Notes:

I'm back with my 3rd Chapter of Allies and Enemies (:

Would like to say thanks to Pink2D and Nekolover3 for the reviews ^^

Nekolover3 - I will try my best to update when I can! Since my English is not very good, sometimes it takes me a bit longer to write my ideas properly for each chapter! Thank you for the support!

Pink2D To be very honest I am not quite sure yet about love interest.

I really want to see where I'll take the story because I'm kind of winging it although I have ideas here and there. I haven't exactly figured out how I'll tie it all together yet. *Fail writer here* " Maybe depending on the feedback I get from people I'll lean it to either Nigel or Chad. WE'LL SEE XD

Chapter 3: School, ice cream trucks and fun

"Have a nice day in school dear!"

"Thanks Auntie Zhanna, Uncle Val! Have a nice day at work as well!"

The next day came, Numbuh 8 was up early, with her helmet on, backpack well on her back, she rode her skateboard. Unlike other kids who were obsessed with their bikes, Numbuh 8's obsession was with her skateboard. She woke up early just so she could have the extra time to ride it longer before arriving at Gallagher Elementary. It was a smooth ride until, she heard it.

Da dun, da dun, da dun dun dee dun, da dun dun dun da dee dun.

A truck zoomed past her at what seemed to be lighting speed. But it wasn't just any truck, her eyes widened, it was an Ice Cream truck.

"What the?! B.O.O.S.T.S. on!" Two thrusters came out of no where at the back of her skateboard.

Boosting

Operative

Over

Super

Terrific

Speeds

The thrusters activated and off she went, rushing behind the Ice Cream Truck. She was gaining speed to the point that she caught up to it, until it made a sudden sharp turn.

"Crud." She aimed her watch towards a lamp post and pushed one of the buttons on the side. Out shot what seemed to be a small dart with a mini grapple at the end of it. It looped around the post and hooked around it. Then with all her might she pulled. Her skateboard took a sharp 90 degree turn, following the truck. She released the grappler.

"Good thing those KND scientists know their stuff," she thought as she continued to pursue the truck. Being friends with KND scientists had it's perks. Numbuh 74.239 had made a what-was-supposed-to-be-a-watch device for her use. It was a funny story to her at least. Numbuh 8 realised one day that her watch had stopped working so she asked Numbuh 74.239 if he could fix it for her. However, him being so obsessed with creating things, not only did he fix the watch but he added in three special features, each feature had it's own button on the watch to activate it.

"You were just supposed to fix my watch Numbuh 74.239!"

"But doesn't this make it so much cooler?"

She had to admit. It was a huge upgrade for her and it was something she totally did not expect.

"Let's see, if KND 2x4 tech is really up to par." The cover of her watch popped up revealing a crosshair. She bent down and aimed it at the truck.

"Fire away," she muttered to herself as she pressed the second button. Out launched what seemed to be nothing to the naked eye but it was there; a small metallic bug that was smaller than a finger nail latched onto the truck.

"Booyah," she smirked. Numbuh 8 stopped the pursuit and the truck zoomed away. She looked at her watch, a blip appeared. The bug was a tracking device and it sent signals to her watch so she would know exactly where it went. She would have continued to chase after it but she knew that she had to get to school on time. It was her first day and if she was late she was sure to get a scolding from her Auntie Zhanna if she ever found out. She turned her skateboard towards the direction of Gallagher Elementary.

Numbuh 8 soon arrived in front of the large school.

"Numbuh 8!" She saw Numbuhs 4 and 5 get off the school bus.

"Told ya she was probably gonna skate here," said Numbuh 5.

"Well, I was hoping that she was going to take the bus is what I meant Numbuh 5,"

"Nuh uh, you bet that she was going to take the bus when I said that she was gonna skate, so you owe me a quarter!"

Numbuh 4 crossed his arms and looked at Numbuh 8.

"Why didn't you take the bus. You always used to take the bus. Now I owe Numbuh 5 a quarter."

