Operation: TIME-TRAVEL

Today or
In time
Many
Erupt

Time
Rocks
Aviators
Very crazily
Even
Loony

By Ahhelga

Author's Note: Okay. I'm beginning to shake things up, so yeah. Okay? Okay.

Disclaimer: I do…not own Codename: Kids Next Door!

Chapter 7- Numbuh 70

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((A Ship in Space—November 20th, 8:34 PM))

"I'm bored," complained Kuki. She slumped down in her chair, spinning it.

"I must agree with Numbuh 3, it's taking an awfully long time," Nigel said afterwards.

"Oh don't worry," said Willy, not looking back at them. "We're almost there…"

"But I don't see a thing!" Hoagie said, looking out the window. "No Moon, no Headquarters."

"If you can't see it doesn't mean it's not there," Calli replied. "We're here."

The ship started to slow down, and descend into what seemed like thin air. But as they slowed down, it seemed a gravitational pull started pulling them now. And once the ship seemed it had landed on air, they saw that there was the moon, and the KND Moon Base.

"Some smarty in the Technologies Department had found out a great way for the adults to not find out anything about us," Calli murmured. "They make it invisible to anyone unless you land…and of course, if you are a kid."

It amazed the five as they walked out of the ship. It was even better than it was twenty years ago—of course, the kids didn't feel like it was twenty years after.

It wasn't long before all kids heard a voice that got them out of their daze. Turning, they found a boy—blonde, pinkish-skinned, just about their age, and looking a bit unstable. He had also been wearing KND armor.

"I saw your ship on the radar," he said brightly, especially towards Calli. He then noticed the five other, unrecognizable kids. "Um…do I know you? You look…familiar."

"You would say that, Numbuh 70," said Willy, softly, almost as if hiding something.

"You do know that non-KND membuhs are not allowed up here, right?" Numbuh 70 checked with Willy and Calli.

"Yes, but…" Willy started, drifting off.

"But?" Numbuh 70 had asked, expecting an answer.

"Hey! We are KND operatives!" blurted Wally, offended.

"Oh? Then what are your Numbuhs?" asked Numbuh 70 raising a brow.

"I'm Numbuh 1, he's Numbuh 2, that one is Numbuh 3, them two are Numbuhs 5 and 4," said Nigel, stepping forward.

"Oh, right, like I'm supposed to believe that." Numbuh 70 rolled his eyes. "I know very well that my top team is up here. Why, they are in that building right now. Honestly, Numbuh 28, I'm disappointed in you; I expected better."

Willy turned to the older male. He sighed. And he dropped his voice, lower than a whisper.

"Code 789," muttered Willy.

Numbuh 70's eyes grew larger. None, either Calli, had known what he meant. A KND Operative, who had been guarding the entrance to the Head Quarters, (and also seemed to be listening) hadn't even heard what Willy said. Numbuh 70 had spun on his heel, motioning all of them to follow him.

Before entering, the same guard was about to not permit them through, but Numbuh 70 stopped him. They continued to walk briskly and roughly. It wasn't long 'til the five couldn't keep up as much, and had to slow down a bit.

"Hurry," said Numbuh 70 simply.

They hurried a bit now, rushing almost. They had to. They were curious now, for they entered a pair of doors. The doors opened automatically at Numbuh 70's arrival. Everyone followed, and they now entered a new room, a new scary room.

It had cement walls, a table (in the middle), a few chairs to fit five kids on each side, and one file folder in the middle. Sitting automatically, everyone kept looking at Numbuh 70. It seemed he knew most about this predicament.

"Why I have to take you to this room, you ask?" he said, closing his eyes—nobody had spoken. "There are no cameras, no tape recorders, nothing. This is where the KND-HELP team (a few of my top Operatives) helps other KND Membuhs with their problems and—well, why do you need to know that? What's important is what I need to talk to you guys about…"

He faced the five kids. Calli and Willy were equally as confused as them. He sighed, running his hand through his blonde hair.

"What can I say? How can I start?" he muttered to himself. "I hadn't expected this for a long time…"

"You expected us?" Calli asked.

"Yes, of course," Numbuh 70 stated. "My brother Lex (Alexander) had informed me before he was…decommissioned."

By now, Numbuh 70 dropped the conversation about his brother, making it seem mysterious. He closed his eyes and opened them again; they seemed soft and caring, but still stern.

"You five," he addressed the five. "Could call me Numbuh 70 or Angelo; it's your choice. For you two, Numbuhs 28 and 18, you can't you know that… My mother always told me that 'Angelo' meant 'messenger', and that's exactly what I'm about to do: I will be the messenger and tell you the message my brother told me.

