Disclaimer: I own nothing. This is for entertainment purposes only.
Summary: One operative missing is concerning. An entire sector, however as small as it may be, was code ketchup. With important Kids Next Door information that could be the end of the organization, and five highest clearance operatives missing there is only one team for the job. Sector V. With very limited amount of time to find the missing sector and the possibility of another situation like Sector Z on the line pressure is high. Can Sector V save the missing Sector in time?
"Operation: S.E.C.R.E.T."
Moonbase
"Numbuh 362! Numbuh 362!"
"What?"
"Sector P… Sector P. Sector."
"What about Sector P."
"We lost communication. They haven't sent in any reports and it was due yesterday, they are never late for reports. And... "
"And WHUT! You're wasting time stoopid boy!"
"Numbuh 86!"
"What about Sector P?"
"There is some sort of strange signal coming from the treehouse. It's a really-really-really old one. We don't know what it means."
"Something probably broke down into a treehouse and they don't know how to fix it."
"I don't think so, sir, ma'am."
"Why not?"
"It just went through a full 2x4 check-up last week."
"Send in Sector V to check it out. They are the closest Sector."
"Aye, aye!"
"Numbuh 86 find out what you can on Sector P, I haven't heard anything about them in a while."
"That's easy. I know Numbuh 77 well. Numbuh 77 is always complaining about Numbuh 432, and Numbuh 88 playing basketball and Numbuh 261 is friends with Numbuh 5."
Sector V
"Alright team we have been given a highly important secret mission," said Numbuh 1.
"You always say that," said Numbuh 4.
"This time it is for real. Global Command has lost communication with Sector P," said Numbuh 1.
"Their treehouse is probably broke again," whined Numbuh 2.
"Maybe so, but we better make sure," said Numbuh 1.
"Are they having a party?" asked Numbuh 3.
"I don't think so, Numbuh 3," said Numbuh 1.
"Awe, I love parties," said Numbuh 3.
"Sector V! Move out!" order Numbuh 1.
Sector P
Sector V neared a ruined down treehouse. It was way past its glory days. Being one of the earliest treehouses to be built Sector P had seen its fair share of battles. It had broken windows, big gaping holes on the floor and walls, and the 2X4 technology was so old it rarely ever worked and when it did it was always causing more harm than good. Many had forgotten Sector P's importance in Kids Next Door history.
"Man, this treehouse is ooold," giggled Numbuh 3 as the S.C.A.M.P.E.R. was slowly being lowered into the landing zone.
"How do they even get anything done?" asked Numbuh 2.
"It looks like a really cruddy treehouse to me," said Numbuh 4.
"This is one of the most famous treehouses in Kids Next Door history," complained Numbuh 1.
"Yeah right," huffed Numbuh 4.
"Sector P once was a really popular sector, they had a huge team. But there was a huge battle between one of the most terrible band of Candy Pirates ever known and the treehouse took a beating. Ever since Sector P has remained like this unwilling to rebuild," said Numbuh 1.
"Enough history lesson, let's go in!" said Numbuh 4.
"Numbuh 4 you're with Numbuh 2 and Numbuh 3. Numbuh 5 with me," said Numbuh 1.
"Are we going to have a party?" asked Numbuh 3.
"No! We are looking for those cruddy missing operatives!" yelled Numbuh 4.
Numbuh 5 shook her head.
"Move out team!"
Numbuh 3, Numbuh 4 and Numbuh 2 went left towards the bedrooms and Numbuh 1 and Numbuh 5 went right towards the command center. The treehouse was dark and it made noises in the breeze. There wasn't much talking either.
Numbuh 3 screamed when she found a decapitated Rainbow Monkey head rolling down the hallway. Numbuh 4 shot it with ketchup and mustard. Numbuh 2 picked up a flashlight he found on a shelf in the landing zone and shinned it down the hallway, there was no one nor any sign of the Rainbow Money's body.
"Numbuh 2 come in?" asked Numbuh 1 through the newly issued walky-talkies.
"Just a Rainbow Money head," said Numbuh 4.
"Only a head?" asked Numbuh 1.
"I'm sure it fell off," said Numbuh 2 fidgeting.
Numbuh 2 looked around on the shelves to see a lot of broken 2X4 technology and some things he had never seen before. He also didn't see any signs of anything being moved in quite some time. There were only a few new, non-broken things, but they didn't even looked like they had been used.
Meanwhile, Numbuh 1 and Numbuh 5 were lost in all the winding and twisted hallways. It was impossible to figure out where you were going or to where. It was a very large treehouse, being that it had housed lots of children at one point. It was also designed for security.
"I think the command center is this way," said Numbuh 5 as they took another right.
"Why would they build it like this?" asked Numbuh 1 rubbing his head.
"Well, didn't Numbuh 362 say they have high clearance?" asked Numbuh 5.
