh, stop it already!" shouted someone who looked like Numbuh 3, "They can see us!"

"The Destructively Nefarious Kids!" cried out Numbuh 1 in utter surprise, "I can't believe it!"

"That's exactly what I was trying to explain!" Numbuh 2 exclaimed.

"So, you knew all along?" Negative Numbuh 1 asked Numbuh 2 also surprised.

"I hate to break it to you, but yes I did," admitted the Chief Engineer, "I saw that your atoms and that of your forces were quite different from that of ours and of the Children Next Door."

"Children Next Door?" inquired Negative Numbuh 1, "They're the enemies?"

"Yeah," Numbuh 1 said, "You know them?"

"No, not really," the negative version admitted, "We know very little of them. After a series of strange discontinuities in our space-time continuum, we thought it was you guys trying to find another way to ours. But after we found the that the pool in your world wasn't working, we decided to find out what was happening. It was hard convincing the DNK Global Command that this was important until each of our sectors' tree houses reported of identical, strange, spy-robots marked with the letters 'CND property.' Only then did Global Command take interest in this a week ago. After a lot of trial and error, we're finally here and know what's going on. With Global Command seeing them as a threat, we're here to help. Were yours to command, Numbuh 1, just give us all the info you have on them. We'll send them to all our superiors."

"Sure!" exclaimed the KND leader with a great big smile, "Anything for our allies!"

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Later that afternoon, all those in the tree house were in their stations working…but mostly eating and drinking the pizza, cake, root-beer, and ice cream sent to them in order of Numbuh 1 to honor the joining of forces of the Kids Next Door and the allies with the Destructively Nefarious Kids. Everyone was happy…well, everyone but distraught Numbuh 3, who was sitting by one of the windows of her room in the tree house looking up to the moon thinking of Numbuh 4 and the destined end that fate had so cruelly planned for him. And as she thought of the good times they had together and all the things said and done by them in their past adventures, she felt a tear roll down her cheek. Placing her sleeve up to her face to wipe it off, she called out in her sorrow, "Numbuh 4, where are you?"

Just then, her thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of her doorbell. Numbuh 3 stayed on her spot not caring who or what made the sounds. She, then, heard a familiar voice asking in concern, "Numbuh 3, you there? It's me Numbuh 5 and I've been looking for you." At once, the young Japanese operative responded by pressing the 'open' button on the console of the slide-in doors causing it to hiss open. Numbuh 5 saw her friend's troubled face and looked to her to try to comfort her.

"Thinkin' about Numbuh 4, huh?" she inquired in a sympathetic way.

Numbuh 3 nodded and started to cry.

"Aw, that's ok," the other operative taking hold of her, "He was a good friend, a great friend. It's a natural thing. Sure, he had his flaws. But he still helped us in our missions by helping us beat the bad guys. Don't worry. Soon, he'll be in a better place. We should all be happy for him. You, of all people, should be, too. We all have to let go at times, but that's a good thing. Our lives are destroyed, so we can lead new and better ones. Come on, celebrate with us. Who knows, maybe with our new allies, we might find him and rescue him at the last moment. Come, let's go."

"OK," Numbuh 3 said whipping away the tears, "Let's go. Thanks, Numbuh 5."

"Your welcome," Numbuh 5 said with a smile, "What are friends for?"

Their conversation was abruptly interrupted by Numbuh 1's voice form their communicators telling them, "Attention all bridge members and DNK agents Negative Numbuhs 1-5, your presence is requested in the bridge for a…um, well…senior members' party. Please, come immediately!"

"If I didn't know better," Numbuh 5 thought aloud, "the boss sounds too serious for a party."

"Hmm," Numbuh 3 agreed, "You're right. Let's go!"

And with that, the two girls dashed to the control room.

In the bridge, they found everyone in the room with some of them with party-hats on their heads and food and drink at hand. Numbuhs 1 and 86 were there with a grim appearance. The leader rose from his Captain's chair and told them with a very serious voice, "I have called you all here to tell you all of the latest intelligence report. And as you can probably tell, it is gravely important."

"So no party then?" Numbuh 192 asked before taking a bite of his cake and taking a sip of his root-beer float(basically ice cream on root-beer).

"Oh, come on," Negative Numbuh 1 exclaimed holding up his pizza, "Can't this wait until later?"

"Negative Numbuh 1," leader told him, "We have some very, very important information to tell you all and, if we don't do anything about it soon, we will have nothing to celebrate at all!"