"Why did you bet her in the first place?" She laughed.

"And skating saves money, Wally, anyways," Numbuh 8 took out a piece of paper from her backpack.

"The school sent me my timetable, the other day," Numbuh 5 stretched her hand out.

"Let Numbuh 5 see?" Numbuh 8 passed her timetable to Numbuh 5. The girl scanned the paper and grinned.

"Well, seems like you got class with us and Mrs. Thompson, girl."

"Awesome!" exclaimed Numbuh 4 and Numbuh 8. They high-fived. The three then walked together into Gallagher Elementary.

"So class, here is your new classmate, I hope you all make her feel welcome," said Mrs. Thompson gesturing towards Numbuh 8 who was standing in front of the class.

"Talia, please introduce yourself to the class,"

Numbuh 8 looked at the class of children, she was pretty nervous as she felt many pairs of eyes staring at her. Numbuh 8 already noticed some kids were staring at her, whispering and pointing at her hair. She wasn't really sure what to say. Mrs. Thompson noticing the young girl shaking slightly spoke up.

"Just share a little bit about yourself Talia, you know where you're from, how old you are and just some facts."

"Um... hi guys. My name is Talia Valkov, I'm from Russia, I'm eleven years old. I haven't been to school in a while because back in Russia I was homeschooled which is why I'm one year older than everybody else, so I hope you guys go easy on me if I'm not sure about what to do and stuff..."

She was about to say a little bit more about herself until she heard someone, or should I say five someones say in unison,

"So you're saying that you're stupid?"

Numbuh 8 turned to her right and saw to her slight surprise, five kids all sitting together at one desk. Mrs. Thompson stomped over towards them.

"Is there something you Delightful Children would like to share with the class?"

"No, Mrs. Thompson," said the five delighfulised children.

Numbuh 8 took notice of the Delightful Children From Down The Lane. Although she had heard a lot about them, even gone to the Delightful Mansion, she never had the pleasure of actually meeting them. The five children stared at Numbuh 8 which only led to her staring back at them in return until she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at Mrs. Thompson.

"Now Talia, please take a seat so we can start class, I'm sure you can get to know your fellow classmates during recess or after school."

Numbuh 8 proceeded to walk towards her new desk which was behind Numbuh 5. She sat down. Class proceeded. The day started off with English Language, Numbuh 8 was slightly frustrated by the constant feeling of the five pairs of eyes glaring at her every now and again. Luckily for her, English Language seemed to be the only class she had with the Delightful Children at least for this day. Other than that, the rest of the day went by normally for the fourth graders and the day was coming to a close with their last lesson of the day.

Mathematics.

Today they were learning about patterns and sequences, Numbuh 5 was focused on doing the problems written on the board when suddenly something landed on her desk from over her head. It was a small piece of paper folded into a triangular-ish shape with the number 8 clearly written on one side. Seeing that Mrs. Thompson was focused on copying questions from her textbook onto the board Numbuh 5 opened the note.

"Chased Ice Cream Truck this morning. Tracker just confirmed location now. Tell others to meet after class."

Numbuh 5 extended her right arm out and gave a thumbs up. Numbuh 8 grinned at her response. She stared at her watch. Her grin widened as she saw the stationary blip on the screen.

When class ended, Numbuhs 4, 5 and 8 headed towards the entrance of Gallagher Elementary.

"So what's all this we got ta go as soon as possible stuff anyways?" said Numbuh 4 but Numbuh 5 just shushed him. They saw Numbuhs 1, 2 and 3 waiting for them by the flag post.

"So, what's the situation Numbuh 5?" Numbuh 1 as always was the first to react.

"Don't ask Numbuh 5, Numbuh 8's the one who knows what's going on here," said Numbuh 5 pointing to Numbuh 8.

"I'll explain on the way, Numbuh 2 how fast can you get us some sort of transportation?"

"How fast you say?" answered Numbuh 2.

"Faster than you can say..." he was about to make one of his jokes until Numbuh 5 slapped his arm.

