Sorry it took so long to update, I've had a hectic summer lol! Big, big BIG thankies to all my lil reviewers luv ya guys:) Ok, now on with the story!
"Yes, what about it?" Asked the large computer image of numbuh 65.3
"You haven't found anyone to take it have ya?" Asked numbuh two hopefully.
"Err… I think numbuh 56 from Sector F mentioned something about being interested, but that was about- hey! Have you been crying?" He asked curiously, noticing numbuh two's red puffy eyes and tear streaked cheeks.
"What? No! We er, we had onions, on-on our pizza," Replied numbuh two quickly, snapping his goggles back into place and scrubbing furiously at his cheek with the back of his hand. "So the position's still open then?"
"Yes, of course," numbuh 65.3 responded haughtily. "But why are you interested all of a sudden?" He asked suspiciously.
"Well you know, we've got numbuh 105 here for any 2x4 technology commands, so I thought maybe I'd move on to bigger things," numbuh two shrugged in a would-be-casual voice.
"Numbuh 105? When did he move? I didn't here about any transfer!" Said numbuh 65.3 incredulously. Numbuh two shrugged uncaringly.
"Well, numbuh 362 sent the transfer papers through to numbuh one," he said, starting to get bored of the conversation.
"Numbuh 362 has gone on vacation!" Said numbuh 65.3, with a maddeningly superior air, almost as though the thought of sharing such valuable information with such a common member of the Kids Next Door was unthinkable.
"Yeah yeah, well someone transferred him," said numbuh two, yawning and starting to feel fed up. "So are you gonna let me apply for this head engineer position or not."
"Fine, fine, but you're going to have to leave right now," said numbuh 65.3 importantly.
"Suits me just fine," muttered numbuh 2 bitterly.
"This is numbuh 65.3, signing out." As soon as the screen went blank, all the emotions of tonight came flooding back to numbuh two, the dark screen reminding him of the blackness he felt he was being suffocated in. With a heavy heart, he flung an empty backpack onto an unoccupied desk and began to pack. He put in a picture of a very young version of himself, riding happily on his father's shoulders, without a care in the world. Next went in a picture of sector V. Numbuh two gave a sad smile as he stared at it absent-mindedly. The picture had been taken in a photo booth at a carnival that had come to town, and due to the large sugar intake they'd had from all the cotton candy and taffy and candied apples, they were all looking very happy and hyper. Even numbuh's one and four were smiling giddily for the picture, an extremely rare event, thought numbuh two with a small laugh. What he loved most about the picture though, was the fact that numbuh five had her arm around him and her face was pressed close towards his… he had felt so ecstatic at that moment… like he just wanted to be frozen in time like that, just like in the picture. Feeling tears prickle the back of his eyes he quickly deposited the photo inside the bag and threw in some essentials that he'd need up at the moon base. Then miserably, he slowly zipped up the bag and hoisted it onto his back… knowing facing his teammates now would not be an easy task.
The rest of sector V had retired to the living room, their tummies now considerably bloated and happy, blissful looks on their faces. Numbuh one had flopped down onto an armchair, for once too tired to do any work on the super computer. Numbuh's four and three now occupied the couch, sitting next to each other and holding hands awkwardly. Numbuh 105 sat next to numbuh four, with numbuh five sat on the floor and leaning back on his legs as she flicking through her magazine. Anyone looking at her would have thought she looked content, but secretly she was wondering if she'd made the right decision in saying yes to numbuh 105… and she was still trying to work out what numbuh two had been about to say before numbuh 105 had interrupted… Suddenly the automatic doors opened up to reveal a very down looking numbuh two. They all looked up at him and then at the large backpack hanging on his back.
"Goin' somewhere?" Numbuh four laughed.
"You could say that," mumbled numbuh two.
"Oooh, where're you going?" Asked numbuh three excitedly. "You know there's a new rainbow monkey campsite just opened! But then again you'd need a tent… Oh oh I know! You're…"
"I'm leaving." Numbuh two interrupted her sadly.
"Yeah yeah, I know that, but where are you going to? Oh are you going to the carnival? Wow I wanna go too!" Numbuh three complained.
"Wait, what do you mean you're leaving?" Asked numbuh one, looking over the top of his dark glasses sternly.
"I got offered a job up at moon base," said two, trying to keep his voice calm as he held his head up high.
"WHAT?" Yelled the rest of his team, except numbuh 105, who merely shrugged.
"Dude! Ya can't leave!" Said numbuh four indignantly, letting go of numbuh three's hand and standing up on the couch.
"Well I am, I have to go right away. So I guess this means goodbye," said numbuh two, sounding as though he was quoting a line from some corny film.
"Hold up," said numbuh five crossly, getting to her feet and walking over to where her soon to be ex teammate stood. You can't just quit like dat! You didn't even give us a reason for why you're leavin'!"
"I have my reasons," he said importantly, glad his goggles hid his teary eyes. With a small smile at them and a last look round at the kids he'd spent so much of his time with and gotten to know so well, he exited through the door, leaving an extremely flabbergasted (save numbuh 105, who looked totally indifferent) sector V behind.
"So… does this mean numbuh two wont go to the carnival with me?" Asked numbuh three sadly. They all looked at her incredulously.
As numbuh two steered his ship away from the tree house, he drove slowly so as to get a last, long look at the place where he'd spent almost two years of his life growing up alongside his friends. However, as soon as it became just a tiny speck in the distance, he thrust the ship into full speed, and made a journey he'd never made without Sector V in his entire life.
"Ok, so this is the team you'll be working with," said numbuh 65.3 professionally, about three hours later form when numbuh two had set off.
"Numbuh seventy seven, numbuh ninety six and numbuh thirty four," each operative gave numbuh two a friendly wave as their numbuh was called, and numbuh two returned each one half-heartedly. A sandy haired boy in blue dungarees covered in grease and oil approached them with a large smile plastered on his face.
"Ah, and this is numbuh 105," numbuh 65.3 carried on, pointing at the boy. "I told you he hadn't been transferred," he added smugly, as though the thought of the information of a transferred operative not being confided in him was simply preposterous.
"No no, not this numbuh 105, the other one," said numbuh two impatiently, starting to regret his decision already. Numbuh 65.3 and the rest of them stared at him in bewilderment.
"There is no other numbuh 105," numbuh 65.3 informed him.
"What! Then what- who-" numbuh two stammered in confusion.
Meanwhile, back at the sector V tree house, numbuh's one, three, four and five were all clamoured around the super computer, ordering to be seen by numbuh 362.
"I'm sorry, numbuh 362 is on vacation, and that's all there is to it!"
"No no, that's impossible!" Said numbuh one angrily, slamming his fists on the keyboard impatiently. "She sent some transfer papers through just a few hours ago!"
"Nope, sorry, there haven't been any transfers made in the last month. Signing out, sorry." The screen went blank leaving a very confused looking sector V.
"How is that possible? I-she- I- then how did-"
"Oh, I'd say that's the least of your worries right now," said a snide voice behind them. The last thing sector V saw was numbuh 105 stood with a stun lazer in his hand, before their whole world, went black….
Oooh big cliffhanger! Mwahaha! And I have total power over what happens next! Maybe if I get some reviews it'll turn out to be a happy ending…. Nah just kidding, I don't do blackmail, just please R+R! buh bye xoxox