Numbuh 1 got up, shaken, thankful and fearful. He turned round and looked towards numbuh 104 who was lowering his 'sniper rifle' scope from his eye and hoisting back onto his back, he looked up to Nigel, his eyes were cold and showed no sign of emotion to the act he just committed. Numbuh 1 couldn't decide what to do, should he turn and run? Should he thank him for the rescue?
While he thought over this numbuh 104 had begun to attend to the rest of sector V, numbuh 1 decided to follow suit starting with the furthest fallen team mate from the assassin.
After each of the kids awoke they all had different reactions to the body that lay on the floor, numbuh 3 had screamed at the top of her lungs, numbuh 4 had sworn and shuffled away from the body, numbuh 2 had taken one look and turned away. There was only one person left. The one he dreaded to wake. Numbuh 5. He tried to shield the corpse from view but she figured out he was blocking her and she looked round his shoulder and numbuh 1 watched as her eyes went wide, her eyes widen and tears begin to form in her eyes.
Numbuh 1 pulled her head to his chest so she could see no more; he felt his sweatshirt become damp as her tears soaked in the material, soon she stopped crying and her hands soon became fists, her fists began to shake and she got up and turned her view to numbuh 104. She began to walk towards him with thoughts of only anger and resentment.
"Hey, hoodie boy" she called
He turned and received a punch across the face. He showed no sign of retaliation or emotion towards the attack but just stood as she continued to hit him but with less and less intent and anger each time till eventually stopped. Numbuh 1 took her by the hand and shoulder and led her out the room, away from her memories.
Eventually each and every one of the knd operatives got into the transport to get back to the tree house, the assassin being the last; after all he couldn't just leave the body in the middle of a classroom. The trip back to the HQ was an uncomfortable one; no one talked or communicated with anyone in any way, for that matter the only people who were doing anything were numbuh 2 who was driving and numbuh 104 who was polishing and doing maintenance on his 'sniper rifle'.
When they finally reached the treehouse they all went there separate ways. Each and every one of them went to there rooms no questions asked, when numbuh 4 had reached his room he instantly set up his punch bag and turned on his stereo and turned the song to I am by crush 40. He let the words seep into his head as he continuously hit the punch bag trying desperately to forget the horrible seen of the revision teacher. He could not.
Eventually after he had worn himself out he decided it was time to have a little talk with numbuh 104 about this whole assassin business. He slowly made his way to numbuh 104s room and when he finally reached it he could hear a muffled noise coming from the room. Not wanting to intrude but still curious about what going on in there he took a peak and beheld a sight he would never have suspected.