Heya guys! Welcome back to Totally Kids Next Door! Thanks to my one reviewer, Tater! Now, on to the story...

When we last left our Heroes/Heroines, the KND had just been repelled by the Girls, although Sam had been disabled by Numbuh 226, with the "Special Rounds" given to them by Numbuh 362. Now, it's just Numbuh 225 against the two irate girls. What will happen? Read on to find out!

Disclaimer – Pbm23 does not own KND or Totally Spies, or anything to do with the shows. I do own Numbuhs 225-240 and 250-253 and all their own weapons/gadgets etcetera etcetera.

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The two girls glared at the operative in the house and pool area, who stood, barring their way into the villa and therefore their best escape route.

"You!" hissed Clover. "I thought we'd dealt with you!"

"Flotation rings." 225 smirked. "I must remember to thank Numbuh 227 for that one. I was never sure why he put them on, but... they definitely helped."

"Yeah, they definitely helped us a lot!" Alex said sarcastically. "Now get out of our way, we have a medical case here, thanks to your friend!" She was now carrying Sam draped over here back, to let Clover, the harsher fighter, fight at full strength.

"Hm..." 225 said, regarding Sam for the first time. "Yes, 226 did a good job there. Don't worry," He said, "Your friend will be fine; she is only tranquilised. In fact... If I were you... I'd be more worried about yourselves." In one quick movement he pulled out an empty Mustard Pistol and loaded it with three more gleaming purple-tipped bolts. Clover roared and leapt at him, he sidestepped and fired; a bolt embedded itself into her side. She bounced off the glass and turned, then fell flat on her face, unconscious.

"Not again!" Alex groaned and then cried: "Ah!" as another bolt shot close next to her; she barely dodged it. Avoiding the next by inches, she turned triumphantly towards 225, then fell flat on her face, knocked out, another purple bolt falling on the floor. Behind her stood a grinning Numbuh 1, holding a mustard pistol in his hand. He moved over to inspect his work, high-fiving 225 on the way.

"Nicely done." smiled 225. "Now, how are we going to carry them back to the ships?"

"Uh... Captain?" The high-pitched voice of Numbuh 250 cut off his thinking. Squad H stood behind her, their weapons shouldered and their armour undented - they had been the source of the rockets earlier. "Anything we can do?"

"Ship status, Lieutenant?"

"Ready to go." 250 said. "Well, except for yours, sir." she added, speaking to Numbuh 1. "Your fellow operatives have been patched up by Numbuh 228, but they're still in too bad of a condition to fly, so we've set your S.C.A.M.P.E.R. on autopilot and sent it back to Moonbase, with a message to Numbuh 362."

"Good work Lieutenant." 225 said, Numbuh 1 nodding his thanks as well. "Can you get the teenagers into my ship, Lieutenant? They won't need to be seen by Numbuh 228, they're in perfect condition apart from the tranquiliser effect." Numbuh 250 saluted and moved out with the rest of her squad to carry out the orders. It was at this point that 226, 227 and Numbuh 5 decided to wake up.

"Oh..." groaned Numbuh 5. "Numbuh 5's head feels funny."

"Yeah.. Mine feels like I've ran into a brick wall..." agreed 226, standing up, then falling over again. "Ow..." Numbuh 1 laughed, then he and 225 helped the others through the villa, towards the waiting ship.

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As the two orange ships took off from the planet, 225 briefed Numbuh 1 on what had happened, 228 and Numbuh 3 were chatting randomly, Numbuh 5 and 226 were comparing weapons and battle stories, Numbuh 2 was annoying 227 with technical talk and Numbuh 4, 250 and 251 were guarding the three spies, who were locked in a cell at the very back of the ship. The ship itself was on autopilot, to stop it from crashing if Numbuh 2 accidentally jerked 227 out of flying with his bad jokes and tech talk.

"Well, I think that went pretty well." said Numbuh 1. He and 225 were standing at the front of the ship, looking into space as the moon slowly grew closer and closer.

"As missions go." 225 replied. "After all, no adults, no kidnappings, success, only minor injuries. It could have gone a lot worse, but thankfully it didn't."

Numbuh 1 grinned. Suddenly, everyone's attention was brought to the prison cell by the call of Numbuh 4.

"Oi! One's waking up!"

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"Oi! One's waking up!" A voice called out. Sam groaned and rubbed her head. She tipped her head back as if to fall asleep.

"Just five more minutes..." Then, she realised she was on a metal floor and that her last memory before she fell asleep was being attacked... by a bunch of kids. She opened her eyes and saw eleven pairs of eyes staring at her and, more importantly, three guns.

"How'd I get here?" She moaned.

"We captured you." said one of the kids, a boy of about twelve in blue armour. "You're a great fighter. Too good, in fact, we couldn't let the Teenz get a hand on your powers."

"Who are you lot anyway?" she said, still dazed. "This has to be a bad joke, or a nightmare..." She looked out of a nearby window and saw the dark sky. "Isn't it past your bed time?"

"Oh, ha-ha, very funny." said one of the boys, who wore an orange top and spoke with an Australian accent. "This is even funnier!" He fired his KND Z.A.P.P.E.R. She screamed as bolts of electricity shot through her body.

"Hold fire Numbuh 4!" roared a British accent. There was a thud and the electricity stopped. She opened her eyes. One of the other guards had knocked the weapon out of his hands; the thud came from where it hit the deck. She also saw two of the kids angrily confronting the Australian who had fired.

"NUMBUH 4!" shouted the one with the British accent. He was bald and wore a red top and Sunglasses. "WE WERE TOLD NOT TO FIRE AFTER CAPTURING!"

"Yeah!" screamed a girl in a green top. "Now go and say sorry!"

"But..." the Australian Muttered.

"NOW!" the girl roared. The boy ran up to the cage, muttered a quick apology and retreated quickly.

"Yes, well..." sighed the boy with blue armour. "You may as well know. We're the Kids Next Door. We protect Kids all over the world and we need to be sure that you won't join our arch-enemies, the Teenz. We'll take care of you though. I'm sure you'll be comfortable."

"You'll never get away with this!" Sam shouted. "Jerry will find us!"

"Oh, yes, the organization you work for. HOOP?"

"That's... WOOHP..." she corrected.

"Yes, yes, WHOOP. But they won't find you where you're going."

"Fine, we'll escape then! We always do!" Sam countered.

"The only way out is through the door in the cage. The bars are electrified and will stop anything trying to get through."

"Then we'll drill through." She smiled – they couldn't have though of that.

"You'll drill through into space?..." He asked. The boy then pressed a button on a control panel – windows appeared from panels in the sides of the cell. Looking through, Sam was greeted with the vast sight of the cosmos before here.

"Oh... Uh... Well..."

For once, Sam was lost for words.

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Sorry bout making Numbuh 4 the guy to shoot Sam, it just seemed like something he would to Teenagers/Adults (Operation Matador, eh?). Anyway, how was it? R/R please, or I won't be able to buy Sugar!