"Quite the years ago, not long after you were decommissioned, a terrible thing happened. The KND was in damage, all owned to…him, and kids had to be the adults' slaves, it was terrible. But with ever bad time, there had been a good time. Afterwards, we have been triumphant but still the adults have worn off on us. The KND are the only ones that know of this. Reason being is that everyone's memories have been erased.

"And…my brother was one of the original Membuhs who was there that battle for freedom. He knew of your existence in the future because…because…"

"Attention all KND Membuhs!" said a voice on an intercom on the ceiling. "There has been an attack on the Chinese base. We need Operatives there pronto."

Angelo stood up from his seat, his eyes closed. He muttered something of an "again?" but was too low to hear. He opened his eyes and walked over to the door. He stopped before opening it.

"You two have to watch over them," he said simply. "If they get out, they'll be washed of memories of Moon Base—keep them here! It'll be my butt if they're gone. I shall explain later on when I come back. Good bye."

With that, he left, leaving the seven kids in the room clueless.

((A Street in a Suburban Town—November 20th, 9:27 PM))

Hoagie decided to walk home. It had been night, true, but this was a harmless street—he was sure of it. The craziest people were his own two best friends: Kuki and Wally. And they weren't even crazy as Insane Asylum crazy. He sighed. His home had only been across town, but it seemed like forever on this night, even if he had already walked to his apartment from their house to his.

These last few days have been interesting. His mind was full of thoughts that he hadn't mentioned when they were sharing lost memories. What did these memories mean? Sure he had quite a few, but that's just it, they were only a few.

His hands were pushed in his pockets. He felt his cell phone and his car keys in his right pocket—in the left…there was a picture. He had forgotten about the picture. He was supposed to show it to the rest, but, he realized now, why do that? It showed some of his intimate thoughts, even if it was cleverly hidden.

He took out the picture. It wasn't taken care of so carefully, but it was still in good shape. The glossiness shone in the moonlit night.

Her arm was around his shoulders. He had two fingers up behind her head, bunny-ears. They both had been grinning. And he only looked slightly different. Back then when he was a kid he wore smaller goggles than the ones he had on, a pilot's cap, and was much rounder. Much, much rounder. He didn't know how that happened—he still loved food—but now he was slimmer, not as slim as a thin man, but he was slim. Her red cap, her blue shirt, her hoop earrings, they all matched her personality. Deep, dark, odd, all so perfect.

The memory was very hazy. He giggled and said "Hop in the picture". Of course, she hadn't realized it was a pun, because she didn't know he was doing bunny-ears in the picture. She smiled, he almost cracked up. That was all he remembered. He didn't remember his surroundings, who was taking the picture, or even how the camera looked like, he just remembered her—Abby.

He was sure it was Abby. This new one—this grown one—was different though, he felt it. She was very, very different. Not as in looks wise (if it were, it'd still be different), her personality. He sighed and put the picture back in his pocket carefully.

It was when he glanced at the moon that he noticed something—a silhouette. It was standing on the roof of Kuki's and Wally's place. He hadn't gone far, only a block, so he could make out the figure perfectly.

It looked familiar…how? He only noticed the smoke coming from his mouth—cigarette?—and his blonde hair. He still thought the person was familiar. No, it wasn't Wally, or Kuki (how would it be?), it wasn't their kids, for they weren't grown men. He stared for a second. Then…in an instant, it disappeared. Just like that.

Was Hoagie seeing things?

Wally looked over to his wife. She was quiet as she ate her dried mango. This wasn't the woman he married, he knew it. But of course, his wife was as vicious as a bull dog then. He glanced over at the book he was reading. Of course, Kuki had suggested the book, but he hadn't wanted to read it. He never was the type to read.

Her voice broke the silence. "I'm going to go paint."

He held onto her arm as she was about to go. His eyes pleaded. "No, stay here, I need company."

She saw sadness in his eyes. She wondered what about. Sighing, she sat down in her chair.

"But Wally…" she sighed. "I'll go check on the kids, then I'll come right to you."

He smirked. "That's more like it."

"You big baby," she playfully punched him in the arm. "Scared to be all alone, huh?"

"Just go," Wally said, chuckling. As she left, he slapped her behind and she jumped slightly.

"Yeah, you know you like it," she replied going up the stairs.

He went back to the book. He was only on the first two sentences—very boring ones, nonetheless—when he heard a shriek. It was one of the loudest he'd heard from his wife from coming up the stairs. Immediately, he jumped up, making his way up to the second floor.

When he reached his pale wife standing, he had just encountered every parent's nightmare.

"Where are the kids?!" she shrieked once more, pointing into their empty bedroom, with a wide window, letting the curtains blow in the incoming wind.

Author's Note: Yeah, yeah, you're thinking "But they could be in the bathroom or playing Hide 'n Go Seek. It's more complicated than that, and will be explained in coming chapters. For now, just review.

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Ahhelga
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