Another note: I got a lot of reviews complaining about how I portrayed numbuh one in the last chapter. I'd just like to point out that this fic takes place when the KND are twelve years old, a lot of changes are taking place, puberty, the grim outlook on decomishioning, and the stress that's been building up over the past month with the dcfdtl's mysterious yet effective attacks on the KND. I used numbuh one to be the one who criticized three b/c he would be the one under the most pressure and b/c I saw potential for losing his head and blaming someone else in operation caked-two. I hope that's explanation enough for you all.

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"Hey numbuh one?" 5 questioned, "Are you sure we should still continue with our mission when we lost all our weapons back there?"

"No, but we haven't got much choice since they have seen our ship go down." one replied, looking up at the ominous mansion in the distance ahead.

"Well, I could try and recover enough materials to manufacture a few" 2 commented.

"We don't have enough time for that." One sighed, "alright then, let's go."

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Four was a little worried to say the least, even he knew that going into that mansion was suicide without their weapons. 'And what about numbuh three?' he thought, 'What if the delightfuls get her too?' four's thoughts were interrupted by a call from numbuh two: "Hey numbuh 4? You comin'?"

"Yeh, I'm comin." 4 said as he jogged to joined the others, still feeling that this was terribly foolish.

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I feel like, I would like to be somewhere else doing something that matters and I'll admit here, while I sit here, my mind wastes away and my doubts start to gather… What's the purpose? It feels worthless, so unwanted like I've lost all my value, I can't find it, not in the least bit, and I'm just scared, so scared that I'll fail you…

Three sat under the tree, these thoughts rushing through her head, surveying the empty clearing…

And sometimes I think that I'm not any good at all, and sometimes I wonder why, why I'm even here at all…

Suddenly, she spotted something, something shiny… She walked over, and there in the bushes was numbuh two's sooper disk, the one which had scratched her arm earlier that day. She looked down at it, it was still wrapped in the bandage that numbuh 5 had so carefully placed around the wound. She looked at the disk and noticed that a piece of five's red hat was still caught on one of the few jagged edges that lined it. 'Numbuh 5 never doubted me,' numbuh three thought, 'she always took care of me and stuck up for me…'

Then you assure me, I'm a little more than useless and when I think that I can't do this you promise me that I'll get through this and do something right do something right for once…

Numbuh three decided right then and there that she would prove her worth no matter what the odds were. 'but how..?' three wondered. 'Maybe I could recover some of the weapons…' three reasoned, 'if this disk survived the crash, maybe they did too and should be around here somewhere!' "Okay, numbuh 3, let's get to work!" 3 stated then went off into the surrounding trees in the backyard of the delight's and scavenged for any materials that would be useful.

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well, that's the end of the chapter! The next will be up soon, I'm also working on Operation sugarheist and a new fic that I cant tell you anything about yet. The music in this chapter is 'more than useless' by relient k. you can listen to the whole song by pasting the following link into the address bar: http: