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: Hello peoples! Thanks for the good reviews! I hope I haven't lost any of my readers from the long wait. Sorry again for the delay. I've been trying to solve some problems in the plot. Also, my Dad who thinks that all my writing is just a big waste of time ban me from writing until I had finished my Boy Scout merit badge requirements. I finally did it!…well sort of…not all of them yet but Mom lifted the ban and I'm back in business! Ha-ha-ha! Thank God for my Mother! Yahoo! Anyway, here is the final chapter in my story. Enjoy! Thanks for your reviews and God bless…
PS In case I have some mistakes in some details, I've never been to the Eiffel Tower and have no idea of the geography there. So, don't expect me to.
PPS Enjoy:)
Chapter 13: Death of a Tyrant and Victory for All
"Gentlemen," Negative 1 told his two chief military advisors as they quickly walked from hall to hall to the stage of the Great Hall, "Today, we shall make history. This speech I will be making will change the world—"
"Negative 1!" the dictator's secretary ran as if for her dear life with a look of supreme urgency on her face, "I have a very important report for you! Negative 1! Negative, please hear me out!"
"Urg," The despot shouted furiously turning to the girl behind him, "What is it, you stupid imbecile! Why do you waste my time like this!"
"Sir," the secretary said with a voice of sincerity, "there intelligence reports say that—"
"What!" the angry autocrat shouted in pure rage, "What could they say that could possibly be of any importance to me when I am just about to take control of the whole entire world with a flip of a switch!"
"Sir," she shouted in desperation as they went around the curb, "It is important. Negative 4 has started a coup d'etat!"
"Negative 4 has started a coup d'etat?" Negative 1 asked with a look utter ridicule before bursting into a hysterical laughter and motioned his advisors to do the same, "Negative 4 has started a coup d'etat! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!"
"Huh?" the secretary looked at her boss puzzled, "Why are you laughing?"
"Look at me guys," the dictator cackled in laughter with the goofiest look on his face as he tried to make an impression of the Australian leader, "Look at me. I'm Negative 4 and I just started a coup d'etat! Ha-ha-ha! I am so stupid! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!"
"Sir," the ill-treated secretary tried to explain as the despot as started walking toward the door the to the front stage, "You don't understand! This is serious and it requires immediate action in your part! What coarse of action—!"
"Ha-ha-ha!" the foolish dictator chuckled to himself not realizing that it would mean his doom, "I understand perfectly well what is happening, but I see no harm in it. After all, it was started by Negative 4, that stupid weakling. Anything he starts is doomed to utter failure."
"But, sir!" the secretary shouted as he went through and the sliding doors, "You don't understand!"
"Goodbye," the dictator muttered coldly as the door hissed close on her face..
Seeing that her efforts were useless with Negative 1, she finally gave up with an angry remark, "Jerk."
"By the way," one of the advisors on the other side inquired to the dictator, "What is a coup d'etat?"
"It sounds French," the biased Negative is reasoned, "so it must be perhaps a marching band, a cooking contest, or a singing and dancing competition. Obviously, it isn't a threat.."
He couldn't be any more wrong…
Looking all around him was the Great Hall behind the Psychic Dominator. The Hall looked strikingly familiar with the hall Hitler made his speeches but instead of red banners with the swastika in it, there were black banners with the 'CND' painted on it with a pattern of two swords crossed under it and a red flame above the letters. Behind him was a large statue in his likeness.
Walking to the speaker's podium, Negative 1 readied himself for his speech.
"All hail!" came a great shout from the loud speakers surrounding the standing audience in military uniform, "The Supreme Dictator speaks!"
"All hail!" all shouted in response as their leader came to view, "Long live Negative 1! Long may he live!"
"Thank you all," the dictator smiled pleased with the praise he was given…with the praise he decided that he deserved, "You are all too kind."
As soon as the fanfare was over, the despot read to the multitude his address.
