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Operation: T.I.M.E
Time
Is
Meeting
Elders
Numbuh Five couldn't take it anymore. This fire game had to stop.
"You're good…" said Father firing at her once more, she jumped away, "But not as good as your sister…"
"Why you keep telling me that!" she said, it was her turn to fire but missed once more. 'This fire game must stop' she thought again.
Father just laughed coming rapidly near her and punching her hard in the belly.
"That's why!" he said, kicking her again, "You're sister could dodge faster…"
Numbuh angrily punched him back.
'I need a plan!' she thought firing with her gun, Father laughed and fired too.
In the meantime Numbuh One and Three were ready to fight with the Delightfuls, gun in hand, they looked at them furiously.
"Don't you understand? This fight is useless! Useless!" they laughed evilly and suddenly fired at them. Numbuh One aimed with his favorite weapon but the Delightfuls were faster and hit it, making it fly away. Numbuh Three then fired.
"Numbuh Three…" said Numbuh One and looked at her. She immediately understood what he wanted to say and fire at them, hitting them over and over again. Numbuh One then run for his weapon and took it back.
The Delightfuls didn't notice as they were too occupied with Numbuh Three. Taking advantage of this he settled his weapon power to the maximum.
Numbuh Eighteen tried to move her head. She could hear the fighting taking place but she couldn't see who was winning and who was defeated.
'If I could take off this thing…' she thought and immediately became sad, thinking about the unconscious Numbuh Four near him.
"Ehi, Numbuh Eighteen…" someone near her whispered and she smiled.
"Numbuh Two…"
"Shh… don't talk… I'll try to free you…" he whispered back and took out something that looked a lot like a mini drill. He put it on one of Numbuh Eighteen's steel armbands and started working. "It's a special drill…" he said, "Its small and it doesn't make any noise…"
"Thank you…" she said and waited until one of her arms was finally free.
"Now… the other arm…" he said smiling, because neither Father nor the Delightfuls had noticed him.
"What are you trying to do!" exclaimed the Delightfuls looking at Numbuh Three, then smiled, seeing that the Japanese girl had finished her ammunitions. "You didn't really think that hitting us over and over again would actually work!", then they stopped and looked around, "Where's your bold leader…".
"I'm right here, you dummies!" and Numbuh One fired.
But the Delightfuls just laughed and looked at him. They then aimed their gun at him and surprisingly a shield protected them from Numbuh One's fire.
The shield disappeared as they lowered their gun.
Numbuh Five looked at Father. She couldn't take it anymore, and moreover she was starting to feel tired. She had to do something fast if she didn't want to die. And she didn't.
"What! Don't tell me you're exhausted!" said Father and fired at her, missing once more.
Numbuh Five looked at him and then noticed the big heavy column beside her enemy.
'That's it!' she though and started to run.
"What are you doing? You know you can't run away from me!" he said and run after her.
She stopped as she had arrived at the spot she wanted to be and waited until Father stopped too.
"You're stupid…" he said and laughed, "I'm tired of this game!" he said then burning with rage, "Stupid kids these days! This is your end!" and was ready to fire.
Numbuh Five grinned and looked at him.
"Stupid adults these days… as Numbuh Two could have said, they never know when they're defeated!" and fired at the column. Father watched her surprised and when he noticed the column falling on him it was too late.
Numbuh Five laughed happily. She defeated Father on her own. But now she had to help her friends. She looked at Numbuh One and Three for a moment and smiled at Numbuh Two's attempt to free Numbuh Eighteen.
"Where's Numbuh Four…".
It was true. The blond boy was nowhere in sight. He had woken up and had slowly walked away.
Numbuh Four grinned in the dark.
The Delightfuls hadn't notice him.
'Too bad…' he thought and looked at the web in his hands, 'I'm glad I had the pocked-net in my jeans…'.
He looked at the Delightfuls from above as he was hanging on one of the columns.
'Now it's my turn…' and jumped onto them trapping them inside his net.
"Numbuh Four!" exclaimed Numbuh Three happily.
"That stupid operative!" the Delightful cried out, "We hate you!", but they couldn't do anything. They had been defeated too.
"Numbuh Four!" exclaimed Numbuh One,
"Ehi! No one thinks about me?" said Numbuh Eighteen with her hands and feet free. She neither had the helmet on her head as Numbuh Two had in the meantime found the way to take it off.
"Hello…" said Numbuh Two.
"You're free!" exclaimed surprised the Delightfuls.
"Yup!" said Numbuh Eighteen and for a brief moment looked at the now white monitor near her. She aimed at it with Numbuh Four's weapon and broke it.
"How did you!" the Delightfuls said, but Numbuh Two laughed.
"Well, it was easy… that bottom under the table gave it immediately away…".
The Delightfuls were very angry.
"Seems like the game's over!" said Numbuh Five laughing, the Delightfuls looked at her then looked at Numbuh Eighteen.
"If we can't have her!" they said with hatred in their voice and they fired from under the net at Numbuh Eighteen, "No one can!".
The laser hit her and Numbuh Eighteen couldn't think anymore. She looked at them surprised, feeling pain.
"Numbuh Eighteen!".
And with that she felled unconscious .
Tell me what do you think about this chapter! Did you like it? Well… R&R! It could take me some more chapters to finish this story, by the way!