Me: I'm back, with another fic for everyone to read, review, and enjoy. Father's at it again, but he has a new idea of how to get into the KND to topple it from the inside. I try, you know, and I would really appreciate some feedback of what you think of my writing. So I beg of you, read and review, it's the only way I know if you like it. Winnie Beatles over and out.
The Dragon's Mark
"One more week, and your ankle and your shoulder will be back to normal, sir." Numbuh 124, Remedial Healer of the Moonbase, told Numbuh 362.
Numbuh 362 sighed with relief, "Phew, that's good to know. It'll be nice to walk normally again."
She prayed inwardly for one uneventful week so she could finally pull it all together. The other Kids Next Door operatives were being easy on her with the paperwork, knowing what she had been through not too long ago. Numbuh 60 was visiting often to check up on her, and Numbuh 86 was always at her side, willing to help her leader out. Fortunately, all of Numbuh 362's burns, wounds, and scratches had healed completely. All that was left was her broken ankle and shoulder.
Numbuh 362 thanked Numbuh 124 and left with Numbuh 86 right next to her.
"So, sir, where to next?" Fanny asked.
"My ankle is getting sore, I think I'm going off to my office for a rest, Fanny." Rachel told her.
"Alright, I'll just be in my office then," Numbuh 86 said, and headed in that direction.
The twin operatives, Numbuhs 44 and 44, ran through the hall, almost crashing into Numbuh 86. They ran even faster with the furious Numbuh 86 screeching after them, "Watch where yer goin', you idiotic boys!"
She stomped the rest of the way to her office and slammed the door just as an incoming transmission came up on screen.
"What is it now?" Numbuh 86 growled to herself.
"Fanny?" Numbuh 86 recognized the voice immediately as her youngest brother, Shaunie's, voice.
"What is it, Shaunie? It had better be important!"
Father's face appeared on screen, "Well, that depends if you consider his safety important."
"Father, you'd better set Shaunie free now! Or I'll…" Fanny snarled.
"Well, if you care at all about little Shaunie here, you'll get over here right now." Then the screen went black.
Numbuh 86 was frightened. What was she going to do? Should she tell Numbuh 362? No, Rachel needed the week to fully recuperate to get back in the swing of things. Besides, Fanny could handle this little matter by herself.
She buckled on her helmet and strapped on her M.U.S.K.E.T. Numbuh 86 then ran off to find her rocket.
In the mansion, Father sat waiting, staring at little Shaunie Fulbright. Father had a hard time believing that this quivering, scared, and small boy was tough-as-nails Numbuh 86's brother.
"What are you going to do to my sister?" Shaunie inquired.
"Oh, don't worry, I just need something from her, that's all." Father answered matter-of-factly.
At that moment, Numbuh 86 entered the room, teeth bared, scowling at Father.
"Let Shaunie go, Father," ordered Numbuh 86, aiming her M.U.S.K.E.T. right at him, as if daring him to move.
Father smiled as Fanny's youngest brother shook like a leaf in his cage.
"Gladly, but only in exchange for one thing," Father told Fanny.
"Yeah, and wot's that?" Numbuh 86 snapped back.
"Your help," Father said as he snatched her wrists before she could react and lifted her off of the ground. Numbuh 86 shrieked as Father's hands glowed red-hot and searing pain shot through Fanny's arms like twin fire arrows. He finally dropped her and released Shaunie, who ran over to his sister.
"Fanny, are you okay?" he asked in his young and concerned voice. Numbuh 86 groaned in agony as she supported herself up on one elbow. She stared at her wrists, which were now each marked with a single fire shaped scar, which had been glowing, but now faded down.
"We'll be in touch," Father said.