"Subjects, allies, and fellow operatives," he called out in a loud voice, "Thank you all for your hard work and determination in building this great structure we are in and in the land you have all conquered from this weak New World. This is a dramatic day today for, within 40 minutes, we shall all make history and change the lives of all forever. We have also done this in the Old World just under the noses of the stupid our adults. Like here, we have also refitted the Eiffel Tower in our Paris and both worlds will be in my control. But enough about myself and how I will benefit. It's time to discuss you and the benefits to be given to you, each and everyone of you. Friends, I have heard your cries and have listened to your problems. Like any good leader, I will make a difference that will benefit us all. Under my rule, there will be some major changes and reforms to bring about equality for all. From now on, there will no longer be a racial division between the people. No more patricians (the privileged citizens of Axis nations) and plebeians (everyone else). All will be treated as equals in…"
"Total slavery!" an Australian accent continued the sentence for the Supreme Dictator.
"What!" the tyrant shouted in both rage and confusion, "Who said that! Admit and I promise you that you will die a less cruel way!"
"I did," one of the spotlights turned to a familiar blond-headed, blue and orange wearing security officer surrounded by red banded troopers for defense, "but don't trust your promises and I won't need to."
The audience gasped as the studied the new speaker who so boldly did this course of action.
"Look!"
"It's Negative 4, the great Chief of Security!"
"Awesome!"
"Long live the honest Negative 4!"
"Grrrrrr!" growled the Dictator in anger shouting, "How dare you interrupt me in my historic—"
"Historic yourself, liar," the rebel leader responded turning to the people yelling both scattered praises and curses to him, "Peoples and fellow comrades, you have all been cheated and lied to by your very own leader, Negative 1. He doesn't plan to help any of us at all. As a matter of fact, he just wants to make things worse for us just for his own good. He'll bring us all plebeians back to the tin mines we worked in with our families before we were drafted into the CND and we will work just to benefit his new elite, his own cronies. Otherwise, he'll make us return to the arenas to make us fight to the death with our friends. In other words, it's early decommissioning for all of us."
"Negative 4, you'll pay for this," Negative 1 thought in his head as he turned to the crowd and remarked, "Are you talking about my plans for the world…or yours after your dream of dual global domination is accomplished?"
"What are you talking about?" the puzzled Australian questioned holding up a file full of paper knowing all too well that what his opponent said was a trap, "I have your documents right here! I have proof but you don't! You know why? 'Cause it's a lie, a filthy, stinkin' lie, and you know it!"
"Or really," the prepared dictator smiled holding up a tape player and pressing the symbol of a triangle, "Let's see for ourselves, shall we?"
"Just you wait, Negative 1," came Negative 4's voice from the electronic device, "I'll build up a bigger and stronger empire than you! Ha-ha! I'm much more trusted than you, so I have better chances. They believe anything I say. I just have to say bad things about you and kaboom! There goes your reputation and authority. You're ruined! You may have a higher rank but that's worth nothing when no one orders your commands! Give up, fool! They're all going to be my personal slaves, each and everyone of them! krackle "
"Too bad. I wanted to use this after my Reich will be established and I 'm weeding out traitors," Negative 1 smiled at his suddenly pale-faced rival, "But, now, who's the ruined one, hmmm? It seems your reputation and authority was the one that went up in smoke…ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!…and by your own words, too. How ironic isn't it? The one that preached so boldly about freedom for all is the very one that wishes to enslave us all."
"B-b-b-but," the flabbergasted Negative 4 gasped in horror and surprise, "h-how? I-I-I never…"
"Traitor!"
"Betrayer!"
"Liar!"
"Down with Negative 4!" came the public cry when they had heard of this.
"No," the Australian tried in vain to defend himself, "I didn't do it! I never said that! Please, believe me! You don't understand…"
"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!" the dictator laughed out heartily as he say his old rival in the ruins, "I understand it all perfectly and so does the public. All of us now know of your secret plans and I bet that your own company has already chosen to withdraw their support from you."
"JUST ONE MOMENT!" Numbuh 4 jumped from the crowd of troops surrounding his negative, "I remember that tape! That's the recording I was forced to make two days ago!"
