Chapter 5-Clyde leaves the bench cold

The next day, the team went on another mission. Without Numbuh 7. Some of the members were starting to get more than a little ticked off. He had made friends with all of them, and his being left behind was getting annoying. But not today. Today, Clyde vowed to himself, the bench would be cold when they got back. He wasn't just going to stay behind. Not this time.

He stole a ship from Numbuh 2's garage thing. The S.P.O.R.K.

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Not his first choice, but it was the only one that was both able to be driven by one person and had the keys already in it. I wonder if Numbuh 2 left this here for me. He wouldn't leave his keys in a vehicle unless he intended somebody to use them, right? He thought, as he followed the M.O.S.Q.U.I.T.O. towards the mission start point. He intended to help out during the mission. He already found at least 10 flaws in Numbuh 1's plans. He intended to be around when those flaws appeared.

They were attacking some soda factory, for no apparent reason. The plan was for them to land on the roof, then, have the agents repel down the wall and enter by way of the back door. That was flaw number one. They had no plan on how to open the door. In fact, the door was a giant slab of 3 inch thick steel that couldn't be opened without a thumbprint ID. Using the S.P.O.R.K., he realized, would fix this. It's supposed to be one big battering ram anyways, so, why not ram down the door?

As he drove towards the factory, he was going at full speed. He went right through the gate, and kept on coming. He spotted the Sector V operatives banging at the door, or at least that's what he assumed they were doing. It was kinda hard to see. "Hey, that's one of our vehicles!" Shouted Numbuh 1, turning around to see the battering ram rolling towards them. "Who could possibly be driving?" Numbuh Two tried his best to act surprised.

"Make way, coming through! Clyde shouted. They did. They weren't sticking around to get run over buy something that was named after the crappiest utensil of all time. The door gave way to the S.P.O.R.K.. Duh. When Clyde got out he got various "Thank your" and "good jobs" from the operatives. Numbuh 1 approached him with a stern expression on his face. "You disobeyed orders." He said. All else became quiet.

"Yes, sir. I did disobey your lousy orders." He said, sounding not in the least bit ashamed.

"Why did you intentionally disobey the orders explicitly given to you by your leader?" he asked, trying to sound intimidating.

"Because, SIR, they were completely cruddy orders." He said. "And you and I both know that my disobeying orders helped to complete the mission. Was it not you, who is quoted in the Kids Next Door archives, as saying, 'The Mission Comes First'?"

Numbuh 1 was left speechless. He had no answer to that. All he could say was, "Kids Next Door, carry on with operation: C.A.R.B.O.N.

They gave a salute and went off to do the small tasks that were required of them.

"You." Numbuh 1 said, looking Clyde straight in the eye. "I'll Deal with YOU later."

Clyde swallowed. He did not like the sound of that.

The next Day, in the morning……

Everyone had gathered to eat breakfast together that morning. They talked about yesterday's mission. For once, Clyde was included in this.

"Numbuh 5 says that was pretty slick, just rammin' troo the door like dat. How'd you get that set of wheels, anyway?" She asked Clyde. Numbuh 2 had to suppress a laugh.

"I…have my ways…" Clyde said.

"Man! That thing went right through the door! Just like tissue papeh!" said Numbuh 4.

"That's what I designed it to do, so I should hope so." Said Numbuh 2.

"Yeah! The door just went Boom! Crash!" Interjected Kuki. (Sorry…getting extremely tired of typing the word "numbuh". I hate to use real names out of context though.)

"An accurate summation, I suppose." Said Numbuh 7. He was feeling quite good about himself.

Until HE walked into the room.

"Hello, Numbuh 7." Said Numbuh 1. "Are you enjoying yourself after that wonderful-and completely illegal -jaunt you went on yesterday?"

"I suppose you could say that, yes…" Numbuh 7 said. He had a bad feeling about this…..

"Well that's good then. I've just had a lovely talk with Numbuh 86 concerning both your disobeying orders and the pressing issue of your transfer out of Sector V. I think you would be interested in hearing what became of it." He said, gesturing towards the door.

You could have cut the tension with a knife.

Clyde got up from the table. "Yes sir….."

Bwahahaha! Behold the cliffhanger! Is he about to be decommissioned? Or at least transferred? Do the fates have something against him and friends? It certainly sounds that way! Tune in for the…well…kind of…. exciting next episode of…Lucky Number 7!