Hi! Next chappie is underway!
Velvet Panther: Yep... And what happened to her will be revealed, but the details'll be pretty vague.
Chapter 5: Meeting
Amber raced through the long hallway, dodging traps like crazy. Missiles, giant SPLANKERs, giant steel doors (just to name a few)- you name it, they had it.
She tried throwing what she had at the traps- using the SA Knife to open locked doors and stuff like that. After two hallways of this, she was faced with...Sector V's private army.
Of hamsters.
"My goodness, this is pathetic," she said. Unfortunately, the hamsters heard her. They swarmed her, poking her with teeny-weeny weapons, and biting in…certain spots. It was actually more painful than annoying, and it was plenty annoying.
But, like any good breaker-inner, Amber was prepared. She sifted through her backpack until she found what she was looking for- Hamster-Nip. "Here, hamsters, get your, um…nip!" She threw it in the opposite direction.
Of course, no hamster can resist Hamster-Nip. They were off of her in a heartbeat. With that over with, Amber raced on, hoping that that was it…
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"So, what's the danger rating on this one?" Numbuh 1 said.
"I dunno…" Numbuh 2 said, panicked. "The DNA signal is garbled. But she just made it past the hamsters."
Numbuh 3 gasped. "She didn't hurt any, did she?"
"No. Oh, crap, she used Hamster-Nip!"
"Hamster-Nip? That's the most effective tool for hamsters anyone can get! I don't know who did this, but we better get there quick. If she's got Hamster-Nip, Numbuh 5 doesn't know what else she could have!" They approached the treehouse…
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Amber ran through another booby-trapped hallway. And another. And another. And another. And- then they stopped.
Her jaw dropped. She was in the middle of the Kids Next Door common room. Her mission had succeeded!
Now, there was just one more thing to do. She reached into her back pack and pulled out a note. She decided to read it over one last time, just to make sure that it made sense.
Dear Kids Next Door, Numbers 1-5 of Sector V:
I don't wish to disturb you, but this is urgent. There is a big emergency that needs immediate attention, concerning the mental freedom of many children. We need your help. For more information, please meet me at the back of the school at 10:00 tonight.
Thank you for your concern,
The signature was blurred and hard to read. Just like it should be.
Amber was about to place the letter in front of the main computer, when the screen lit up. "Requesting password," it said.
"Oh no oh no oh NO! How do I turn this thing off?!" Amber began pushing random buttons…
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Meanwhile, Sector V stood cramped in the small elevator. "What's she doing now?" Numbuh 1 asked.
"She's goofing with the mainframe!" Numbuh 2 said. "Doesn't she know that that's not a toy?!?!"
There was a ding, and Numbuhs 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5 stepped out of the elevator- in full view of Amber.
Both sides looked at each other for a moment. Then, Amber broke the silence. "Ehh…hi?
"Hey- It's one of those Delightful Dorks!" Numbuh 1 said.
"Which one?" Numbuh 3 said.
"Don't you recognize her? It's the crazy one!Get her!" In a flash, Sector V pulled out a full arsenal of 2x4 weapons. Numbuh 4 fired his, and everything went black…
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WhenAmber awoke,her vision was clouded. She blinked once, and her eyes focused. She tried to move, but she couldn't. She looked around. She seemed to be tied face-down to a giant board-thing, with a mask-thing over her face. Her backpack was two feet away, on a table. Before she could even think about escaping, she heard a British-accented voice.
"Talk." The mask was whipped off her face. She could now see clearer. Four operatives were holding SPLANKERs to her head and back, while a fifth was pacing. He held the mask in his hand. It was Numbuh 1.
"I said, TALK!" Amber felt a sharp pain in her butt. One of the operatives had struck her with his SPLANKER.
"What am I supposed to say?" she retorted.
"Over the past 24 hours, you have been the subject of many strange behaviors. First, you go all whackadoodle, asking us to help you- WHICH WE WON'T EVER DO-" The operative struck again. "And now you break into the Treehouse! Why are you doing this?"
Amber thought hard. She couldn't really explain why. It was complicated. So she said the first thing that came to her head: "If I told you, you wouldn't believe me."
And in a way, she was right. Two operatives struck her butt this time. "Nice try," Numbuh 1 said. "What are your intentions?"
"If I told you, you wouldn't believe me."
More butt pain. "What is the meaning of this note?" He held up the letter that Amber had planned to leave.
"If I told you, you wouldn't believe me."
More butt pain. "Why didn't our DNA rays recognize your genetic structure?"
"If I told- well, actually, I don't know."
Even more butt pain. "And… why are you so loony?"
Amber gave him a funny look. If only he knew... she thought."Uhh...If I told you, you-"
The SPLANKERs were now slapping like crazy. "Yeah, yeah, we know," Numbuh 4 said. "Now, spit it out, or we'll SPLANK you so bad that you won't be able to sit down for a year! Y'hear me? A YEAR!!!"
This made her give in. "Fine," she said. "Anyway..."
Wow, one heck of a cliffhanger. Bye! -SP