"Numbuh 4," the stunned Negative 1 gasped with a look of amazement, "I thought you were dead!"
"No, he's not," Negative 4 shouted pointing to his captor and holding out a folder of files, "but you will be soon! You have ruled us through tyranny and fear for long enough! You have lied to us and used us like fools. You use us and dispose of us like mere things! From these documents I have in my hand, you don't even care for any of us at all! To you, we're all just statistics!"
"Oh, really?" Negative 1 asked the rebel, "And how can they trust you? After all, this recording with your voice in it tells us that they're just slaves to you."
"They can," Numbuh 4 said, "'cause we've got evidence!"
"And what could that possibly be?" Negative 1 asked in curiosity and doubt.
Numbuh 4 smiled at this challenge, "Continue the recording. Press the play button."
The dictator froze.
"Come on," Numbuh 4 shouted, "just push the button! If you're so certain that you're right, what do you have to be afraid of?"
There was no response. Negative 1 was too overwhelmed with trying to find any way of escape.
"This is ridiculous," the despot turned to side and prepared to leave
"Play the tape!" some people shouted.
"Just do it!"
"Press the button!"
"Just press the stupid button and play it!"
"Look," someone shouted, "he's not doing it. He's lying to us! He's afraid of the truth!"
"Yeah! He must be lying to us! He is too afraid of the truth!" people shouted in response to the dictator's suspicious actions, "He's turned coward!"
"Grrrrrr," Negative 1 growled hating to be called fearful of anything, "Shut up, all of you, or I'll have you all shot in the firing range!"
"See what I mean?" Negative 4 shouted seeing that his point had been delivered, "He cares nothing for us and he's a liar! Let's bring him down while we still can and setup a new CND government to replace him!"
"Get Negative 1!" the crowd shouted now a riot full of angry people, "Let's beat him up and leave him for dead!"
"Get him," Negative 4 shouted not wanting them to go too far, "but don't kill him! We have to try him first for his grievances in a CND court of law! Let justice prevail!"
Seeing that this wasn't going his way, Negative 1 quickly pulled out a small bomb from his pocket and threw it right in front of him. Instantly, a black cloud of smoke enveloped him covering him completely. As soon as the haze cleared up, the despot was nowhere to be seen.
"Where is he?" Numbuh 4 asked with a puzzled look, "He was here a moment ago."
"Maybe there is a trap door here somewhere," Numbuh 1 suggested kneeling down to investigate where his negative was knowing that that was the method often used by magicians in their magic tricks, "Negative 4, where is it and where would it lead to?"
"Nowhere," an equally perplexed Chief of Security answered, "There isn't a secret passage way in the stage. At least, none that I know of. But it's impossible. I studied the blueprints myself! I couldn't have missed it!"
"Hello, what's this?" Numbuh 2 thought aloud seeing something suspicious with his X-ray specs and pointing to a spot on the ground, "Hey guys, shoot here!"
"What!" Numbuh 1 asked with an even more confused look, "Why would we want to do that?"
"'Cause it could lead us to where Negative 1's at," the Chief Engineer responded causing the others to aim their weapons at that specific location.
ZAP, ZAP, ZAP! KABOOM!
The smoke cleared revealing a tunnel small enough for each of them to enter.
"Whoaa," Negative 4 exclaimed stunned, "I guess I was wrong."
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Some time later…
They reached the Eiffel Tower and split into two groups. Numbuh 2, Mr. Boss, Heindreich von Marzipan, and a couple of CNDLA troops were in one team and the rest were in another.
"OK, Troops," Negative 4 instructed those around him as they entered a bare room still under re-construction, "Stay on your guard. Negative 1 could be anywhere."
"Right," they all responded readying their rifles.
Without warning and the out of nowhere, Negative 1 appeared right in front of them. In response, they all let fly a load of ammunition to his direction but to their surprise, they went through him as though he were just a mirage.
"Optical illusion," Numbuh 1 thought aloud motioning the others to stop, "Nothing more than an eye trick."
