WHY FIGHT ME?
(Numbuh 60 crouches into a fighting stance. The teenagers form a massive ring around him and Dark Grinder.)
(Dark Grinder doesn't prepare to fight, but he begins to speak.)
Dark Grinder: (Grinding) There is no escape Numbuh 60. (Grinding) You're base is lost, and your fellow Operatives (grinding) will not weather this assault. (Grinding) You have great skill (grinding) and as I hear, your thirteenth birthday (grinding) is but a year or two away.
(Grinding) Why continue to fight a lost cause? (Grinding) A cause that will inevitably betray you (grinding) as it did many of us?
(Grinding) Many of us were once Operatives like you Numbuh 60. (Grinding) We fought adult tyranny just as fiercely as you, (grinding) then we were discarded by this laughable excuse (grinding) of a rebel organization for no reason (grinding) other than our unavoidable thirteenth birthdays.
(Grinding) An organization cannot survive decommissioning its own operatives (grinding) any more than a beast can survive by eating itself. (Grinding) Your organization has been marching itself to ruin for years now (grinding) let it fall, and let yourself be reborn (grinding) as one of us.
(Numbuh 60's hard gaze softens a little as he listens…)
Dark Grinder: (Grinding) What say you Numbuh 60?
(Numbuh 60 lowers his head for a moment, then raises up again. His eyes consumed with a fire of passionate anger and hate.)
(Then Numbuh 60 charged his adversary.)
Numbuh 60: KIDS NEXT DOOR!
(Dark Grinder was surprised by Numbuh 60s sudden furry, but his stance was as unmoving as the hard mask that covered his face.)
(Numbuh 60 attempts sliding into his opponent's legs, hoping for a quick takedown, but Dark Grinder jumps and clears the sliding operative as easily as if he could fly.) (Numbuh 60
quickly gets up, facing the dark phantom's black caped back, then runs
forward throwing a punch with all his strength. But in a dark flash, Dark Grinder spins around, blocks Numbuh 60s attack and knocks him on his back.
In a mad frenzy, Numbuh 60 hops up and begins grappling
hand-to-hand with the shadowy phantom, summoning ever ounce of speed
and courage within him. After more than a minute of intense exchange of
punches and kicks, Numbuh 60 is exhausted, and the grinding of Dark Grinder's mask is going steadily faster.)
(Then in one last flash of agility, Dark Grinder sweeps his foot under Numbuh 60, then palm strikes him backward. This time Numbuh 60 has no reserve to help him up and can't continue fighting.)
(After Numbuh 60 is chained and thrown in the pile with the other operatives, Numbuh 5 hangs her head in utter defeat.)
Numbuh 1: Come on Numbuh 5, don't give up hope now, the others will save us.
(Though as Numbuh 1 spoke these words of encouragement he too felt the desperation and hopelessness of the situation.)
(They were helpless, about two thirds of the entire Kids Next Door
were shackled in that hangar; including the ten sectors captured before the fight. What little remained of their fighting force
was behind that one door leading to Moonbase, and most of them had left
their weapons behind in the retreat. Numbuh 1 didn't want to admit it, but the situation was looking pretty hopeless.)
Numbuh 5: I guess we should've figured it would come to this, huh? All our old friends coming back as teenagers, kicking our butts and reminding us what we have to look forward to when we're older. ...(mumbling) if they let us live that long...
(One teenager was walking by and heard them talking.)
Teenager: You keep your mouth shut, Kids Next "Dork"
(Then strangely the teenager kneels down to the chained operatives and lifts up his visor. It's Maurice!)
Maurice: You don't wanna jump the gun yet do you?
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