"OK," Mr. Boss said with an impatient face, "what could possibly, be more important than this?"

"This can," Numbuh 1 said looking up to the Chief of Security, "Numbuh 86, show them."

The big monitor presented the image of the globe with Paris flashing and an red arrow pointing to the city entitled with, 'WARNING! WARNING!' The screen zoomed into the city showing them the Eiffel Tower with satellite dishes and rotating antennae.

"OK," Numbuh 192 said with a mouthful of cake and ice cream, "What's so important with the Paris Tower in the City of Lights?"

"From the City of Lights," Numbuh 1 said, "renamed 'the City of Ultimate Darkness,' Negative 1 plans to take over the world. The Eiffel Tower has been refitted with mind control devices to force all to bow his power. As you can see, this is important."

"Oh," Numbuh 192 said, "Then, I stand corrected."

"Also," Numbuh 1 said, "I have some good news. Although their tree house was almost completely decimated, the German Kids Next Door have made some sense of the strange riddle sent by Negative 4. It tells us that they have stealth ships and they also tell us that it is found by sonar. Strange, huh?"

"That does explain the 'they skill, but are not seen' part and the 'you shall scream to see them' parts but," Numbuh 2 said, "the 'be prepared' seems to tell us that we could be attacked soon. And that means my team and I will be very busy refitting the base with sonar devices and reconfiguring Tactical station."

"Well," Numbuh 3 said with a smile, "At least, we have some good news."

"Yeah," the British leader said, " but our sources tell us that the mind control device, called the Psychic Dominator(I got this name from Command and Conquer Red Alert 2: Yuri's Revenge, something I also don't own), will go on in two days. If we don't want all our work to be all for nothing and to be CND slaves for the rest of your lives, I suggest we'd better do something about it immediately."

"So," Numbuh 5 asked, "what's the plan, boss?"

"We infiltrate them," answered the leader, "We will lead a team into the Paris base of the CND. Sadly though, since our time is running out and we lack adequate intelligence reports, we only have that basic plan. The team will get in there, destoroy the Psychic Dominator, and get the Hell out of there. Any thoughts, suggestions, or volunteers?"

"Well," responded Numbuh 2 who was raising his hand, "I've been working on hacking into the CND Europe computer mainframe but the laptop I make for it requires the user to be in range of the target. Perhaps we can use this device to bring all enemy forces into our power."

"Perhaps," agreed Numbuh 1 looking at the others, "Any one else?"

"How do we get there?" inquired Negative Numbuh 1, "If we're supposed to get there as quickly and stealthily as possible, none of out modes of transportation will accomplish both of them at the same time. It will either get us there quickly but quite visibly or stealthily but too slowly. How do we get there?"

"Well," answered Numbuh 2 again, "We solved that problem with my newly revised inter-dimensional transporter. I just taught my brother the revised calculations for finding the correct coordinates."

"And our weapons?" inquired Numbuh 5, "What specialized armaments will we be using?"

"We and each of the KND allies will supply that. I'm sure that the DNK is also ready to supply some of them, right?" Numbuh 1 asked.

"Right!" agreed his negative with a smile.

"Good," the leader said, "who will volunteer to go on the mission? I am."

"Well," Numbuh 5 said, "If Numbuh 1 is going, I am, too"

"Since I am the one in charge of technology and you might need me, I'm in." Numbuh 2 said.

"As the Chief of Security," Numbuh 86 said from her station, "it is my duty to make sure that the captain is safe. And to do that, It seems I have to go, too."

"Vell," Hiendrich von Marzipan said in his thick German accent, "Putting to account zat ze Children Next Door is based on my langvage and ze fact zat none of you can read or speak Deutsch, it seems zat I have to go vith you also."

"It's a ghost recon/sabotage mission and I like those types of missions," Numbuh 192 said with a smile as he put away his food, "I going!"

"Are there free donuts?" inquired Mr. Boss, "If there are, I'm coming along."

"Yes," grumbled Numbuh 1, "but after we return from the mission."

"Then, I'm going," the adult said with a smile, "Any cause with donuts is a good cause."

"I'm going," Numbuh 3 said with a growl, "And it's for Numbuh 4! They will pay!"

"Hey, guys!" exclaimed the Toilenator, "I'm going, too!"

"Oh, Toilenator!" complained Mr. Boss in annoyance before whispering to Numbuh 1, "Do we have to bring him! He'll ruin everything!"

"Don't worry about anything," Numbuh 1 whispered back, "We'll only give him the minor, unimportant parts. Surely, he won't fail in those."