"Ouch, what did you do that for?"

"Don't you get started Numbuh 2, just get us a ship!"

"Alright, alright already, sheesh just wanted to make a joke," said Numbuh 2 as he rubbed his arm, he took a remote from his backpack. It just had one big red button. Numbuh 2 pushed it and suddenly in a patch of grass near the school, the ground formed two doors which opened up. A vehicle of some sort was being leveled up on a platform.

It was a S.C.A.M.P.E.R..

"Sweet. Nice one Numbuh 2," said Numbuh 8 who grinned at the ship. Numbuh 2 gave her a thumbs up and winked.

The team then rushed into the S.C.A.M.P.E.R..

"So, care to tell us what's going on now, Numbuh 8?" said Numbuh 1, sitting on his armchair.

"I didn't have time to tell you guys before class but this morning on the way to school I got a bit side tracked cause I was going after one of those Ice Cream Trucks. But the thing is I have good news and bad news." stated Numbuh 8.

"Good news is, I got a tracker on it and got us a location, the bad news is that I literally just lost signal."

"So what are we waiting for!" said Numbuh 3 throwing her hands up in the air.

"Yeah! Let's go for it!" shouted Numbuh 4.

"Which way Numbuh 8?" asked Numbuh 1

"I entered the location details of the tracker before it lost signal into the S.C.A.M.P.E.R. already, Numbuh 2, any idea what kinda place it is?" said Numbuh 8.

"Seems like an abandoned warehouse," said Numbuh 2.

"Numbuh 5 don't like the sound of that, it's suspicious you know," responded Numbuh 5.

"Well, no matter what we have to figure out what those Ice Cream men are doing and this is out main lead right now," said Numbuh 1.

"If anything we're just gonna kick their butts!" shouted Numbuh 4 who took out a S.P.L.A.N.K.E.R..

"Numbuh 2, land us some where near by and we'll proceed on foot," ordered Numbuh 1.

"You got it!" Numbuh 2 then swerved the S.C.A.M.P.E.R. behind a building nearby. They all got off the S.C.A.M.P.E.R.. Armed with weapons, they headed towards the warehouse. The warehouse had no windows, the only entrance was the front door. Numbuh 1 signaled to the rest of his team.

"Alright team seems like we only have one way in. Be ready and when I give the signal we all rush in." The rest of Sector V nodded.

"Now!" They blasted the doors away with their weapons and jumped in.

"Alright you cruddy adults!" shouted Numbuh 4.

"Come out now so I can..." he stopped.

"There's no one here?" said Numbuh 3 as she looked into the warehouse. There were just a few crates piled here and there but there was no one else there other than themselves.

"I don't understand," said Numbuh 8 as she looked around the crates.

"This is where the tracker said the Ice Cream truck went before I lost it's signal."

"Maybe the truck left already," said Numbuh 3 as continued to search around the warehouse.

"But that doesn't explain why I lost signal," replied Numbuh 8 as she inspected the warehouse. Other than the crates, the centre of the warehouse was completely empty. Numbuh 8 bent down and swiped her finger on the floor. She brought her hand to her face.

"Dust," she muttered. She was beyond confused. She paced around the warehouse.

"This is a waste of time!" said Numbuh 4 flinging his arms into the air, "the adults must've left already!"

Although this seemed to be the case Numbuh 8 was not convinced. She continued to pace around the empty space. The others watched her and she bent down again, her fingers repeating the same action.

"No dust..." she muttered again.

"Let's go guys, I honestly don't think the adults are here," said Numbuh 1.

"Numbuh 8 let's go back to the treehouse and think of plans to find those Ice Cream trucks. I'm sure we will figure something there.

"If you say so Numbuh 1," was her response. She was sure the adults were nearby. She just knew it. The team walked out of the warehouse. Before Numbuh 8 left the warehouse she took out a small device form her pocket. It was a small digital camera, no larger than her hand. She snapped a photo of the empty space and then followed the rest of her team back to the S.C.A.M.P.E.R..