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Knd001: Hi Numbuh 5.You done with dinner?
PresLincoln: yeah
PresLincoln: numbuh 5's here
PresLincoln: today sure was crazy huh?
Knd001: Yes, but at least Amber's got control. Good thing we discovered the powers before Father did.
PresLincoln: yep
PresLincoln: so we're gonna help her destroy father
Knd001: Stop double-posting like that, it's annoying.
PresLincoln: it's traditional, numbuh 1
PresLincoln: pfft
Knd001: Whatever. Anyway, yes, yes we are. And her powers will just make things easier.
PresLincoln: sure, chief
PresLincoln: oh
Knd001: What?
PresLincoln: idea forming
PresLincoln: taking shape
PresLincoln: COMPLETE!
Knd001: An idea? What is it?
PresLincoln: you'll see tomorrow
PresLincoln: numbuh 5 signing off
Knd001: No, wait! Whaddya mean that I'll see?

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Knd001: Ugh. Okay, see you tommorrow.

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Chapter 14: The S.O.S.

The Lincoln's house
Right after dinnertime

Abby closed her laptop. She placed it in a corner of her room, flopped down on her bed, and thought for a bit. Was her idea really that good? What would she say? Would she submit?

Those thoughts would get her nowhere. She just had to stand up and do what she had to do. Force information.

She adjusted her cap, got some earmuffs, and got a notepad. Bravely, she leaped from her room, stealthilyforward-rolled down the hallway, and stopped by a door. She put on the earmuffs and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" a voice called.

"Uhh...your father!" Abby said, doing her best impression of her dad.

"Okay, Abby, that's just sad." The door opened, revealing Cree. As Abby had expected, a wave of loud music exploded out of the room (it was the song 'Down Hill From Here' by I don't know). It was so loud that she had to recoil a few feet, even with earmuffs.

"What do you want?"Cree said angrily. "Spying on me, are you?"

"If I was spying, I wouldnt've knocked."

"Good point." She thought for a second. "Why exactly are you here?"

"Let's see," Abby said, opening her notepad. "I just need to ask you a few questions."

"Oh, really?" Cree said, voice going from cold and threatening to gooey and sister-dearest like in a millisecond. "Like what?"

"Well, we at the Kids Next Door are about to begin an assault on somewhere. We understand that you have information on the somewhere, and would probably be willing to share it under the circumstances."

"You know, if you had presented this about a year or two ago, I might've cared. But I DON'T!" Her shout was even louder than the insanely loud music.

"Really? I understand that a year or two ago, you cared about it like heck. You even escaped your decommisioning to continue it. Perhaps you remember- April 17, 1998?"

Cree's sneer transformed immediately into a worried look. "How...how do you know about...that day?"

"One of the people involved came to us, looking for help. We're farther along in three or four days than you ever were in five years. But we need more details, like what you've already tried."

Cree's voice sounded like she was in a trance. "Yes...you do. There is a blind spot...in Father's security system. North wall, sixteen feet over. Delightfuls' room is easily acessed from there."

"Thank you," Abby said. "You'd better be right." She packed up to leave.

"No, thank you," Cree said, still trance-like. "You've continued the work I wasn't able to finish. Of course, I never had inside help." She smiled softly. "Now- GET OUTTA HERE BEFORE I PUT A HURT ON YA!" Her tone snapped back to angry again.

"Okay, okay..." Abby ran back to her room in a flash. As the door closed, Cree opened hers again. She was smiling.

"Go get em, tiger."

The next day
3 pm

Numbuh 1 was sitting in his treehouse-room, throwing darts at an old dartboard. He was stressed. Over the past few days, things had been quite hectic. First Amber had come into their lives with her noble cause, then the Moonbase trip and the whole powers thing- it was enough to make anyone pull their hair out- or in Numbuh 1's case, repeatedly bang on his skull.

But he wasn't unwilling to help- no sir. It was a Kids Next Door honor to help a child in need. And Amber was defenitely that- a child in need of Fatherlessness. They couldn't give up on her now.

Just then, a message screamed through the Treehouse. "Incomming Transmission! All operatives report to control immediately!"

As fast as he could, Numbuh 1 tore out of his room and to control. The other four filtered in just as quickly.

"Report," Numbuh 1 said. "Play transmission!"

"Playing transmission." A voice was broadcast throught the Treehouse. It sounded eerily like...

Amber.

"Kids Next Door! Kids Next Door! We have trouble, I repeat, we have trouble! Father, he...oh no...GET OVER HERE NOW! I-" The message filled with static, so the next parts were hard to understand. There was a final scream-

"ITHARTREEEKKKK!"

And the message died.

They stared at nothing for a few seconds. Then Numbuh 1 spoke.

"You heard her...we have to get over there...NOW!"

At that, all hell broke loose. Numbuh 2 made a mad scramble for the docking bay, trying to figure out which BattleMech to use. Numbuh 3 ran around in circles for no reason. Numbuh 4 dashed towards the aresenal cabinet to get weapons. Numbuh 5 walked at her own pace, knowing that the others would just runand run and get nowhere for a bit, to get her notebook. And Numbuh 1 tapped at his keyboard frantically, telling Moonbase that they were going on a big mission and would probably request backup.

Half an hour later, everyone was ready. Well, except Numbuh 3. She was still running around with no reason.

"Okay. We're all ready. Remember, if any of them are in emotional states we could be in trouble. We haven't any time to spare. Kids Next Door, head for the-

KIDS NEXT DOOR S.T.R.U.C.T.E.R.Y. Super Titantic Robot Ubermabob Crushes sTuffs Ever Really Yuluperquietly.

So they did. And, quietly, they jumped out of the Treehose and headed down the lane.

Of course, that was where they were, right?

Father's Mansion
two and a half seconds later

"Yes, Kids Next Door, we have trouble," Father said. He walked across the room he was in. "Trouble for you when you meet my latest creation." He pulled on a rope, opening a curtain.

"Ah yes," he said to himself. "They are the dream of some, the nightmare of others. They have come from the very depths of obscurity, where danger abounds. They are trained to be experts, to move with deadly precision- usually quite literally.Their only instinct? To assess their target- and kill slowly and painfully. They show no mercy. They are like the deadliest of the expert bounty hunters.They would kill their most trusted friend if ordered by me- but what friends do they have in any case? They are...THE WARRIOR JUVRNILES FROM THE UPSIDE OF DOWNTOWN!"

"Or maybe it should be the downside of Uptown...ah, who cares. But anyway...prepare to burn in this Mansion, Kids Next Door! Isn't that right, my children?"

"Yes, Father." In the inky darkness, five pairs of eyes stared blankly ahead...

Wow. Bye! -SP