"Negative Numbuh 1, the leader told his opposite, "I, therefore, put you in charge of the London tree house. Happy?"

"Oh, crud," responded Negative Numbuh 1 with a bothered look, "I'm only in Chapter 7 of Leadership for Wise-guys! I'll never make it!"

"We can take over," The Delightful Children form Down the Lane said, "We and Father will certainly be able to adequately lead and defend the tree house while you all are away. Couldn't we?"

"Fine, fine," responded Numbuh 1 before whispering to his negative, "But you take over if they screw up! In that case, find a good leader. OK?"

"Agreed," Negative Numbuh 1 whispered back.

"Well," inquired Numbuh 192 with a smile while rubbing his hands, "When do we stop the talking and get to the gadgets?"

"Numbuh 2?" Numbuh 1 asked.

"Right now!" exclaimed the Chief Engineer with a hint of excitement, "To Main Engineering!"

Now, as they reached their final destination, Numbuh 2 told them with a smile, "Here we are, the ultimate place to find the finest in experimental combat technology. Main Engineering!"

"Wait a minute!" Numbuh 192 said seeing a flaw, "If we're finding the finest in KND weapons technology, shouldn't we be in the Armory Division?"

"Ha!" the Chief Engineer exclaimed, "Those weapons there are for babies! What's in the Armory is old technology already known by the enemies! What we need in this daring mission is the new stuff…the awesome stuff, top of the line equipment!"

And as they continued, they entered a room in with people readying some armaments for the agents.

"Numbuh 1," an elderly man in a black and white formal neck-tie attire told him, "I am Sir Edward George of Her Royal Majesty's Secret Service and have come to supply you with England's best. Let's get to business, shall we? Here is something interesting, one of my personal favorites."

"A Rolex watch?" Nigel Uno asked in bewilderment, "What on Earth does that do during an attack?"

"You'll see," the Secret Service agent chuckled, "Here, put it on. Now, that military refit IV Rolex serves dual purpose. Turn the time adjustment rod to the left and, look, it becomes a miniature radar device and counts all that don't have this small computer chip as an enemy. If you turn this to the right, on the other hand, switches to 'laser mode.' To shoot the laser, you press the adjustment rod down. Love it, too, don't you?"

"I must agree!" the leader blurted out with a smile, "This is really neat! I love it!"

"Now," the elderly man said holding op a cell phone, "Here's another one. Pressing '3' and '6' at the same time shoots out live electrodes with power enough to stun anyone 5 meters away from the front of this cell phone."

"Neat," Numbuh 1 exclaimed, "Thanks!"

"My pleasure," the British spy responded before walking out of the room, "Also, best of luck in the mission. And don't forget, failure in destroying the Psychic Dominator is not an option or all of the world will be lost. Good bye and God save the Queen!"

"Bye," they all called out to him, "Take care!"

Then, came a small chubby kid who looked like a miniature of the Chief Engineer. And as he walked to them, he called out grinning, "Hey, guys! Nice of you to drop by around here!"

"Tommy," Numbuh 2 exclaimed, "What are you doing here? I thought that you were busy studying the calculations to be done for the transporter coordinates! "

"I'm done with that," the younger operative said, "So, I was put in charge of giving you your upgrade. Also, since I am in duty, you're supposed to call me by my codename, Numbuh T. Remember?"

"Um, Numbuh T," the Numbuh 192 inquired being new to him, "By your age, shouldn't you already know that 't' is a letter, not a number?"

"Yes, I know that," answered Numbuh T with a whining voice, "But want to be Numbuh T! I want to be Numbuh T! I want to be Numbuh T! I want to be Numbuh T! I WANT TO BE NUMBUH T!"

"OK, OK, I'm sorry," exclaimed the Filipino agent covering his ears with the rest of the people in the room, "You can be Numbuh T just, please, keep it down!"

Finally, Hoagie's brother said, "Good! Now, Numbuh 2, your upgrade is this, super goggles! By pressing down this button to the right side, the vision mode changes. Press once, and you see in night vision, twice and you see in infra red, and thrice for x-ray. Like it? I designed it myself!"

"Well," the Chief of Security said examining it, "Actually, it's really quite good! I like it! Thanks!"

"Your welcome," his brother said beaming with pride from the show of admiration from the highest technical authority in the tree house.

They, then, saw a DNK operative holding up a box of equipment and walking to Numbuh 3. As he marched to her, he said, "You're a luck one. Here are your weapons by the order of Negative Numbuh 3."

