Chapter 3: The File

Numbuh 60 marched out of Numbuh 362's office determined and equipped, holding onto the precious file that told us our mission. It wasn't opened yet as he was gripping it tightly with his fingertips. I stormed out as fast as I could toward him.

"Hey!" I called after him.

He made no answer and kept walking.

Stupid boy!

"HEY STOP, YOU CRUDDY BOY!" shouting as hard as I could.

He came to a complete halt and swished his body toward my direction. A professional stare was plastered upon Numbuh 60's face as he waited patiently for me to speak.

I glared and extended my hand in front of his face. He scanned it and looked back up at me in confusion.

"You want a handshake?"

"No, stupid, give me the file!"

He glared back up at me.

"No!"

My eyes widened.

Did he just say no to me? He is dead!

"What do you mean 'no'?"

He didn't answer but just remained firm.

"I SAID GIVE IT TO ME, YOU STUPID BOY!"

"Why?"

"…BECAUSE YOU ARE TOO STUPID TO KEEP TRACK OF THAT!"

"Numbuh 362 sent me on this mission first, she gave me the file, and she said that I was best qualified, not you! So, I hold onto it!"

"NO, NUMBUH 362 DOESN'T KNOW WHAT SHE IS TALKING ABOUT! SHE HAS NO IDEA HOW INCOMPETENT YOU BOYS CAN BE! SO, GIVE IT TO ME!" I screamed with rage, fire burning in my eyes.

Numbuh 60 didn't care, he just walked away clutching the file in his arms. He wasn't willing to part with it.

"AHHHHHH!" I screamed loudly, throwing my helmet onto the floor

I didn't care who heard, I was just ticked.

No one says 'no' to Numbuh 86-no one! Especially that boy! I HATE HIM SO MUCH! Ugh, how will I be able to stand being on a mission with him for who knows how long? I am going to crack! I am going to literally die!

The fact was, whether I liked it or not, I was going on a mission with that cruddy jerk. My misery, my heartache, my madness will start …tomorrow.

My feet hovered inches above the ground, swaying slowly back and forth. The waviness of my red hair moved violently through the breeze. I shut my eyes so I could ponder all of my thoughts that were swarming around my in-genius brain.

Silence…is all I heard as the seat from underneath me began to shift with the wind. I gripped the rope that was attached to the seat and noticed a shadow over take me.

I planted my feet hard into the ground as the swing made a complete stop. I raised my head up to see a boy looking down at me. I grinned sheepishly and, once he saw, I quickly hid my smile before he could notice.

"What's up?" he asked me.

"Not much, why?"

"No reason, you just look a bit…" he trailed.

"A bit what?" I frowned.

"Unhappy," he finished.

I gave him a quizzical look.

"Why would I be happy?"

"I'm sorry," he responded, sadly.

"Sorry for what?"

"I'm sorry this has to happen."

"It has to happen sometime. Those are the rules."

"Well…the rules are crud!"

"Why don't you go tell them that?" I glared.

"You know if it were up to me, it wouldn't be this way."

"But it is happening and there's nothing we can do about it, but just…wait."

"Waiting isn't my style."

"Well…will it still be your style two months from now?"

"I hope so…"

"Well," I said, leaping off my swing, "I'll see ya tomorrow."

"No."

I shot my head back at him, "Huh?"

"Me, you, tonight, our place…don't be late."

I smirked and uttered no words. I quickly raised a brow and walked off, leaving him to follow me with his eyes.

"FANNY!"

My body whipped up at the yell. As my eyes shot open, my mom barged in.

"What are ya still doing asleep? Get up, my little Fanny pants, there's a visitor downstairs," my mom said in her thick Irish accent.

I cocked an eyebrow, "Who?"

But my mom was already half way downstairs.

Who could be at my house at 7 O'clock in the morning…ON A STINKEN SUMMER DAY?

I hastily got dressed in my usual clothes and ran down the steps to see who it was. I gazed around the living room and saw no one.

What the crud was my mom talking about? Was I dreaming again?

All of a sudden, I heard some commotion coming from the kitchen.

Usually I am used to commotion in the kitchen but my stupid brothers weren't even here!

I stepped into the kitchen and started to get furious. There, sitting at our table eating my cereal, was none other than…Numbuh 60!