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Kids Next Door

Operation: A.N.G.E.L.

Chapter 00: Prologue

"To: All current staff members:

Your attendance is required on Friday the 3rd at 9:00 am for a mandatory seminar on 'MegaCorp in the new Millennium: Future Strategies to accelerate productivity and profitability.' Please be on time and dressed appropriately.

Sincerely

Mr. Boss"

The man in the yellow body suit groaned to himself. He hated meetings. He didn't even like them when he was in earnest working for Mr. Boss. These days he felt like he was a double agent more than anything. He used to be such an honest villain, he wondered how this all came about.

It had all started with a letter of notification on child support payments being due. The thought that he might be a father never entered his mind before that day. He went on to discover that his child was none other than Kids Next Door Operative Numbah Thirteen. That made working with Mr. Boss, whose goals included the eliminator of Kids Next Door, a little bit complicated. Especially since his son was the most frequently captured Kids Next Door Operatives. Fortunately for that situation, the Kids Next Door decommissioned him shortly after learning about the boy's parentage. After that, his son fell into a depression. Only when he came to work with his dad and met Mr. Boss who brought back some repressed memories, was the boy able to focus his mind and decide to strike back against the Kids Next Door. The two became a duo: the Tolienator and the Plunger. The Plunger was the mastermind, but right now the Tolienator was working reconnaissance, getting information from Mr. Boss and his organization.

The nearest the Plunger figured, the Tolienator had about a week's worth of work left, before he could finally escape. Unfortunately the meeting was today, in a half hour. The Tolienator grimaced as he adjusted the toilet seat that hung around his neck. He wondered if the person sitting behind him would make him take it off again, that is what happened at the last meeting.

When it was quarter to nine the Tolienator made his way to the large meeting room, he wanted to ensure he got a seat in the corner, and catch a quick nap before the meeting. There were benefits to wearing rolls of toilet paper as part of your costume, they make decent impromptu pillows. He drifted softly to a short dreamless sleep.

"May I have your attention please," a voice boomed over the room, waking the Tolienator up. "May I have your full, conscious, attention, please. Thank you."

The speaker, Mr. Boss, started some spiel about the profit margins, Tolienator began to start nodding off again, but then, all of a sudden, the room fell dark as a moonless midnight.

"Greetings," a disembodied feminine voice cooed. "My name is Luvara, Luvara the enchantress. I have come before you today with a proposition that I believe will be beneficial to both parties involved."

With a snap, a soft glow appeared on the head of a walking stick, illuminating its bearer. The woman didn't appear to have passed even her twenty-first birthday. Her hair was dark, long, curly, and the Tolienator was sure he had seen it before on a shampoo commercial. She wore a red corset-top and a flowing long black skirt. She was adorned with some jewelry, not enough to be gaudy, but enough to display an air of elegance. Her face was painted in a rather bold fashioned, she knew which features of hers to accentuate and did a good job at doing so. She was without a doubt the most attractive woman in the room, Mr. Boss' secretary scowled when she realized that.

"Can I help you Miss?" Mr. Boss asked, frowning at the interruption, he was ironically just about to get to the "time is money" segment.

"I'm a Mrs. actually," the young woman said blushing momentarily. "My husband and I are working to destroy the Kids Next Door, an agency that your organization is familiar with and has tried to deal with in the past. With my plans and our combined resources, I believe-"

"Thank you for your concern ma'am," Mr. Boss said cutting her off, having heard as much as he wanted to. "We'll be fine."

"But-," started the enchantress, shocked that she was dismissed so easily.

"If you would kindly restore the lighting to this room, or get whoever to undo whatever they did to turn it off, that would be satisfactory," Mr. Boss started barking. He was mad, this girl was half his age, she came in and disrupted his meeting, wasting his time, and God knows what she did to the lights. "Don't call us, we will call you."

Luvara pouted momentarily, unhappy at being cut short. She decided to act on his frank businesslike level, "Fine, here is my card, my name, again, is Luvara the enchantress. Listed on my card are several ways of contacting me, the easiest being my cell phone number."

With a wave of her hand over the walking stick, she disappeared and the room was once again lit by fluorescent light.

The Tolienator wondered if perhaps he should get the information from the enchantress' card from Mr. Boss, only to discover that somehow a copy of her card appeared in his, and everyone else's, pocket.