Smiling, the 'optical illusion' raised his hands to them causing their guns and weapons to turn black and blood red. Lifting his hands to the sky, Negative 1 made all their armaments to fly up to the ceiling above his foes' reach and caused the firearms stay in those positions there by an unknown force. Suddenly, disarmed, the group tried to get away but an invisible wall confined them to their spots.
"What the…!" Numbuh 5 stuttered in both in dismay and amazement, "How'd this happen?"
The despot's eyes glowed with luminous red penetrating the black of his shades. There was an un-Earthly feeling in the room as if something supernatural was present.
"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!" the tyrant laughed in glee to see his enemies completely vulnerable to his power, "You think you can stop me, you puny mortals!"
"What the—," a CNDLA guard muttered as he was suddenly suspended in mid-air and thrust into one of the metal walls of the room, "Help!
SLAM!
The soldier smacked right into the wall. Suddenly, the floor under him was ripped open and the wires beneath him eagerly reached up to entangle the boy. Soon, only his head was exposed to open. All the rest of him was tied up by the wires.
"RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!" the panicking CNDLA troops shouted running back to the trap door and slamming it shut.
"You will not escape me!" the demon-possessed dictator shouted out in a deep voice, "Never!"
As the Liberation Army ran, Numbuh 3 was quickly dashing her way to the tunnel they had come from when she suddenly stopped as if being hit by a barrier of sorts.
"Trying to leave now, little girl?" Negative 1 smiled as he ascended 2-3 meters away from his victim, "I'm sorry but PLAY TIME ISN'T OVER YET!"
As fire blazed from his hands, he was abruptly halted when Numbuh 4 hurled himself at the despot, "You'll never get her, you demented freak! You'll have to get through me first!"
"Take this, fool," Negative 1 shouted freezing the KND agent at in the air with a mere raising of his hand.
"What?" the Australian questioned as he tried to move his legs to make himself move form his fixed position in air, "What's this?"
Negative 1 pulled up his fists and pretended to be beating the grunting Chief of Security up and somehow still delivering the blows from his distance. Then he flung the blond into the same area as the first victim.
"Hya!" Numbuh 3 yelled thrusting her backpack into the dictator's face to no avail.
"Stupid girl," the evil Brit forcing his fist into her face to retaliate and throwing her to the same fate as the two, "you're even stupider that the boy you like."
"Take this, you evil fiend," the Termi-Toilenator shouted coating the black wearing opponent with a cocoon of toilet paper and striking him repeatedly with two plungers like a martial arts expert, "Feel my wrath!"
To his surprise, the dictator tore through his covering like…well, um, toilet paper…and sent the toilet god into the wires also to be bound up.
Suddenly facing the right, Negative 1 held his palm up causing Numbuh 5 to be completely visible when she was about to deliver a punch. This attack, however was abruptly ended by an invisible wall. The blow in the sudden barrier sent pain signals from her hand back to her brain.
"Yeaoow," the African-American cried out holding up her aching fist, "That stuff is hard!"
Suddenly, she floated up and was sent striking the metal wall behind where her friends were and was ensnared by the wires., "That's for looking like my traitor Second-in-Command."
Facing the left to see her negative, the tyrant trust his hands from side to side sending the girl from wall to wall until tying her up with cables from the floor crying out in glee, "Revenge! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! This is for being Negative 5!"
ZAP, ZAP, ZAP!
Suddenly, laser blasts struck the dictator hurling him backwards on the floor.
"What the Hell!" Negative 1 growled in rage seeing his positive pointing his loaded watch on him, "I thought that I got rid of them all!"
"Think again," Numbuh 1 smiled seeing that the advantage was now his, "Freeze and don't move!…Or else!"
The tyrant smiled as he held his hands up above his head as a sign of surrender.
"Good. No tricks, OK?" the British captain ordered keeping his weapon steady, "Now place your hands on your head and—"
Suddenly, he clutched his neck with his hands.
"Aachh!" Numbuh 1 choked gasping for dear life, "I can't breath! Help me! gasp Help me! gasp "
"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!" the dictator laughed as he saw his positive trying to pull whatever was on squeezing his neck but to no avail for the thing wasn't something that could be touched, "Stupid fool, you can't beat me. You're too worthless!"
