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Operation: T.I.M.E
Time
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Elders
Numbuh Eighteen couldn't move.
She was lying on a table with her hands and feet hold by some kind of strong metal and a big, heavy helmet on her head.
She definitely couldn't move.
'What the crud…', she thought and suddenly she heard footsteps coming near her and a dark figure smiled evilly down at her.
"So… you're awake…" he said. Numbuh Eighteen was confused. Who was this guy? She could swear she'd never saw him before.
"Who are you?" she managed to say and at that the man was surprised,
"Who am I!" he became suddenly angry and literally burned, "You don't know Father! You don't know the genius behind all of this!".
Numbuh Eighteen looked at him, but didn't understand.
"Who's father, anyway…?" she said.
"Are you kidding me!" he exclaimed burning with rage, but immediately calmed down and looked at her, smiling again. "Maybe you don't know me… but you know them…"
"Hi, Numbuh Eighteen…" said five children and laughed. Numbuh Eighteen couldn't see them, the helmet on her head didn't permit her to move her head, but recognized the voices and clenched her teeth.
"You again! What do you want now!", she said, "Why do you brought me here? What's your plan!"
"Why? That's simple…" said Father smiling, "Let start from the beginning, shall we?", he came near her and Numbuh Eighteen saw his evil grin again, "I always wanted a world ruled by adults, where kids were just slaves, some kind of puppets in the adult's hands… but those Kids Next Door always got in the way and ruin my plan, over and over again…".
Numbuh Eighteen listened to him, and quickly realized he was crazy and that she had to get out from there as fast as she could.
"Then I had an idea…" Father continued, "Kidnap some of Kids Next Door strongest operatives, brainwash them and use them, without their will, against their own friends… they'll betray them, and secretly bring them here where they'll be brainwash too. And all of this without anyone to notice… step by step every kid all over the world will be under my command, every one of them, no one excluded…" he stopped and looked at Numbuh Eighteen, "Then, one day, I decided to start my plan… and I immediately thought about Numbuh Four, the stupidest but strongest operative of those Kids Next Dorks. It was him the one I wanted to kidnap, but you ruined everything!"
"Yeah! Everything!" they said in unison the Delightful Children from Down the Lane.
"The Delightfuls told me about you. They told me you're strong, but that you use brawns over brains and most of all that you're new… so I decided to use you, instead..."
"Okay… now I know why I'm here… but, how the crud will you brainwash me!" said angrily Numbuh Eighteen, secretly hoping that her friends will came and rescue her.
"That's simple too…" Father said grinning, "You see… the helmet you have on your head can collect all your memories, all of them, and show them on the monitor beside you…", Numbuh Eighteen turned slightly her head, but to no use.
"Why?"
"Just for our amusement… anyway, when the monitor finishes saving your memories, they'll all be immediately deleted from your head… you know what that mean? It means you will not remember who you are, will not remember your parents, your friends! You'll only trust what I'll say to you, you'll be what I say you to be, you'll do what I'll tell you to do… you'll be in my hands, and I'll be your only family…" he laughed maniacally, "The moonbase will be mine, everything will be mine!".
"You're crazy! My friends will ruin your plans!" said Numbuh Eighteen,
"I don't think so, milady… it will be too late…" and he pressed a button on Numbuh Eighteen's helmet and Jude felt an electric shock in her head and she knew that her memories were now shown, one after the other, on the screen beside her.
"Oh, look… those are my children…" Father said watching the monitor, "You done a wonderful job…" he said. Numbuh Eighteen then understood that her memories where shown starting with the recent ones to her first ones.
"I would be glad to stay, but I must go, important work to do… I'll leave you the Delightfuls for company…" and Numbuh Eighteen heard footsteps going away, then she tried to free herself once more, hoping for a miracle.
"You can't free yourself…" the Delightfuls said. They were serious and their tone of voice surprised the blond girl a lot.
"You know what they say… hope is the last to…" but stopped.
"You're stupid…" they said, "Just stupid… when Father's plan come to an end, you'll just be like us. We'll be your family, your friends won't count anything for you…".
Numbuh Eighteen watched the white ceiling for some minutes then she grinned.
"Maybe if it comes to an end… but it will never begin in the first place…" and that the room started to move, the ceiling fell down and, at last, the Kids Next Door arrived. The Delightfuls make some step backwards and reach out for a gun in an angle of the room.
"We arrived! Did you missed us?", Numbuh Eighteen smiled widely,
"Numbuh Two!"
"In person!"
"You'll never ruin our plans! You're too late!" the Delightfuls exclaimed, laughing like maniacs again. Numbuh Eighteen thought they finally returned to themselves, the tone of voice they had before disappeared, and strangely she was slightly relived at that.
When Numbuh Five landed in the room where Numbuh Eighteen was captured something immediately catch her eye. It was the white monitor beside Numbuh Eighteen. It was the familiar face it was now showing. Well, she didn't know who the girl was, but it was like she knew that smile.
Numbuh Five didn't understand.
The ten year old girl on screen was looking at her, smiling. Numbuh Five stared at those goggles and at that aviator hat with the number Fourteen on it.
"What's that?" she asked at last and at that everyone, included the Delightfuls, looked at the monitor, which, by the way, was now showing an other person on it.
"Numbuh Five! This captures my memories and cancels them! If you don't do anything quickly, they'll brainwash them and use me against you!" Numbuh Eighteen exclaimed and Numbuh Five turned to the Delightfuls.
"You what?".
"Don't worry, Numbuh Eighteen I'll free you!" exclaimed Numbuh Four but the Delightfuls aimed their gun at him.
"Make an other step and you'll die!" but their gun flew from their hands as Numbuh Three had shoot at it before anything bad happened. Numbuh Four then came near the helmet on Numbuh Eighteen head and touched it.
It was then that some kind of alarm was heard and Father was immediately in the room, burning with rage.
"You again!" he said and fired at them all, but missed.
"You're mean! You want to brainwash our friend!" said Numbuh Three,
"Guess you're right!" and fired at her, but Numbuh One moved her away and fired at him with his weapon.
In the meantime Numbuh Four tried to free Numbuh Eighteen.
"What the crud!" he said but the helmet wouldn't move.
"Stop it! You're hurting me!" said Numbuh Eighteen,
"Sorry… but is this thing!" he said,
"You're both stupid…" the Delightfuls said smiling, "You can't remove it… we only know how it could be taken off…", they aimed at Numbuh Four, "Now move…"
Numbuh Four turned around and aimed at them too.
"Tell me what to do!"
"Why should we?" and laughed,
"Because I said so!" and fired mustard at them but they moved and he missed.
"You're so stupid!" and fired at him.
"Argh!" and fell, they laughed.
"Numbuh Four!", Numbuh Five heard Numbuh Three's cry and looked at her fallen companion.
"Don't you know you mustn't turn your back at the enemy?" Father said and was ready to fire, but Numbuh Five fired at him first and started to run.
"Stupid girl!" and fired, "You're sister is much more intelligent!"
"Do you think so?" said Numbuh Five and fired again after moving away from Father's fire.
Numbuh One watched the fight then, deciding that Numbuh Five was strong enough to handle the fight, he looked at the Delightfuls.
"Never hurt a Kids Next Door operative!" and run against them. Numbuh Three was beside him.
Numbuh Eighteen tried to free herself once more. She didn't want to miss the fight and neither did she want to forget everything. But she didn't know what to do. Numbuh Four was unconscious near her. She didn't have any help.
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