Numbuh 1 was panicking. The KND were getting creamed. In about ten minutes, their forces would be defeated, and the moon base would be destroyed. Numbuh 1 slammed his hand against his desk.
"That's it, I'm going out to help them!" he yelled. He looked over at Numbuh 362, expecting her to overrule his decision. But she merely sighed and nodded. Numbuh One muttered his thanks and left for his fighter.
Numbuh 2 and The Kid were performing splendidly, but they couldn't hold back the enemy forces. Pretty soon they would be swarmed and defeated.
"Hey, isn't that idiot friend of yours supposed to have captured Father by now!" called out The Kid as he shot down yet another fighter.
"Give him a second, he'll pull it off!" assured Numbuh 2. Deep down, though, he was unsure if they could really do it. It had been a long time since they left. He glanced out his cockpit and saw a deadly looking ship hurtling toward them. "Hey, dude, we've got something at twelve o' clock headed right for us!" he shouted to the mystery pilot.
The Kid turned and looked in Numbuh 2's direction. "It's the Reaper! Finally, a challenge!" laughed the mystery pilot.
"The who?" asked Numbuh 2.
"The Reaper. One hell of a pilot. In fact, he's probably the best teen pilot out there. Not as good as me, though," smirked The Kid.
"Let's get him together," suggested Numbuh 2.
"If you insist," shrugged The Kid. "Let's move!" He and Numbuh 2 shot toward the Reaper. The began firing their lasers as they got within range. The pilot dodged the laser fire, slid in between them, extended two giant blades out of his fighter, and sliced them both.
"Holy crap! What was that!" cried Hoagie, struggling to regain control of his damaged fighter. He heard the mystery pilot swear over the radio. He, too, was badly damaged, and looked like he was about to crash.
"Damn it, I'm losing control!" shouted The Kid.
"Come on, we've got to retreat!" cried Numbuh 2.
"Forget it, I never retreat!" yelled The Kid. He shot off into the distance, in between
the enemy battleships, and Numbuh 2 lost sight of him. Numbuh 2 turned back and headed toward the moon base. He was of no use to the KND in a damaged fighter. If he was lucky, a fresh one might be available. On his way to the moon base, he ran into Numbuh 1 in his fighter.
"Nigel! What are you doing!" shouted Numbuh 2.
"My duty, Numbuh 2!" he replied. "I've got to stop the fighter that damaged you, he's heading for Numbuh 3's battleship!"
"Nigel, you don't stand a chance!" cried Numbuh 2.
"Maybe not, but I've got to try!" With that, he chased after the pilot known as Reaper.
The Reaper was hovering about fifty yards away from the Numbuh 3's battleship, and seemed to be ignoring the battle going on. Numbuh 1 shot towards him, ready to meet him head on. He zoomed in through his display screen and saw the pilot, a pale teenager with long black hair. Numbuh 1's hand twitched. He was expecting to lose. He was expecting for the KND to be defeated once and for all. He was not expecting what happened next.
"Crow!" The image of Father appeared on the Numbuh one's screen. Apparently, Father's frequency was so strong that it ended up displaying not only on his own ships, but the KND's as well. Numbuh 1 slowed his fighter down.
"Yes, Father?" The pale teenager lifted his head up. Numbuh 1 wasn't sure, but it looked like he was smirking. So, that was another name for the Reaper. Crow.
"What do you think you're doing!" yelled Father, the fire around him flaring up. "You're supposed to be guarding the Mantra!"
"Oops," replied the teen.
"Oops? OOPS! Get back here AT ONCE!" screamed Father.
"I don't think so, Father," laughed the teen.
"What?" asked Father, dumbfounded that someone would disobey him. "What is this?" he asked slowly.
Crow laughed. "It's a revolution." The teen pulled out a small cylindrical device out of his belt. He pushed down on the top of it. "Goodbye, Father."
Meanwhile, Wally was still staring at Dizzy's escape pod, now a mere dot from his point of view. Suddenly, he saw the dot flare up.
"I've got it!" cried Dizzy. "The thrusters are on!"
"Awesome!" exclaimed Numbuh 4. "Now hurry up and–" A gigantic explosion cut off his words, as the Mantra burst in flame. Section by section, the Mantra exploded, until it became a huge fireball, and Dizzy's escape pod disappeared in the flames.
"No," whispered Wally, eyes wide. "No! Dizzy! DIZZY!" But Wally never heard a reply. Defeated, disgraced, and now totally, utterly alone, he collapsed on the ground and wept.