Lifting his defeated opponent with his hands, he threw him into a floor where wires and cables ripped out of the metal coating and bound the KND agent
He turned behind him to see Numbuh 86 pounding desperately at the invisible wall to find even the smallest hole by which to escape from the mad man.
"Looking for a way out, little girl?" the destructive one inhabited by the undead inquired drawing closer and closer to her with a large grin on his face, "Here it is!"
"Is that so?" Numbuh 192 smiled as he held out a cross from his back pack, "Christ had the ability to drive out demons and as a member of His universal body of believers, I share that ability, too. So, in the name of Christ my Master, I command you! Halt!"
The tyrant fell on his back cowering and trying to crawl away from the boy.
"In the name of Christ, what is your name, demon?" the soldier of God demanded walking forward, "Respond now!"
"We are Legion!" the possessed responded with a un-Earthly deep voice still trembling, "for we are many!"
"A legion, huh?" Numbuh 192 smiled, "I may not have the experience to draw you all out at the same time but I'll have to do so one my one! Who's the weakest! Name yourself!"
"Hatred," Negative 1 hissed with a look of complete and utter abhor, "is my name!"
"Hatred," the soldier cried out a command, "Get out of him, now!"
No response.
Looking puzzled, the boy repeated his order, "Get out of him, now!"
"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!" the dictator giggled at the command, "Never!"
"Get out of him, I say!" Numbuh 192 cried out now starting to loose his faith in God and His divine omnipotent power (very crucial on exorcism…or at least in the one practiced in Christianity for driving out demons), "Leave, now!"
"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!" Negative 1 laughed out loud striking fear into his opponent's heart, "You have no power over me, fool!"
"Holy crap!" Numbuh 192 thought to himself trying to remember what was said in the book he had recently read They Shall Cast Out Demons, "I don't get it!…And this is the weakest of them all! What am I supposed to do! Help!"
"You have no power over me, fool," Negative 1 smiled as he got up to face the now disarmed Christian who was now trembling with fear and trying to get away, "You have no power over demons that the host considers a friend…much less if we were all invited by him…ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha…especially when you're in doubt. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!"
With renewed power, the possessed dictator hurled both Numbuh 192 and 86 into the plot where all their comrades were entangled.
"You're all captured! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!" the despot burst into laughter and looking at the watch on is wrist, "And there are just 10 minutes separating me from being the ruler of all! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!"
"Not quite, 'Grand Dictator'!" came a reply from Negative 3 and 75 (Negative 4's friend from Chapter 3 also called 'cadet' by the good Chief of Security) as they flew from the door with weapons handy, "You're under arrest for treason, giving false reports to fellow operatives, abusing power, multiple counts of murder, and everything else you've done! You have the right to remain silent! All you say can and will be used—"
"Stupid!" the dictator shouted to them as he dashed to their direction at an amazing rate, "You're all gonna die and I'm gonna burn your worthless and pitiful souls in Hell!"
The two jumped to attempt to dodge the attack. Negative 3 quickly shot tranquilizer darts to the dictator with her emergency dart gun but missed her fast moving target. Greatly enraged, the dictator took hold of her to rip her limb from limb and thrust his fist at her when he received a swift kick on the side pushing him to a direction away from that of the CNDLA, KND, the Toilenaor, and Negative 3 to let fly a hail of bullet rounds from the Uzi's (a type of sub-machine gun) from his two hands.
RATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATAT!
To the cadet's horror, the bullet rounds suddenly stopped half a meter from his target.
"Die, you filthy bstard!" the malevolent Negative 1 shouted forcing his own foot into the cadet pushing him into the glass curtain (architectural term for the glass wall) separating them from the 324 m. below them, "Go to Hell!"
The glass shattered instantly on impact as we went through the protective layer.
SMASH!
