Finally an update. Wally's POV. Enjoy.

A week later, Wally was sitting in the boy's change room, getting ready for a football match when his cellphone began to ring. He took of his helmet, shaking his hair out of his eyes and answered it.

"Hey Wally, we need your help," Nigel said. Wally took a swig of sports drink, balancing his cellphone on his knee as he bent over to tie his shoelace.

"What's up?" he asked curiously.

"I just need to confirm- you are playing a football match against the rival high school at precisely sixteen hundred hours, correct?"

"Well, not precisely, but yeah. I'm in the change room right now, getting ready." Wally waved away one of his teammates who had come bounding over, pointing anxiously at the clock stationed on the wall.

"Excellent. And you're still willing to help us, correct?" Nigel said, lowering his voice.

"Absolutely."

"Even if it means possibly sabotaging the game?"

"Abso- what?" Wally asked, shocked.

"You heard me." Wally thought for a moment.

"…Yeah," he replied with only some hesitation.

"Don't worry, the chance of that happening is next to none. I just wanted to put it out there." Another one of Wally's teammates loped towards him getting ready to exit the change room, making kissy faces and mouthing girlfriend? but Wally gave him the finger and he quickly left.

"Listen mate, whatever you gotta say, say it quick. My team needs me out there in like, two minutes."

"Right. This is important info and I will say it once and only once. The five of us- me, Hoagie, Kuki, you, and Abigail were part of an organization when we were younger. We still are, technically. Don't ask about it right now, just accept that I'm not lying. Anyways, any organization has its enemies, and several of those enemies are both on your team and the rival team."

"On my team?" Wally exclaimed.

"Precisely. And since you are team captain, we can use your position to our advantage." Wally blinked, adjusting his jersey absentmindedly. It actually wasn't that hard to believe what Nigel was saying- after all, some of his teammates were pretty nasty.

"So what do I need to do?" he asked, pushing himself off the bench.

"I'm glad you asked."

A minute later, Wallabee walked onto the field, accepting chest, fist, and head bumps from his teammates. He was nervous. Definitely nervous. On each of his fingertips was a clear, glass-like recording device the size of a thumbnail. They were very sticky. He had accidentally brushed one against the door when opening it, and it was now permanently stuck there. Luckily, Nigel had planned that something along those lines would've happened, so he'd provided four extras. Wally had found the devices inside one of the lockers. Nigel had given him the combination for the lock, and had instructed him on what to do with the seemingly harmless stickers. One side of the device was like Scotch Tape- and the other was extremely sticky- like, permanent, don't-even-think-about-getting-this-baby-off sticky. It was also waterproof so it wouldn't break down when a target took a shower or something. Some new kind of tech Hoagie had invented. How Nigel had snuck them into the locker room was beyond Wally. But now he had to focus on his mission.

He adjusted his helmet with the tech-less finger, cursing silently when he realized he still had to do it up- which required at least three fingers. He decided to set the plan in action- effective immediately. That way, he'd be able to get rid of two more recording devices before he would be able to come into contact with the rival team.

Nigel had listed off his targets earlier on the phone. On the enemy team, jersey numbers 21, 49, 73, and 84. And on his team… numbers 3 and 55. Two burly boys named Brett and Chad. They were ferocious on the field but otherwise, very friendly. Wally was disappointed that they were apparently the enemy. He certainly hadn't expected it, anyways. There were much nastier players on his team.

Wally sauntered up to them, suddenly putting on a burst of speed and headbutting Brett in the back. Brett yelled in surprise, spinning around angrily, but grinning when he realized the attacker was only his captain. Wally poked him delicately with his pinky finger, right at the exposed bit on his neck. The device became unstuck from his finger. When Brett moved a bit, the sun glinted off it, but just barely. Brett looked at him questioningly.

"It's an Australian thing," he lied smoothly. He did the same thing to Chad with the pinky on his other hand, almost getting the edge of the jersey, but luckily, planting the device securely onto him. If the device had attached to Chad's jersey, it would have been useless. After all, he'd only use it during football games. Chad gave him an especially strange look, but Wally grinned it off. Wally realized that he now had to go and do the same thing to all his teammates- otherwise it would look weird. Heck, it still looked weird. He galloped around the waiting area, yelling rowdily and pinky-tipping the necks of all his fellow players. Afterwards, he adjusted his helmet, hearing the satisfying click of the buckle. He wiggled the remaining seven fingers without a recorder on it.

"Alright, alright," screamed their coach. "Do we all know the game plan?" Oh yeah, Wally thought to himself as he readied himself into position. He chose that moment to glance at the assembled cheerleaders, shouting cheerful encouragement and performing various flips. He caught Kuki's eye. She waved cheerfully, and he gave a little salute back. Of course she made it on the squad, he thought to himself. Fanny and Rachel stood beside her, waving their pom-poms in the air. She smiled at him, winking. He blushed furiously, trying not to notice how short her skirt was. He also tried not to notice everybody else also trying not to notice how short all of their skirts were.

"Focus," he muttered to himself. He couldn't let himself get distracted.

A few moments later, the two teams had assembled, in ready position. Wally took a deep breath. I can do this. He felt a steely determination expanding in his chest. This was something he needed to do. He fixed his gaze on his four targets, exhaling. The whistle blew.

Big action type things coming up for Wally- good luck to him. Working on an update. Hope you liked it! THANKS TO ALL THOSE WHO REVIEWED, FOLLOWED, AND FAVED! If you haven't, then do it! Thanks guys!

-happynomnom