Chapter Six

Fanny shook with anger as Numbuh 2 ended the transmission. Not only were her fellow operatives in danger or being attacked, but also Numbuh 362 was out for the count. Fanny balled her free hand into her fist, and Joey looked at her in sadness.

"Numbuh 86?" Tommy inquired, seeing her face.

"It's Sector V and Numbuh 362." She said ever so quietly, making him come over and placing a hand on her arm. "They're in danger. They need us to get there as soon as we can."

Tommy nodded, and proceeded over to the pile of junk they had collected. As if he had just received an electric jolt, he immediately began building and constructing big gun like contraptions.

"Numbuh 86, we've got the uniforms ready." Sonia informed, receiving a nod.

"Alright. I want you to contact Numbuh 60 and tell him to send the plans for the warehouse in which the villains are supposed to be. We'll also need the coordinates." She instructed. She turned to Lee. "I want you to help with the 2x4. We need as much as we can. If anything, Numbuh 362's downfall will make Father go after her."

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For the first time in her life, Numbuh 5 was scared for her team. Not just a little scared, she was terrified. She had opted to stand guard with Numbuh 1 and 4 while Numbuh 3 tended to their fallen leader. It had been long enough for Father to whiff up the scent of crumbling, and to come with full force. But there had been nothing. Numbuh 5's eyes innocently wandered to a pair of black glasses, which were facing right at her. Though her Sector leader's expression is most of the time hard to decipher, Numbuh 5 could see his narrowed eyes and fearful expression with a weak fearless expression trying to hide it. But she knew. They all knew. If Numbuh 362 didn't get better soon, they were in bigger trouble than ever before.

"N-numbuh 1?" She asked quietly after a while. "There's been something bugging Numbuh 5 for a while, and she needs to know the answer."

The British boy looked at her with deep concern, and gave her a brief nod. "Anything Numbuh 5. What's been troubling you?"

"Well, we came here for the villains, right?" She explained. "And we so far haven't seen any, right? But, Numbuh 86 has confirmed 3 attacks today on her house. What if this was a trap for us, so Father could go after something that Numbuh 86 has?"

Numbuh 1 looked away in deep concern. "But the question is, what?"

"Th…the younger…k-kids…" They turned to see Numbuh 3 holding up their leader, who's voice seemed almost non-existent.

"The younger kids?" Numbuh 5 questioned, noticing their leader was trying to stay awake. Numbuh 5 began her pacing; analysing everything she had heard in the past week.

Then it hit her.

"Father needs the younger kids for his project!" She exclaimed, pounding a fist down in her palm. "Numbuh 5 heard Cree talking about it the other night!" She got stares from her team, and she nodded once before re-telling her encounter.

Numbuh 5 was at home listening to music in her bedroom, when she heard her sister talking in that tone in the next room. Finding a glass, she put it up against the wall and pressed her ear to the end. Her sister's voice now sounded like it was ringing in her ears as she spoke.

"Yes Father, all the Villains are prepared to capture the kids…but the question is, why do you need them? There's plenty of other kids…I see. So, where would you like me to scout around?…The Moon Base is no trouble at all…I'll send Chad to keep an eye on the rest…This is really the most devious plan you've ever come up with Father…Rest assured, you will get those kids, even if we have to pry them from a KND operative's dead hands…Cree out."

Abby pulled the glass away, and put her earphones back on to the sound of shuffling feet. Cree opened her little sister's door, only to find no suspicious behaviour going on. A shrug of the shoulders, and the teenager stalked off.

"So, whatever Father has planned, he's going to use your siblings…" She concluded, once again pacing. Her red-rimmed hat hung over her eyes, pointing down to her ever so quickly pacing feet.

"So, whatever Father has planned…it can't be good." Numbuh 1 stated grimly. "This is what he planned all along! To get us out of the way and grab the younger kids for the taking. Cree must've informed him that they were in Numbuh 86's care, and thought she wasn't strong enough to take care of them."

"And so far, his plan's been a complete failure." Numbuh 2 suggested. "Numbuh 86 has taken a lot of care of these kids, plus nabbing a few more for the Arctic prison."

"Well, let's just hope she can keep going." Numbuh 5 stated. "Coz one screw up now, and goodbye Kids Next Door."

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A hand engulfed itself in a glove. A boot was pulled onto a foot. Crayons strapped to a belt were flung over a head to fall into place on their shoulder. A cape tied around the next straightened out to reveal the Numbuh 82 in green standing out upon a yellow circle. And finally, a bandana with the Numbuh 86 was tied up upon a mass of red frizzy hair. Fanny stood before her newly foundered team, with young Joey in her arms. Each with as much determination as the next, Fanny couldn't help but smirk.

"So, are you all ready?" She asked. She received a full count of nodded heads, and a giggle from Joey. He started to reach out to the table beside them, and tried his hardest to grab it. Fanny grabbed the ball for him, and Joey giggled differently. He pulled his hand back, and threw it directly at the wall. Lee grabbed Sonia and pulled her down to avoid the ball making contact with their faces, and turned with everyone else to stare at a gaping hole in the wall. Fanny had a blank expression on her face, and blinked a few times.

"O..ok…"She stammered after a few minutes of staring in sheer amazement. "It…looks like we're all ready…"

"I do believe you need to be ready, right Mr. Wink?"

"Indeed Mr. Fibb."

Fanny looked up, and noticed a chunk of the roof had been stripped clean from its place. She pointed up at the new foes, and shouted at the top of her lungs,

"KIDS NEXT DOOR…BATTLESTATIONS!"