Chapter Five
"Right, this is the plan; we make any weaponry or technology that can help us, and go and rescue Sector V, as much as I despise them, and Numbuh 362." Fanny said, pacing up and down the living room. Several sets of eyes were upon her, and didn't seem so convinced.
"We've gotta follows orders from you? Nuh uh." Michael folded his arms and leant back on the couch. "You couldn't lead a bull into a ditch, let alone run an entire mission."
"Are you disagreeing with your Supreme Commander that she is wrong in keeping me in a higher rank?" She leant close to him, making him uncomfortable. "You listen to me, your sister wouldn't have put me in charge of you if she didn't think I was up to it. So, the only way we're going to succeed in this mission is if we all get along…even though I'm not keen on it."
"So, what do we do?" Sonia asked, ignoring the snide comments that Michael was mumbling under his breath. "We aren't exactly team material now, are we?"
Fanny stopped for a moment, and nodded slightly. "Well, we're gonna have to make a team then, wont we? So, here's what's going to happen. You will all be assigned a Numbuh for a codename. As a few of us already have Numbuhs, we'll stick with them. Right, Gilligan, you'll be Numbuh 82…"
"But I wanna be Numbuh T…" He whined. Numbuh 86 slapped her forehead.
"Numbuh T was erased from the database, remember? You'll have to be Numbuh 82."
Shaunie looked at his sister, and then to Tommy. "Unless you want to get killed, just listen to her dude."
Tommy huffed, and sat back. "Fine, I'll be Numbuh 82."
"Good. Now, Mushi will be Numbuh 89, and Shaunie will be Numbuh 87. Obviously Numbuh's 86, 83 and 84 are already assigned. So the little one will be Numbuh 88."
"What about Numbuh 85?" Sonia asked. "Should we ask Paddy if he could help?"
"I already have one idiot of a younger brother helping, I don't need another one." Fanny replied flatly. "He's still tryin' to grow his hair back anyway, so he won't be leaving the Moon Base for a while."
"Whoopee, we all have Numbuhs." Mushi stated, twirling her finger around. Fanny's eyes narrowed.
"Yes, and now the fun can begin." Fanny stated. "I want Numbuh's 82, 363 and 89 to find anything we can use to make 2x4 technology. Numbuh 87, 84 and 83, you'll be making uniforms."
"And you?" Lee asked, making everyone look at him in shock.
"I'll be babysitting…what else?" Fanny replied, picking Joey up. "I'll be helping you get ready. So, let's get going!"
The younger kids all began plundering the house for anything useful. Fanny, Shaunie, Lee and Sonia ran to the Fullbright's craft room, and looted every piece of black and purple material they could find. Lee grabbed yellow and green to make Numbuhs for everyone.
"You know? Since we started, there's been no fun what soever." Mushi muttered.
Fanny smirked. "I never said it was going to be fun for you." She moved Joey into a more comfortable position in her arms, and looked in worry. Usually Numbuh 362 would check in if either she was in trouble or if she thought Fanny may need some help. But since the other transmission that was some time ago, she hadn't heard anything.
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Numbuh 362 was tired, and her energy seemed to be sucked from her body slowly as she and Sector V continued slowly. Numbuh 2 had got them out fine, but before they could take their newly made shortcut through the wall, a few Teen Ninjas put in charge of holding them had attacked them. It was too easy for the team to defeat them, but it seemed the fight was taking its toll on the Supreme Commander. She stopped, and placed a hand to her head.
"Something wrong Numbuh 362?" Numbuh 1 enquired, making the other four look at their leader in concern.
"I don't feel so good." She stated heavily. "I don't think I can go any further. You need to go on without me."
"That's a negative Numbuh 362." Numbuh 1 shook his head. "No matter what, we never leave an operative behind."
Numbuh 362 groaned both in stubbornness and in pain. She swayed slightly, and felt her body give way as she fell backwards. Numbuh 3 screamed, as their fallen leader lay motionless before them.
"Numbuh 362?" Numbuh 1 asked, picking her up from the floor and shaking her gently. The only movement present was that of her helmet sliding off and clattering to the floor.
"Numbuh 2, you need to contact Numbuh 86 right now." Numbuh 1 ordered, placing their leader back down gently.
"What about Numbuh 60?" Numbuh 2 inquired, lamely trying to avoid contacting his red haired superior.
"Because Numbuh 60 is busy keeping an eye on the Moon Base." Numbuh 1 stated. "Although he'd drop everything for her, He's too far away as it is. He'd take too long to get here. Numbuh 86 is the only one who can get here quickly."
"Roger that." Numbuh 2 said quietly, and stepped a little away from everyone else. He began sending a transmission through, and the next second; Fanny came up on his watch.
"This had better be good Gilligan." She stated flatly, but not as fierce as she usually would.
"Numbuh 86, we need you to get here as fast as you can." He said, making her look with interest. "Numbuh 362 isn't doing so good."
"What's wrong with her?" Fanny enquired, looking with concern.
"She might be running a fever of some sort." Numbuh 2 continued. "We can't move anywhere unless she gets better. So we're out in the open."
Fanny nodded. "I understand. Make sure you keep her steady and rested, and we'll be there as soon as we can. Can't have you as easy targets now, can we?"
Numbuh 2 smiled inside. "Right, Numbuh 2 out."
He ended the transmission, and looked at their fallen commander in deep concern. He hoped that Fanny would come as soon as she could, or they'd have a rough time on their hands.