Thank you for tuning in to the next addition to….Lucky Number 7. Technically, though, you're just continuing the story, on account of I haven't released my first Chapter into the mainstream yet, and already I'm writing this (stupid 3-day waiting period)
Later….
"Weeeeeeee!" shouted Numbuh 3 as she ran down the hallways of the tree house. She was carrying something which apparently had some sort of meaning to Numbuh 4, which meant it was either it was his and she had stole it, or he wanted to get his hands on it for some unknown reason. Either way, it didn't affect the outcome. So all y'all can use your imagination on what it was. Numbuh 3 ran straight into Numbuh 7 as he looked for an area that he could call his room.
Clyde looked up to see a VERY cute Japanese girl sitting down in front of him. "Ooooooh." She said. "Who are you?"
"I'm Numbuh 7. I'm on your team for-uhhh…I don't know how long I guess."
"Okay, hiya Numbuh 7! I'm Numbuh 3!" She said, jumping up. Numbuh 7 heard a voice down the hall. "Numbuh 3, you get back here, or I'll-"
"Oops gotta go!" she exclaimed running down the hall past him. Numbuh 7 just sat there, for he didn't know what to think. Gosh she was pretty. Chances were, though, that somebody around here already liked her. And chances were that person wouldn't like him. And chances also were that that kid would be stronger than he was. (Most kids were). He was then trampled by Numbuh 4, the Combat expert who had opened the door. He didn't know much about him. But he wasn't about to run after him and get an interview or something. The time for acquaintances was later. He found a room for him. He painted a large, "7" on the door frame. He may as well make himself at home for however long he was to stay here. He was to have a computer in here though. That would be a problem. He was a computer expert, but if Numbuh 1 was too busy getting him off the team to notice his talents, he wouldn't be able to get one. The rest of the team, though, seemed quite hospitable, although he hadn't met Numbuh 5 yet. Chances were she would be more like Numbuh 1 than the others, mainly due to the fact that the database lists her as being smart, cool, and collected, the same traits listed under Numbuh 1's profile. Clyde heard a knock on his door.
Strange. Why should he get visitors to his room? The room had only been his for about 3 minutes anyway. When he opened the door, he decided to call it the door, on account of if Numbuh 1 got his way, he wouldn't be here for very long to call it his. He was regretting painting his Numbuh on the frame, because, even though he had already taken a severe liking to the people here, he knew it would be short-lived. Well, anyway, when he opened the door, Numbuh 2 stood there. "Ummm…I'm Numbuh 2 and I'm supposed to show you around the Tree House."
"Sounds like a plan." Said Numbuh 7
"By the way, I'm sorry about what Numbuh 1 said to you earlier. I'm sure that you'll make a great asset to the team." H e said. He didn't sound as if he was too confident in that statement, though.
"Here's a question for you, Numbuh 2. How many times did you repeat that to yourself, making sure you could say it without sounding nervous, before you knocked on my door?"
"Only two or three."
"Not bad." Numbuh 7 said. "Even so, I hope that I actually can help you guys in the short period that I am here."
"Yeah. Who knows. If you prove yourself, maybe Numbuh 1 will even let you stay. You seem like a good guy. And I want to learn about how you designed all the 2x4 technology."
"Thanks. You don't seem like a bad guy yourself, Numbuh 2."
"Thanks. I have a good feeling about you. I hope you go far in the Kids next Door."
"Same goes for you."
That whole conversation went on as Numbuh 2 showed him around the Tree House.
The Next Day…..
Numbuh 7 went down for breakfast. He finally got to meet with Numbuh 5. She was the last member of Sector V that he had not had at least a brief meeting with.
(I hope I can type her little accent thing correctly. Please correct me if I do something seriously wrong)
"Hey. Yoo dat new agent dat got transferred here?"
"Yup. That's me."
"It's Numbuh 7, right?"
"Yup."
"Dats coo, dats coo. Numbuh 5 hears that Numbuh 1 is trying to sign you off to another squadron?"
"Yeah, I don't think he approves of me. In fact…" he put on his Numbuh 1 voice, sounding exactly like the leader. "I do not need a monkey wrench like you upsetting the balance. I hope you can rejoin your previous team and get out of Sector V as soon as possible."
His impressions made the spy start to laugh. "Yoo not bad, kid. Don't sweat. Numbuh 5 got da feelin' dat you'll do just fine here." She got up and left.
Well, Clyde thought. Apparently, the people around here seemed to think that he would do just fine so far. Except for Numbuh 1. Just the one who decided what to do with him. And, of course, there was always the possibility that the other operatives were just feebly trying to reassure him. Trying to be nice so he didn't feel too bad for himself. Because they felt sorry for him. Pity. Clyde thought. I HATE pity. I despise the word, as I despise decommissioning, all adults and hell. (Bit of Shakespeare never hurt nobody. 'Cept maybe the actors) Kids in sector G didn't like him all that much either. Maybe, he thought, he was destined to be the nerd that nobody liked. If so, then so be it. He was going to do his best. He would show Numbuh 1 what this 'monkey wrench' could do. Clyde Inkingston would not be remembered as a worthless agent who got in the way. He would be remembered, he hoped, as one of the members of Sector V. No more. No less. All he wanted was to be part of the team. Was that so much to ask?
Stay tuned for the next episode to find out what happens next!