"Wow," Numbuh 192 said clutching one of them in amazement, "she is lucky. Look!"

"Hey!" shouted the KND agent taking it back, "This is for her, not for you!"

"Sorry," the commander apologized.

"Now, Numbuh 3," the agent said taking up an awesome looking gun, "This is a Type VII portable heavy laser machine gun capable of discharging 500 laser blasts per minute at long ranges. It is powered by two dual battery packs at a time giving it powerful performance. You can make it a mounted machine gun by folding out these legs here at the bottom and placing them anywhere you want. It will stick as long as it is a flat surface. In this box are two of them and a couple belts of extra battery packs. Enjoy and good luck."

And with that, he handed the crate to the Japanese and left. Then, they saw an engineer with a happy jubilant on his face holding a black tight suit with some devices hanging form it. As he ran to them he called out, "Look you guys, I finally perfected Project 10! Look, a G.H.O.S.T.I.!"

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Numbuh 5 asked, "Is that supposed to be my upgrade?"

"Yup," the engineer exclaimed smiling, "And it's for you!"

"And what on Earth is a ghosy?" the African American inquired.

"It's a stealth suit, see?" he said explained, "G.H.O.S.T.I.(Gadget Hurriedly Operates Something To be Invisible). You put it on, you press the button on the right wrist, you become invisible!"

"Sweet!" the Second-in-Command exclaimed as she took it up to her hands, "Thanks!"

"Oh yeah," he remembered pulling out a rifle, "You also get this laser rifle. It's a normal assault rife until you press this and a scope folds out. One shot one stun!"

"Thanks!" she said again with a big smile.

"Numbuh 86," he called out, "you got yourself something, too. With the help of SWAT Team weapon officers, our KND engineers were able to refit some weapons for you. Look!"

At once, they saw a KND operative give him a box and leave. Taking a rifle out, he instructed her, "By this button beside the standard flashlight button, you activate this power green, torch light. It is so blinding, all our test subjects are forced to drop their weapons and try to cover their eyes. We used green here because that is the color that the human eye is most sensitive to. Now, if you pull this trigger under the usual one, this will shoot out a liquid substance so slippery, it's even been proven to trip people in carpets! Just aim for the feet for instant reaction and they won't even be able to get up as long as they're still on the ground you shot at. Ha-ha! They won't even be able to get a grip on it. Also, here are an array of hand grenades. The white ones are 'stun grenades,' which make such a blinding light capable of rendering those who are unable to cover their eyes temporarily blind. The cylindrical ones are gas bombs. They spew out a smoke-like foggy gas that really does no harm to human body but does make it impossible for the targets to see where they're going. Enjoy!"

"Mr. Boss," Numbuh 2 said turning to the adult, "With your permission, we could refit your suit case to hold a laptop inside so we can hack into the computers in the Psychic Dominator to take control of it. Could we?"

"Oh sure," the adult said, "It's for our very existence as independent being. Sure, just pay me back in donuts…and give it bullet proof armoring so nothing can destroy it and ruin the mission!"

"You have my word!" promised the Chief Engineer giving it to Numbuh T beside him and telling him to bring it to the refitting room.

"Toilenator," the engineer who gave Numbuhs 5 and 86their weapons, "Your upgrade is–"

"No need," Lord of the Toilet said, "I have my weapons in my room."

"Mr. Marzipan," he said turning to the German candy archeologist, "As for your upgrade–"

"I also have no need for zat," the Heindrich stated, "I'll use the candy machine guns in mein room."

"Um, ok. Who's next?" the engineer asked.

"Awesome!" Numbuh 192 also exclaimed thinking to himself, "If Numbuh 1 got a cool laser shooting radar watch, Numbuh 2 got awesome goggles, Numbuh 3 got powerful machine guns, Numbuh 5 got a stealth suit, Numbuh 86 got a whole bunch of stuff, and Mr. Boss will have a bullet proof laptop, I have got to be getting something really, really awesome, too! I'm next!"

"Good," the engineer said holding out a box to the Philippine KND warrior, "Here are your upgrades. You get these."

"Awesome!" Numbuh 192 exclaimed grasping them eagerly. "So, what are these?"

"This is a S.T.I.C.K.," he said holding up a 2 meter long metal bar, "It stands for Stick Tactical Instrument for Combative Khaos. And is ideal for your kung fu-like attacks. You can press this so it becomes two small metal sticks also ideal for your fighting style. Also you get these unbreakable prescription glasses just in case you wanted to take a break from your contact lenses. Enjoy."

