Hey guys. Before I go any further I must apologise for the long gap between this chapter and the last one, but I was really stuck. Because of this block, I'm going to have to take this most of this chapter away from where the girls and the officers are talking about and move to what Numbuhs 2-5 and my troops are doing (maybe even Jerry, two). Yet again, I apologise for the long break and having to miss out on the Spies/KND talk.

Disclaimer: Pbm23 doesn't own KND, or Totally Spies. I do own the KND Commandos.

225 and 227 stood outside the door to the hall, weapons ready, on guard duty. Despite the doors being shut, both commandos could catch small parts of the conversation going on inside, most of which were incredibly ear-splitting, even from outside and through several walls. After a particularly loud moment 227 turned to 225.

"That's Numbuh 86 screaming her ahead off again." He said.

"Correct, Sergeant." Another roar of indignation could be heard. "That's that blonde girl yelling now."

"86 seems to hate all teenagers and adults, except her father, with a passion that I've rarely seen outside of the Supreme Commander's Berserker units." 227 said. "The only difference between them though is that 86 doesn't have to be drugged on sweets to act like that."

"I see your point." 225 replied, before another yell seemingly shook the room and forced both of the Commandos to cover their ears.

"We need to get earmuffs." grumbled the pilot, who had also fallen over from the shock. 225 grinned sadly and helped him up.

In the main games room, Numbuhs 2, 3, 5 and 228 played, well, games. 228 and Numbuh 5 sat locked in an epic battle of Connect four, which, as Numbuh 5 had said to Numbuh 4 as he had laughed at her for playing it, did actually improve the senses and made you think, something "that you could never do", or so she had said to him. Numbuhs 2 and 3 were playing a racing game which, for some strange reason, both of them always seemed to thrash Numbuh 4 in when they were playing him. Numbuh 4 had disappeared somewhere, which Numbuh 3 seemed to know something about, though she refused to admit anything and just smiled when she was asked.

"What d'ya think is gonna happen to those three girls?" asked 228, breaking the silence that Numbuh 5 had been using to concentrate.

"Shush, I need to concentrate." grumbled Numbuh 5.

"Probably gonna be locked up." said Numbuh 2 as the game over screen flashed up. "Would they ever help us? I certainly wouldn't, if I was forcefully kidnapped from my home by a bunch of kids who then wanted my help."

"Aww, you're too pessimistic Numbuh 2!" said Numbuh 3 cheerfully. "Of course they'll help us! Who wouldn't?

At WOOHP headquarters, Jerry shuffled through some papers on his desk before pressing the WOOHP button which would bring his best agents to him. The trapdoor above the sofa opened and he expected to see the girls falling angrily onto it. Nothing happened. He waited a bit more. Still nothing. Jerry walked to the sofa and looked up, seeing the tunnel and the portal above it which normally took the girls from wherever they were on Earth straight to the WOOHP HQ. Starting to get worried now, he walked back to his desk and activated the camera that allowed him to see into the Spies' villa.

"Oh my!" he exclaimed as he took in the scene - the spies' furniture was overturned, the windows were cracked and an odd haze had descended on the area. Jerry tried to reach the girls on their X-powders, but nothing. He grabbed his wallet and ordered:

"The girls have gone missing! All spy satellites must be diverted their normal tasks to search. We must find them!"

Numbuh 226 stood on the main deck of the Moonbase in front of Numbuh 362's command throne, holding the place together until the real officers returned from their interrogation. A Moonbase scanning officer, clearly very new to the job, came up to her.

"Sir, we've detected powerful scan satellites attempted to erode our cloaking shield and search for three specific targets. What are your orders?" 226 smacked her left fist into her right palm.

"They must be trying to find the three prisoners! Increase the cloak shield to as high as it can go, drain power from turret defenses if you have to."

"As you wish sir, right away." The scan officer ran back to her post and upped the cloaking shield, as 226 hoped she hadn't left a hole in the overall defenses by increasing the cloaking shield.

On a dark ship far away, a dark power noted the weakening of the defenses of the KND Moonbase and instantly moved to take advantage of it.

A green light shined oddly on the wall next to the doors of the interrogation hall. 225 nodded at 227, who nodded back. They pushed open the double doors and marched inside. They saw the three girls, who were growling at the five KND officers on the podium.

"It seems you have no intention of assisting us." Numbuh 362 sighed, her face sad with disappointment. "Take them away." she addressed 225 and 227. The two Commandos grabbed the girls by their shackles and dragged them from the room. Sam and Alex seemed quiet and subdued, whilst Clover couldn't keep her mouth shut, screaming insults at the two troops. They pushed the girls along several corridors, until...

"I think I heard something." said Alex.

"Quiet." said 225 bluntly, as he forced them further along the corridor. 227 stopped suddenly.

"She's right, I heard it two," he said. "A scratching, scrambling sound?" he asked Alex, who nodded. 225 sighed.

"I'll check..." he grumbled and walked to the next corner. After a second of looking round it he jumped back - a metal cupboard fell down from around it, forcing a scream from the girls. 225 drew his rifle and ripped open the door. He sighed and pulled out a gagged and bound Numbuh 4. 225 ripped off the gag and Numbuh 4 said:

"It was Numbuh 3... she did this cause I zapped her." He pointed at Sam. 225 shook his head and untied him, then said:

"Since you're not busy, you can help us transport these girls to holding cell Alpha." Several corridors later, they came to a blast chamber - a large area of the Moonbase corridor system with several tables and a vending machine, plus two unbreakable blast doors for prison riots. As they entered the room, the blast door on the other end of the corridor slammed shut.

"That's odd." grumbled 225. "Sergeant, get a link to Moonbase Command, get them to open the blast doors."

"The comm is down, sir." replied 227. 225 sighed.

"We go back then." he said, before the other blast door suddenly slammed shut as well. "Uh oh, that's not good."

"What do you mean that's not good?" roared Clover. "This is your base isn't it? Deal with it!" The two commandos drew their rifles. Suddenly, a voice, clear and sharp, came over the previously blocked comm.

"Captain sir!" roared 226's voice. "Teen ship incoming on your position!"

My apologies again, but R/R please!