A/N: As promised, here's the new kick-butt, action-packed chaptuh...or something close to it.

Disclaimer: We will own KND when Numbuh 4 learns how to spell OBLIVIOUS...without a q.

Operation D.E.C.O.M.

Chatpuh Four

"KIDS NEXT DOOR, BATTLESTATIONS!" shouted Numbuh 35.

There was a pause during which no one did anything. "What battle stations?" asked Numbuh 12.

35 sighed. "Just get ready, okay."

They took up positions around a rather shoddy door. Numbuh 23 set up an explosive device on the door while the team gathered around on either side, putting on KND gas masks (as seen in Operation: SHAVE).

BOOOOOM!

When the smoke cleared Numbuh 21, with his laser rifle out, was in the room visually scanning for a possible ambush, the others were fanned out behind him, also with weapons drawn. They were in a dark cavernous room with supports and rafters spread evenly throughout with no sign of Numbuh 4. The team lowered their weapons but stayed on guard.

"Thought he was going to ambush us at the beginning," said Numbuh 23.

Numbuh 12 put in her two cents. "Maybe he thought that was too obvious."

"Or too risky. We would have him outnumbered four to one," 35 decided. "Numbuh 12, you're the stealth expert, take point and look out for an ambush. Numbuh 21 you guard the rear," he ordered. 12 bounded to the front and began moving forward, the rest of the team behind her. After five minutes they realized that it was just one big room, the only exit was the door they had blasted. Of course there could be an exit higher up in the rafters but it was too dark to see up very far.

Numbuh 35 turned to his team and shrugged. "Any ideas?"

Before anyone could answer a figure dropped to the ground from a rafter and pointed a weapon at them. "EAT ICE YOU CRUDDY DECOMISSIONING DORKS!" Numbuh 4 sent half a dozen shots at the cluster of kids, causing them to scatter. "THERE'S NO WAY YOU LOT CAN EVER CAPTURE ME!" He jumped and disappeared into the rafters, dodging a few shots that followed him up.

"Everyone alright?" asked Numbuh 35.

"I'm good," chimed 12. Numbuh 21 didn't answer, he was trying to track Numbuh Four with his weapon.

"I'm not," said 23. A block of ice pinned her left arm to one of the room's supports while another held her foot to the floor. Numbuh 35 rushed over very concerned.

"Are you okay…I'm the worst leader ever…Should we cancel the test…how many fingers am I holding up… they're going to sack me…how could I let this happen…" he babbled. It was rather pathetic.

Numbuh 23 slapped him with her free hand and then grabbed his shirt. "Get a hold of yourself, Numbuh 35. I'm fine. I'm just stuck. Now get CONTROL." 35 gulped and nodded. Then they heard some one trying to contain her laughter. Both glared at Numbuh 12 who gave a half hearted apologetic grin.

"Right! We should split up. We're too easy of a target when we're together like this. Numbuh 12 you're with me. We'll move up to the rafters, take the fight to him. Numbuh 21, guard Numbuh 23. When the ice melts come up and join us, your jetpack should give you an advantage up there. Numbuh 23, guard down here, don't need 4 to attack us from below right?"

"Try up there," 21 advised, pointing up into the rafters to a barely visible loft.

"Where? I don't see…oh, never mind," said 12.

"You know only one of us is unable to move yet you are all staying still," spat out Numbuh 23, not liking everyone just standing around while she was in an embarrassing position.

"Right. Move out." 35 and 12 jumped from rafter to rafter as 21 guarded 23 while she was incapacitated. Numbuh 35 gave one last look at 23 before continuing. He didn't like leaving a 'wounded' teammate behind.

"Your girlfriend is fine," whispered 12.

That got 35's attention. "What?"

"I didn't say anything." She hopped to the next rafter while humming 'Here comes the bride.' Numbuh 35 blushed furiously.

They arrived at the platform without incident. "Well he's not here," pointed out Numbuh 12. "There looks like another platform up-OOMPH" A series of gum balls hit her in the stomach at high speed knocking her down and the wind out of her. Before she could recover a net was on her.

Numbuh 4 laughed from a nearby support beam. "Hey, this is kinda fun. They've neveah let me attack other KND before. Hope 23's all right."

"Yeah, she'll be fine, but YOU WON'T BE!" shouted Numbuh 35, shooting his mustard gun off at 4, who just jumped to another rafter.

"Boy was that was a cruddy shot. Guess they didn't put ya on the team to be the shooter." He dodged a few more shots. Numbuh 35 jumped after him and a chase began, the operatives jumping from rafter to rafter.

When they reached the next platform they landed at practically the same time, but before 35 could aim his gun Numbuh 4 did a quick turn and kicked the gun out of his hands sending it to down to the now barely visible floor. Now they were both weaponless. "Take that!" Numbuh 4 cried triumphantly. He crouched down into a fighting stance.

"Just the way I like it," said Numbuh 35.

