A/N: Jade: Why so sad, Masterharper

Masterharper: School is killing me. I'm going to fail and be a loser ::cries like a 6 year old girl::

Jade: ummm...Might be a while before the next chapter. Until then, enjoy this!

Disclaimer: Don't own KND. Don't own CN. Don't own WK. Don't even know what WK is.

Operation: D.E.C.O.M.

Chaptuh Six

Numbuh 35 grimaced as he sat down at the lunch table.

"What's wrong, 35?" inquired Numbuh 23.

"That nurse gave me a shot. You know, one of those they stick right in the-"

"What'd you need a shot for?" asked 12.

"I don't know." 35 sighed again. "I don't think I needed one, the medics were just kinda grinning and laughing while she did it. I swear if she wasn't so cute I would have…" He stopped as he realized what he was saying and looked cautiously at 23 who was raising an eyebrow at his remark. "I mean she's cute if you like that sorta thing in a girls-which I do-like girls that is-not girls like that-I like them prettier-not that I didn't think she was pretty-I look for more personality in a girlfriend-NOT that I've had one-Nor am looking for one-well I have thought about it-but not obsessively-"

"Numbuh 35."

"Yeah 23?"

"Breathe."

35 shut himself up before he really embarrassed himself. He put a forkful of macaroni and cheese in his mouth and took the chance to look around, anywhere other than at 23. The three of them were having lunch in the KND Antarctic Base Cafeteria. It didn't look like a school cafeteria. The seats were all different styles; bean bags, stools and recliners, not the simple benches or chairs like most adult places. The tables were similar though; there must be a factory that makes these tables for every cafeteria in the world. He briefly wondered if KND Command had ever looked into that. Along one wall there was a huge line of stations where a kid could get anything they would ever want to eat. Root beer, ice cream, hamburgers, root beer, macaroni and cheese (real mac and cheese, not the stuff they serve in school cafeterias), tacos, root beer, pizza, cake, nachos, hot dogs, and root beer were all there. The lines for the more popular things were rather long, but the station for "Tuesday's Surprise" was empty. 35 didn't know why they had that, but he had heard that it was a world wide law that cafeterias had to have at least one "Surprise" item on the menu.

His team was on a short break from the simulations and taking the chance to grab a bite to eat. Numbuh 21 was getting his lunch, something about a 'specialty cheeseburger.' 86 was sitting a few tables away with 362 and Numbuh 1 discussing something. Hopefully, it wasn't about replacing him.

"I want to replace Numbuh 35. He screws up every time."

"I don't know, I thought he did a good job when fighting Numbuh 4."

"And that is why, NIIIGGGEEELLLL, you are an IDIOT who is still just a Sector Commander and I'm the Head of Decom-"

"I think Numbuh 35 performed well. He seems to be made for second in command," interrupted Supreme Commander Numbuh 362, after finishing chewing her sandwich. "And KND Command decided that you couldn't transfer people out."

86 almost chocked on her spaghetti. "WHAT? I mean….when did they decide that?"

"Just now." 86 looked like she wanted to scream. "Numbuh 1, what did you think of Numbuh 21's jetpack handling? I'm interested in your perspective since you are qualified to fly rocket boots." 362 took another bite of her sandwich. "Wasn't it cool?" she grinned, showing off some of her partially chewed sandwich.

"That was amazing! When he flew strait up into the rafters," an excited Numbuh 1 replied, complete with hand motions. Numbuh 86 started to concentrate on her spaghetti, she did not want to get into this immature discussion. After all, 21 wasn't that good with a jet pack, just possibly the best she had seen. She was willing to bet 274 had been better when he was in the KND.

"And the weaving in and out through the supports, firing guns the whole way! I should ask him to put together a show for the next graduation."

Suddenly 86 had the uneasy feeling that someone was staring at her. Making here even more uneasy she sensed a presence behind her. Whirling her head around in alarm, she saw the last person she ever wanted to see, less then ten centimeters from her face.