"CADET!" Negative 4 screamed at the top of his lungs as he saw what was happening to his to his close comrade, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
The cadet's cries for help could be heard for a few seconds as he plunged down before ending abruptly with a soft thud.
"Vile fiend!" the Toilenator growled trying to extricate himself from the wires which were restraining him.
"I hate you!" Numbuh 4 yelled in total abhorrence.
"You murderer!" Numbuh 1 joined in to accuse his depraved negative, "You're evil!"
"Man, you reek!" Numbuh 5 hissed.
"If I could," Numbuh 86 shouted, "I'd have you decommissioned immediately!"
"He was my friend!" Negative 4 wailed in grief as tears started coming out of his eyes, "How could you!"
"Shut up, all of you!" Negative 1 demanded holding up the cadet's Uzi's at them, "Or I'll kill you all!"
"I think I speak for all of us when I say that we don't care whether you kill us or not," Numbuh 192 shouted in defiance and regaining his courage, "We will die with honor being known for bravely trying to stop you and your evil deeds. May God rain His divine judgment on you and give you what you justly deserve! May He send His holy warring angels on you to give you utter torment and hurl you to into unquenchable fire!"
"Stupid imbeciles," Negative 1 growled as he raised the sub-machine gun to them, "Die, btches!"
Suddenly we grunted clutching his stomach as if being stabbed there by an unknown force. It was followed by another on his arm, back, and leg. Soon, the dictator was reeling in pain as he was stumbling from wall to wall at the verge of falling.
The tight grip of the wires and cables around the group suddenly grew lax allowing them to escape. As they freed themselves, they found their weapons dropping from the ceiling so they could take them up again. Now fully armed once again, they all walked to the possessed one in torment with guns at hand.
"Surrender now, Negative 1," Numbuh 1 barked out an order to his negative, "and face the charges against you."
"Never," the dying foe sneered, "I'd rather die!"
At that, he jumped into the shattered glass wall and fell to his death.
"Well, that was shocking," Numbuh 192 was somewhat stunned.
"Cadet!" Negative 4 wept bitterly about the death of his friend, "I was planning to give him a promotion, too!"
"That's ok," Negative 3 wrapped her arms around him for consolation, "He's in a better place now. I'm sure of it."
"Yup," Numbuh 1 placed his hand to the rebel leader's shoulder, "Seeing him stand up to that thug will be memorable for all of us. We was a great fighter and a good kid. God rest his soul."
"May all give him honor for the good he has done for us all," Numbuh 192 smiled at the Australian, "If I—"
"WARNING! WARNING! SELF DESTRUCTION SEQUENCE IN PROGRESS!" red lights blazed all around them and a the computer's voice from the speakers shouted loudly, "SELF DESTRUCTION ID T-MINUS 2:00 AND COUNTING!"
"Let's go, peoples!" Numbuh 5 exclaimed, "Let's get the Hell outta here before this place blows up!"
Immediately, they all ran for their lives out of the Tower using a secret escape pod in the Psychic Dominator's Main Engineering room. Soon, they met the other team and were outside of the Psychic Dominator, the Great Hall surrounding it, and the fortress surrounding that structure. As soon as they reached a hill nearby, they looked behind them just in time to see explosions, falling satellite dishes, and other metal pieces collapsing from their original positions.
"My work," Negative 2 muttered with a look of grief, "all those work-hours…destroyed…"
"He's finally gone…," the still teary-eyed Negative 4 said to himself, "justice has finally been done…"
"Thank Gott (God)," Mr. Marzipan thought to himself, "Ze vorld is saved."
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Soon afterwards, there was a celebration held by the CND in a big tent. The 'Negative 1 Day' banners were torn off but the cakes with those written on it were still eaten. The food and festivity prepared for Negative 1's planned dual global domination was used for something better…dual global liberation.
"What about the Psychic Dominator in your world?" Numbuh 1 asked Negative 4 as their comrades were helping themselves to the food, "That too was destroyed?"
"No," Negative 4 responded swallowing his bite of the chicken leg on his hand, "That's online."
"What?" the British one looked puzzled, "Then, how is your world saved?"
