Hi there! Here is the next chapter. Wow, that was bland.
Velvet Panther: I was in a writing mood that day. I think I'm still in a writing mood too.
Cree was very dedicated to that mission. Not even aging would stop that.
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Chapter 15: Revelation
The S.T.R.U.C.T.E.R.Y.silently rampaged down the long lane. Who makes a lane this long? Numbuh 1 thought. Geezers.
The lane was so long, Father's mansion didn't even come into sight for a while. When it finally did, the sun was setting in the sky. It was almost curfew time, but they didn't care. All they cared about was saving Amber and her siblings from a horrorble fate.
Just as the last rays of sunlight twinkled in the sky, the hatch in the STRUCTERY opened, allowing Sector V to jump out, weapons in hand. They were wearing communication devices.
"Okay team, here's the plan," Numbuh 1 said. "We go in, fend off the security system-"
"No, we don't," Numbuh 5 said. "We go at the north wall, sixteen feet over. Nothing will attack us there."
Numbuh 1's head whirled around. "How are you so sure?"
"I have my sources. Continue, chief."
"Okay. We enter at that north place, get to Amber and the rest, drop them off at Moonbase, and get back to the Treehouse immediately. The mission is purely search and rescue, we only fire if fired upon. If Father finds us, we'll stand for a fight. Everybody clear?"
"Uh, sure. Whatever."
"Okay. Kids Next Door, MOVE OUT!" At that, Sector V jumped over the gate that lead to the lawns, and ran for the north wall. Numbuh 2 used some sort of long range measurer to pinpoint sixteen feet over, and shot a blast of ink to mark the spot. It made a lovely splot! ing sound, but nothing else happened.
Numbuh made a hand signal towards the others, and they moved in. Activationg something on their shoes, they walked along the splot, straight up the wall. As Cree said, nothing attacked them. After a few minutes of careful climbing, they reached a window. Numbuh 3 threw a rock through it, breaking it. After this, they jumped inside, brandishing their weapons.
"Here we go. Numbuh 3, keep watch. Numbuh 2, try and disable the security systems. Numbuhs 4, 5, and I will go and find Amber and the others. If Father approaches, hit him with all you've got. Clear?"
"Uhh...not really," Numbuh 2 said uncertainly.
"Why?"
"Because we're surrounded by his knight things." Looking around, Numbuh 1 saw that he was right. An entire platoon of Sir Toastys had formed a double ring around the small group. They loomed menacingly.
"Okay..." Numbuh 5 said. "Now what?"
"Uh..." Numbuh 1 said, "Let's run around screaming."
"Yeah, sure, okay." At that, Sector V followed orders. They ran around screaming until the Sir Toasties grabbed them by the waist and slapped them on their heads, knocking them unconsious. The last thing Numbuh 1 saw before he lost counciousness completely was a dark sillouhette.
But it didn't look like Father.
"Ugh..."
Rubbing his head, Numbuh 1 stood up. The other four operatives were strewn around him. They were just waking up too.
"What...happened?" Numbuh 3 moaned.
"I...don't know," Numbuh 1 said.
"But I do," a voice said. Now wide awake, the five spun around.
It was Father. He was standing on a stairwell, and getting closer every minute.
"My minions captured you while you were trying to get in," he said. "I don't know why outside security didn't get you, but it all ends here. The Delightful Children are my responsibility. You're not helping anyone."
"You...know?" Numbuh 1 said, shocked.
"Of course I do!" Father said, bursting into flame. "I've known since Day 1! What, do you think I'm stupid?"
"Yes," Numbuh 4 said. Father shot a flare at him, whichjust barelysinged his finger.
"I may be stupid, but it ain't sheer luck that I have you trapped and destroyed!" He laughed evily.
"But we aren't destroyed yet." Numbuh 2 said.
"You may not be, but you will be," Father said. "Allow me to introduce my latest creation."
He pressed a button, and a red curtain lifted. He then repeated the closing paragraph from Chapter 14.
"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?"
Numbuh 1's breath caught in his throat.
"They are...THE WARRIOR JUVRNILES FROM THE UPSIDE OF DOWNTOWN!" He laughed evilly. "Or should I say...The Delightful Children From Down The Lane?"
As the curtain fully rose, the faces of the warrior 'juvrniles' were visible. A short, fat one...a tall, lanky one...one with a round head...a really short one...they were four of the Delightful Children. Leona, Daniel, Michael, and Lenny.
But where was Amber?
That question was answered immediately as she foated down calmly. She was wearing an outfit reminescinent of Terra's Slade outfit from Teen Titans, coplete with the hair over the face. She looked exactly like a younger version of her, all the way down to the face.
Except the eyes. The eyes were black.
"No..." Numbuh 1 breathed. "Amber...what has he done to you?"
Amber said nothing. She lunged at Numbuh 1...
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