"Hello, beautiful," the boy whispered, flashing his most charming smile. The smile disappeared quickly when he saw that a mustard gun had filled the gap between him and 86 and that the business end was pointed at his face.

"What are you doing here, traitor?" 86 hissed.

The boy backed off, gaining time to regain his air of charm by smoothing his Hawaiian shirt and readjusting his ski goggles. "First of all, I should point out I'm not a traitor, KND cleared me-"

"Because those IDIOTS thought it was ok to betray the KND for an ICE CREAM CONE!"

"Please, give me more credit than that. It was a snow cone. Also, I'm here to deliver a message to Numbuh 362 from Global Command." He leaned over so he could see Numbuh 362 and Numbuh One. "Hi, you two." Numbuh 86 blushed, realizing for the first time since the argument started that there were other people in the room. Slowly she turned around and stabbed angrily at her spaghetti with her fork.

"What is it, Numbuh 30C?" asked 362 in a professional manner, trying not to smile at 86's embarrassment.

"We got a report from intelligence," 30C replied grimly, throwing aside for the moment his charming attitude. He moved closer so only the people at that table could hear him when he spoke softly. "They intercepted some communications between a teenager and an older operative."

86 rolled her eyes. "They intercept that all of the time and those idiots at intelligence always run around with their hair on fire because of it. It usually turns out to be some idiot contacting a cousin or boyfriend or something equally as pointless."

"This is different." That got attention of the other three people. "This message was coded. Intel deciphered it. The note contained info on a plan to destroy the KND."

"Where is the operative? Has he been arrested?" 362 demanded.

30C grimaced. "Intel says they went to go arrest the operative almost immediately as soon as it was confirmed, but couldn't find him in his room or anywhere on the moon base. As far as we can tell, the operative found out we were looking for him and made a run for it."

Numbuh 1 added, "But how could he have known Intel was looking for him? Unless…" A look of fearful comprehension came over his face.

"Unless what, Niiiigggeeelll? If you are going to say it, then spit it out…" Then the same look dawned on her face followed by several muttered curses.

362 sighed. "Unless Intel has a spy in it too. Did they find any evidence in the operative's room or computer?"

"The computer had been wiped clean and they are still combing through the room. But the message also told us something else." 30C hesitated for a moment.

"What?"

"It spoke of an organization within the KND made up of operatives that are planning on destroying the KND."

The table sat in silence while conversations continued around them, oblivious to the information that could ruin them all.

"Any idea on who or how large this organization is?" asked 362 after some time.

"No. Intel doesn't even have a name yet."

"So what do we do now?" asked Numbuh 1.

362 thought about it for a moment. "This information doesn't leave this table unless I approve it. 30C, tell the head of Intelligence I want to see him when I get back to the Moonbase. Numbers 86 and 1, you may tell your teams if you wish, but be careful. Numbuh 86, I want your team heading the effort to find this organization and eliminate them. Assuming of course that you pass this test," she added with a slight smirk that was lost on the other girl.

86 nodded and saluted. "Of course sir! You can count on me, Numbuh 23, and Numbuh 12."

"I know. Numbers 35 and 21 will be useful as well, I'm sure." She turned to Numbuh 1 before 86 could reply. "Numbuh 1, have your team keep their ears open; who knows which sectors have been infiltrated. Contact Numbuh 86 through the safest channel you can if you hear anything." Numbuh 1 nodded. "Numbuh 30C…." Numbuh 30C brightened at the prospect of an important assignment. "…keep your mouth shut." 30C's face fell and 86 snickered. "Everyone clear? Remember, trust no one that you aren't eleventy billion percent sure can be trusted. That's all." She looked at her watch. "Numbuh 86, get your team together for the next test." 86 ate her last forkful of spaghetti and walked off to the table her team was sitting at.