"WHAT!" shrieked the surprised agent in utter disappointment, "These are my upgrades? I can't believe it!"

"Would you prefer nothing at all?" the engineer inquired placing his hand in the box to pull it back.

"No, no," the agent said in a submissive tone, "I'll take this, thank you."

"Well," the engineer said walking away, "Good bye!"

"I don't understand it," the stunned agent said to himself, "I guess the proud are humbled…at least I learned something… "

"Sorry, Numbuh 192," Numbuh 3 said raising her hand to his shoulder to comfort him, "Maybe next time, you'll get something good."

"Guys," Numbuh 2 said, "The refitting will take two hours, so we'd better get accustomed to our new weapons in the training room."

"Afterwards," Numbuh 1 said, "we should all return for a suit up and head for the transporting room here in Main Engineering. Understood?"

"Eye," they all agreed, "To the training room!"

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Sometime later…

"Phew," Numbuh 1 said whipping sweat from his brow as he and the team walked past some sliding doors, "That was tough."

"And terrifying, too," added the Second in Command, "I hated it when those giant tarantulas started jumping on us. Ugh! Makes Numbuh 5 sick thinking about it."

"Numbuh 2," Numbuh 192 said turning to the Chief of Engineering, "Once again, I congratulate you on such a realistic holographic training room. That was good!"

"Well," Numbuh 1 said, "We'd all better go back to our room and freshen up a bit. In our rooms, we are to suit up and head for Main Engineering as originally planned. Understood, team?"

"Eye!" they all cried out and dispersed.

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In Main Engineering, the group was in the transporter room all of them ready with their usual weapons and utility belts holding lots of extra ammunition rounds, a medical kit, and water bottle plus a backpack with some other supplies that might be needed in the mission. Numbuh 1 was in his usual clothing with his watch on his wrist. Numbuh 2 was there with his new goggles, Numbuh 3 with her two heavy laser machine guns, Numbuh 5 in her stealth suit and new laser rifle, Numbuh 86 with her police equipment, Numbuh 192 with his S.T.I.C.K., Mr. Boss with his bullet proof pencil shooting suitcase/laptop, and the Toilenator dressed as the Termi-Toilenator with his toilet filled with plungers and a plunger leaded crossbow on his hand.

"I see you've changed your look," Numbuh 2 said looking at Numbuh 192.

"Yes, I have," the fighter replied in his camouflage attire with a bullet-proof kevlar vest over his usual black armor as he tightened the band on his head, "Sometimes, the warrior has to make way for the soldier."

"Toilenator," Mr. Boss grumbled, "These are you weapons?"

"Yeah!" the Lord of the Toilet replied smiling, "Cool, huh?"

"Yeah," his boss answered sarcastically, "very cool."

"Thanks," the gullible villain replied, "I make it myself!"

"OK, everyone," Numbuh 1 told them all, "Everyone to the platform over there. Numbuh T will enter the coordinates and we will be sent to Paris. Everyone ready!"

In seconds, the group scrambled to the small stage in front of them with a satellite dish above.

"Prepare for transport, everybody," Tommy said tapping the keys on his console.

"Ready, set, now!" Numbuh 1 ordered, "Transport immediately!"

In an instant, there was a flash of light that nearly blinded Numbuh T had he not covered his eyes. They were gone. They had bravely gone to the place they had never gone before with the little information they had. They had gone out to save the world.

"There they go," he said to himself in the empty room, "Good luck to them…and God bless, too…they'll need the luck and blessings they can get to survive."

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted when the door hissed open with Numbuh 3's sister running into the room. She had a look of horror as she went to him.

"Numbuh T, Numbuh T," a purple dressed Mushi Sanban called to him as soon as she saw him, "Something terrible happened!"

"What happened, Numbuh 3.3? Calm down, will ya?" Numbuh T asked, "Tell me, what happened?"

"Are these the coordinates?" she asked holding up a paper with scribbles all over it.

"Yeah," the boy responded, "What about it?"

"They're the wrong ones!"

"What!"

"You miscalculated!"

"Oh, crud!"

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There it is KND Operation: DARK MIRROR Chap. 7! So what do you think of it? What is this 'miscalculation' Mushi is talking about? What effects will this have on them? Will the team know about this problem? Or will their hard work come to nothing? Find out in the next adventure Chap.8 The Mission Begins!