Nigel Uno sat at the computer, his eyes were hurting and he knew that he needed sleep desperately right now. Numbah Five appeared in the doorway, her lean figure causing a long shadow to fall over the computer screen.
"I think you should not send her in," She said in a cool tone of voice.
"I think I know perfectly well what I should do, thank you very much," Nigel retorted turning around to face her.
"See that's your problem," She said entering the room and pulling a chair out of one of the corners to sit down, "You can never take advice from anyone."
"I don't need to," Numbah One said spinning back to the computer screen.
"You're gonna mess things up."
With that Numbah Five grabbed her hairbrush off the table where she had left it that morning and walked out of the room.
"I know what I'm doing," He muttered softly firmly pressing the red button.
"Alright agent," Numbah One spoke into his head set, "Move in."
"Roger, boss."
A thin girl known only as Numbah Six moved quickly through the halls of the factory, machinery casting haunting shadows on the floor and walls while Numbah One watched with ease.
"You're doing great," he spoke into the mike on his headset again.
"Thanks boss," She said turning around and speaking firmly into the microphone on her matching headset.
It was then that he heard footsteps approaching and a larger shadow appeared to be moving quickly toward the brown haired operative.
"GET OUT OF THERE," He screamed loudly but all he could hear was static as the girl disappeared into the blackness and whatever had taken her appeared to notice the camera and within second the sound of breaking glass reached his ears and then there was nothing.
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10 minutes later the rest of the KND had crawled out of bed at his request and gathered around his podium. He glanced from face to face, most of them looked to be half asleep and some like Numbah Nine had her eyes closed and snoring contentedly against Numbah Eight who looked more than a little uncomfortable.
"Team," He said with a cracking voice, "we lost Numbah Six"
"I TOLD YOU," Came a screaming voice from the back, it was Numbah Five, "I TOLD YOU NOT TO SEND HER IN."
Her ebony eyes were filled with fury as she pointed an accusing finger at him.
"YOUR NO LEADER," She continued to scream, "HOW COULD YOU."
Mob mentality began its work as the rest of the team began to nod and agree.
Suddenly someone grabbed his shoulders and held him tightly in an aggressive grip.
"Get out," Numbah Four said slowly, "we can do so much better."
Fear stirring in his heart Numbah One began to back up and move out of the treehouse and onto the street. The treehouse door was shut heavily and locked behind him.
As he began to walk he could hear someone following him, step by step.
"Who are you," He yelled as he spun round and was staring into a pair of emerald eyes. As he stepped back he noticed she was a girl probably around 13 with dark brown curls cascading down her back and a cigarette between her fingers blowing out a ring of smoke from her beautiful dark lips.
"You want revenge," She said in a soft haunting melody, "That's my specialty. Amber Berk, nice to meet you."