Numbuh 21's tray hit the table with enough force to cause the entire table to shake. 35 whistled appreciatively, 23's eyes went wide, while 12 just rolled hers.

"What is that thing?" 23 asked while pointing with her fork at the massive mound on the tray.

21 looked down at it, then at her, giving an expression that somehow clearly said 'you've never seen a cheeseburger before?'

35 poked it with his fork. "You got the big one. Nice. With the works too. Onions, lettuce, pickles, black olives, ketchup, Bar-B-Que Sauce, onion rings, bacon, salmon…."

"Salmon?!" exclaimed 23, now looking on in disgust. A goofy grin was now on 21's face.

"Yeah, that is kinda weird, 21," added 35, still poking with his fork to figure out all the toppings. 21 shrugged. Behind him, one foolish operative who had gotten the 'Tuesday's Surprise' was currently wrestling with the green glop for his fork.

"He likes trying new things on his cheeseburgers. You should have seen him when he tried wasabi all over it. His tongue was so burnt he didn't talk for month," 12 said with a laugh. She stuck her fork in her bowl of ramen noodles. "Of course, that might not have totally been because of the burnt tongue." The operative behind them was now battling off the green glop with a knife like a sword.

"But it's bigger than your head!"

12 stuck a forkful noodles in her mouth. Around it she said, "You don't have brothers, do you?" The boy behind them was now yelling for his friends to help as the glop grew and latched onto his legs. His friends pulled out their 2x4 weapons and began shooting the monstrous blob with lasers, ice blasts, and streams of heat. It wasn't working.

"Well, no. So what?" asked Numbuh 23, oblivious to the battle raging behind her.

"They can eat their own body weight," 12 replied matter-of-factly.

35 chuckled. "Well, not quite that much, but we eat a lot. 21 will probably eat half that thing before we leave." The battle behind them was going poorly for the operatives until one kid brought in a mega ice cannon and started freezing chunks of the 'Surprise'; but that only slowed it down.

21 and 12 looked at each other, then at 35. "Half?" asked Numbuh 12, who was clearly confused. "What do you mean, half?"

35 and 23 looked at each other, then at the huge cheeseburger. "Woah," was 35's comment.

"But it's bigger than his head!"

"So?"

The conversation was cut short when Numbuh 86 appeared at the head of the table. "You lot! Get your butts over to the next testing area, NOW!" With that, she left the cafeteria.

When the doors closed behind her, Numbuh 23 asked the group, "Was it me or was she angry about something?" The rest of the team just looked at her. "More so than usual," she added. 12 and 21 just shrugged.

"If she's even crankier than usual, we better be going," said Numbuh 35 as he stood up. Then he saw 21 staring at his burger mournfully. "I'm sorry, 21. Take a bite and let's go." 21 looked up at him. "One bite. HEY! What was that?" 35 scraped green goo off his shirt, hoping it didn't leave a stain. The 'Surprise' had learned how to throw chunks of itself around the room. When Numbuh 35 looked back up, he saw that Numbuh 21's plate was empty except for a few crumbs and that 21's face looked a great deal like a chipmunk's.

"You didn't just….?" trailed off Numbuh 23.

"How could you….?" 35 asked while pointing at 21's swollen cheeks. 21 began to chew extremely slowly, strain appearing on his face.

"Are we going now or what?" asked Numbuh 12.

"Yeah, we better get going…" 35 subconsciously moved toward the door while still staring in shock at where the burger had once been. He shook his head and went to the door, the team following behind.

They passed heavily armored KND shock troops heading into the cafeteria on the way out.

A/N: Until the next chapter comes out (which could be a while, since it isn't finished, and there's this whole thing called school…) please, send us your OCs! (How many times do people ask you that? It's usually the opposite, no?) Anyways, send us your character, info, etc. and we'll see if they can make an appearance. We reserve the right NOT to use them too. Also, we're just looking for background characters, a cameo or two. We will credit those whose characters are used of course. Thanks! And don't forget to review!