"HEY! I was going to say that!" 4 shouted before jumping forward to plant a kick on 35 head. 35 dodged and tried to strike back with a roundhouse punch when 4 landed. 4 deflected and punched 35 in the gut. 35 retaliated by grabbing 4's arm and threw him over his shoulder. Numbuh 4 went flying but managed to get enough control midair that he kicked off a support and flung himself back at 35. Rolling away from the attack 35 tried a swipe at 4's legs. 4 jumped over 35's attack and went in for some real close quarters fighting. After exchanging blows for a minute they backed away from each other and tried to catch their breaths.

"You're not bad," rasped 35.

"Good, cause ya stink," 4 spat. They both laughed. "Just one problem."

"What?"

"I WAS HOLDING BACK!" Four shouted as he jumped forward and knocked over 35. He was just about to finish 35 off when suddenly-

"Surrender," Numbuh 21 ordered while hovering with his jetpack just beyond the platform. But more importantly he had a gun, with its laser pointer on. Numbuh 4 could almost feel the little red dot on his forehead.

35 decided now would be a good time to sound in charge. "I thought I ordered you to stay down there and guard 23." 21 gave a 'If I followed your orders you would be a goner' look. "And the best challenge you could think of was 'Surrender'?" Numbuh 21 shrugged in answer.

By the way," Numbuh 4 interrupted, "the answer is NO." Diving to the side, he dodged the shots that soon peppered the platform. 35 took the chance to catch his breath and figure out what to do next. Meanwhile Numbuh 4 and 21 were putting on quite a show. 4 was jumping from rafter to rafter with 21 weaving in and out between the supports while sending beams of light all over the place. It looked like an air show. Suddenly they disappeared from view and 35 took a look around. Then he saw it.

In the corner of the platform, squeezed in between two supports that were close together there was a net gun. Numbuh 4 must have put it there in case he lost his other during the test. Numbuh 35 picked it up just in time.

Numbuh 21's laser rife came out of the darkness hurtling at 35's head. Ducking, he almost didn't have time to react as Numbuh 21 followed it, jet pack sputtering. One of the jet pack's nozzles was broken off making the pack uncontrollable. As Numbuh 21 crashed into the wall with a thud, Numbuh 4 landed on the platform.

"HA! I won." Then he began to chant and do a little dance (think Operation GHOST), "I won because I'm better and you are so stupid, because I am better and you-" He stopped when he saw 35 raise the net gun. "Ah crud." There was no dodging this time.

Certain that Numbuh 4 was captured, 35 checked on 21. "What happened?"

21 groaned while trying to sit up. Numbuh 12, apparently freed from the net picked that moment to come bounding up to the platform. "It was so cool! 4 did a quick turnaround and got the jump on 21, sent him into support beam, breaking the jet pack." 21 took the pack off and examined it. He sighed and stroked the pack lovingly. Half surprised that the pack could come off 21's back and mildly disturbed at the affection 21 was showing the thing, Numbuh 35 was relieved when a wall next to the platform opened up revealing two KND Operatives.

"Well done Operatives. This simulation is now over," declared one of them. 35 recognized him as Numbuh 60.

"Numbuh 23…"

"Is being taken care of. Everyone will be taken to the base's sickbay and checked for anything serious. Plus everyone gets a free lollipop!" Everyone licked their lips knowing that KND Training Base Sickbay had the best lollys. "You look banged up, maybe you should get checked out too Numbuh 35." 35 nodded and followed him. Free candy of that quality was worth being asked 'does this hurt' fifty gazillion times. Besides, one of the medics was known to be very cute. The wall closed behind the group.

"Guys," cried Numbuh Four, still trapped under the net on the platform. "A little help here. Guys?"

Numbuh 86 glanced nervously at Numbuh 362. They were in one of the observation rooms surrounded by twenty TVs that were connected to cameras in the training room. "So?" she asked nervously.

362 seemed to think about it for a bit. "They did okay. What happened to 23 was almost unpreventable. And 4's and 21's fight was impressive." In fact that fight had been recorded and was being copied by one of the techs in the room to show his friends, it was that cool. It, and several other clips from the tests between Sector V and the Decommissioning Squad, would most likely be used for training purposes, to show the recruits what really good operatives could do. 86 let hope rise only to have it slapped down. "But they got lucky. It's going to take more than luck to capture the likes of Numbuhs 11 and 274."

86 thought of the best reply she could come up with in 30 sec. "I'm sure that was part of 35's plan…to lose his weapon…um…yeah…to lure the target into a false sense of security…yeah…that's it." She grinned nervously.

362 just looked at her suspiciously, not buying it for a second. "Sure. I'm going to go congratulate the team on their success. I'll meet you back here for the next test." She almost went through the door but stopped and turned around. "And Numbuh 86, go get Numbuh 4 out of that net." With that she left.

86 let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding. Then she turned to one of the techs, the same boy that was copying the video. "YA HEARD HER! GO GET THE STUPID BOY OUT OF THE NET, IDIOT!" He ran off very frightened. Feeling much better, Numbuh 86 went to see how her squad was doing.

A/N: Next chaptuh, guest starring Numbuh 3 and everyone's favourite armed robotic bunny. Its a proven fact that the smaller the review per hit ratio, the shorter the time till the next update.