Chapter 4: Fanny's thoughts

Author note: Please Please don't kill me! I know you'll want to after this, guys, but it gets better... I guess... I think... let's just experiment and see where this takes us, shall we? Also I'd like to thank all the people who review, really... With all my heart, with all my soul, thank you for reading this so far. You have no idea what this means to me!

Disclaimer: What you'll see now is an example of why I and the KND staff dun match.

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"You are accused of treason, operative Numbuh Two of sector V" Said the officer to me. I froze more then the destination we just landed in, and THAT was saying a lot. After two seconds of this everything clicked in my head. Of course; why would Fanny need all the secrecy, why would she get me and not moonbase, she fed me all that crap and it's obvious that what I did was probably not legal. It's obvious that SHE'S the onion here! There was this lump in my throat too, it kept telling me 'She betrayed you'.

"I refuse to talk to anyone that's not my Sector's leader" I demanded. To tell the truth I've never been so terrified in all my life, I felt worse then that were-poodle's poodle when we saw it for the first time. They had accepted my plea by the time I was in the interrogation room. Now where's Fanny she could prove useful, double-crossing little creep! Wait, Make that LOUD creep!

The kid just smirked at me. I braced myself; I bet this is the behavior prison officers are famous about. Nothing could prepare me for what he told me: "Did you know that Decommissioning Officer numbuh 86 is deceased!" He asked 'Deceased! This couldn't be, Jesus I just saw her!' I thought in horror. He seemed amused by my reaction. Sadistic little-

"I understand I've been called to- Numbuh two!" Numbuh one's reaction distracted me from my thoughts completely. "This is ridiculous, why is my Air superiority and technical officer here! Release him at once!" He tried pulling ranks on the guard. The guard just passed him a sheet of paper and demanded my release just as long as I 'don't leave town' as some of us detectives like to call it. The device in my ankle, similar to the ones used for the protection-law, feels very bad, horrible. I'm supposed to show up in moonbase as soon as I'm called, until then I'll stay at the treehouse with my sector under close watch.

"What the hell happened there!" And getting scolded by the third member of the team felt bad enough not counting the fact that it was the smartest, most 'attractive' in a friendly, perfect way, of the members of my team. It didn't help at all, I felt I needed her approval, for some reason I couldn't really put my finger on, and I felt a lump in my throat again today, because I knew I didn't have it. "Numbuh Five asked you a question, fool!"

"Numbuh 86 convinced me, she, kind of insisted" Why don't I feel comfortable telling her this? Why am I not getting into details... this girl confuses me too much, I'm gonna go. "I'm tired, numbuh five, I've been manhandled, searched, pushed, shot, scolded and If I dare, heartbroken; so if you will, see ya 'round." She schooled her features... I could tell.

"Yeah, sorry about numbuh 86, Numbuh Five knows it must have been horrible for ya." Somehow she left without telling me something... again... and just made my night thinking about something... again... leaving me an unfinished question that no experimentation could reach... AGAIN! I left to my hangar to ... I dunno build something... But I look at my blue-prints, my handouts and realized something. I' accused of treason and looking at that F-14 on my wall, I come to the horrifying thought at hand. I might never fly again. I hope no-one's seeing me do this as I put my arms around myself, curl up, and start to sob; Could be humiliating.

Ok, when Murphy's law was invented, Murphy's law says that the law was written only for me, only for this purpose. Guess what I might believe it! Cause ex-operative current traitor ex-numbuh 11: Cree is just above my handle.

Author note 2: Watching the show Ive come to realize something: Hoagie's got three ladies, three! You go boy!