"Negative 3 made some secret experiments of regarding what makes our people more evil and aggressive," the Australian explained, "She found that all good people have a lot of a protein she would call 'benopoline' and the bad have a lot of 'malopaline.' She collaborated with Negative 2 to re-program the Psychic Dominator to mind control everyone in the Old World to start pumping the good protein while they do what they normally do. Gradually, we should be seeing an improvement in our people."
"Numbuh 1," Numbuh 192 said saluting, "I'll be visiting the remains of the Dominator to get some artifacts to add in my archives. That ok?"
"That's fine with me," Numbuh 1 smiled, "Just be back in half-an-hour."
"Eye, sir," Numbuh 192 bowed a bit and turned, "Will do."
Immediately, walked quickly out.
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"Interesting," Numbuh 192 grinned as he held out a deformed keyboard and stuffed it into his open backpack on the ground, "This would look awesome on my wall."
He turned to the other side to look for some to get other stuff when he suddenly saw his negative smiling at him with a heavy metal bar on his hand for a club.
"Hey yo, you thought you could forget about me, huh?" Negative 192 shouted to him, "Think again!"
At this, he swung the metal bar at Numbuh 192 who instantly caught it with his S.T.I.C.K. The negative's blow was so powerful, that the positive's weapon bent at the great momentum.
CLANG!
"Ha-ha-ha-ha!" the long haired struck again smashing the KND agents weapon in two, "You're gonna die this time!"
"Not if I can help it!" Numbuh 192 shouted dodging another affront, "Take this!"
The KND operative tried to fight back by jabbing his shorted rod into his opponent's knee. To the agent 's dread, his weapon flew out of his hand and Negative 192 blocked with a sharp blow on the pole.
"Oh, crud," Numbuh 192 muttered remembering that he had left his rifle in the tent with the others.
"Defenseless," the punk smiled as he drew nearer, "This'll be easy. Turn around and put your hands behind your head."
Complying, Numbuh 192 faced the opposite direction and did as he was told.
Suddenly, he heard laser blasts and a cry of, "Freeze, Kids Next Door!"
ZAP, ZAP, ZAP, ZAP!
He then saw the metal bar fly of to the side and his negative's hand fall beside his foot.
"Thanks," the operative smiled as he looked behind him to see who it was that saved him, "I owe you one—Numbuh 86!"
He was stunned as he say the Irish girl held two rifles one on each hand.
"Y' forgot your rifle," she said holding one of them up to him, "Don't do that again."
"Y-you saved my life," Numbuh 192 stuttered in amazement as he received his weapon, "H-how?"
"Yeah," Numbuh 86 said not making a big deal out of it, "Now, were even again…"
"I guess so," Numbuh 192 responded taking the pieces of his S.T.I.C.K. so he could have it repaired again, "I guess so."
"Idiot" she added.
"Moron," Numbuh 192 jokingly jeered back.
"Fool," she said more sternly.
"Homo sapien," Numbuh 192 said with a tome to match hers.
"Dastard!"
"Fresh-water swab!"
"Technocrat!"
"Vegetable slave-trader!"
"Hydrocarbon gyroscope!"
"Fuzzy-wuzzy cannibalistic coconut!"
"Licorice-based invertebrate!"
"Ectoplasmic scum!"
"Australopithecus afarensis!"
"Shut up!"
"You shut up!"
"GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR," the both growled at each other with a look of rage.
"HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!" they both suddenly burst into laughter realizing that they were fighting over nothing.
"We're both idiots!" Numbuh 192 laughed as he placed his hand to Numbuh 86's shoulder, "When we get back to Moon Base, I'm getting you a soda."
"No, I will," Numbuh 86 said, "All on me!"
"No, I will" Numbuh 192 insisted, "I'll pay for it!"
"No, I will!"
"No, I will!"
"I will!"
"I will!"
"I will!"
"I will!"
Sigh. Here they go again…
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There it is KND Operation: DARK MIRROR Chap. 13! What do you think of it? I hope you enjoyed it. But read the Epilogue!