"Yes," said Numbuh 1.
"Maybe they have things hidden here that no one knows about," offered Numbuh 5.
"You seem to know a lot about Sector P, Numbuh 5."
"Numbuh 5 was in training with Numbuh 261. Numbuh 5's dad is friends with her dad or somethin'."
"I don't really know that much. They are very secretive. Numbuh 432 doesn't come to leader outings for a long time and doesn't say much at meetings," said Numbuh 1.
"They used to do those things. Numbuh 261 used to talk about them all the time and you saw all of them together doing stuff other than missions. Now you barely seem on missions," said Numbuh 5 sadly.
Numbuh 1 frowned. He hated seeing his teammates sad. But he wasn't sure he could fix this. He had a feeling about why Sector P was missing. He hoped he was wrong.
"If you are thinking Sector P turned on the Kids Next Door, there is no way Numbuh 261 would. You don't know her like I do. She'd do anything for us, she's about as loyal as they come," said Numbuh 5.
Numbuh 1 threw up his hands defensively.
"Let's try this door," said Numbuh 5.
The door creaked open. Inside was not a command center but a room filled with diagrams, drawing and photographs. On a board was pictures of all the teammates with sticky notes next to the picture. There were diagrams of the treehouse, neighborhood and even of inventions. There were also drawings of escape routes, and things that made no sense at all.
"What is this?" asked Numbuh 5.
"It looks like someone in Sector P was keeping a really close eye on everyone else in the sector," said Numbuh 1.
"They've been digging up information that's for sure," said Numbuh 5 looking at the notecards around a picture of a gurl with medium tan skin.
"I wonder how many rooms there are in this place?" asked Numbuh 1.
"Well, there looks be a lot from all these diagrams," said Numbuh 5.
"I wonder who was doing this and why," said Numbuh 1.
"I don't know, but they had way too much time on their hands," said Numbuh 5.
Numbuh 4, Numbuh 3 and Numbuh 2 had reached the first bedroom. They had to pry open the metal door. There was 'Numbuh 261' painted in blue on the door. The door finally let loose and the trio fell into the room. Numbuh 2 shined the light around the room.
The bedroom was mostly blue and green. There were lots of toy soldiers, and military transportation vehicles. Numbuh 4 pulled a nutcracker off the shelf and the entire room shifted. Numbuh 3 stumbled into Numbuh 2, whom fell into Numbuh 4. All three landed on the floor.
"What was that?" asked Numbuh 4.
"It looks like the other room was a decoy room," said Numbuh 2, his eyes big with wonder.
The room was now pink, purple, blue and green. There was several rainbow money posters hanging, two dolls on a shelf, doll clothes folded next to the dolls, and one singular Rainbow Money, Super Sleuth Rainbow Monkey. There were several strange weapons hanging on a wall. There was a remote controlled military airplane toy. There was also a stuffed pug on the bed. The bedding was pink with bright blue and yellow pillows. There was a bright pink fuzzy rug, pink beanbag, and a pink tea set, that didn't look like it had been used in years. There was a green wardrobe.
"Why would they hid such a preety room," said Numbuh 3.
Numbuh 4 and Numbuh 2 shrugged at that. Sector P seemed outright weird. They had always seemed weird at the meetings and on missions and such. However, it had been a really long time since Sector V and Sector P had worked together.
"Look at all these pretty clothes!" said Numbuh 3 growing through the wardrobe.
"Numbuh 3, I don't think you should be going through her clothes," said Numbuh 2.
"Oooh, look at this. That's preety," said Numbuh 3 pulling out a ballerina tutu.
"I think I'm going to throw up," said Numbuh 4.
"And this, and this, and this, and eww that's ugly," said Numbuh 3 tossing out battle commando.
"And spy gear too," said Numbuh 2 seeing a closet full of high tech gadgets.
"And lots and lots of hats!"
"Ugh," groaned Numbuh 4.
"We should keep looking," said Numbuh 2 pulling himself away from all the cool 2x4 technology he was seeing.
Numbuh 1 and Numbuh 5 finally found the command center. After climbing up a really old ladder that kept swaying and threatening to fall down. They found it was actually the most up to date section of the treehouse. It looked like it had been recently updated in the last few weeks.
Suddenly the lights flickered back on as Numbuh 2, Numbuh 4 and Numbuh 3 had fed the very hungry hamsters, whom instantly started to run on their wheels once again. However, there still wasn't much light. There hasn't a whole lot of electricity in the treehouse.
There was a flash on a protector screen and an image began to form. It was of Numbuh 261 with battle commando on, her famous baseball cap, and an armband with 261 on it.
"If anyone ever sees this it means something went terribly wrong. Sector P has a fallout plan in case of emergency. The treehouse will completely shut down. There are several codes that may be project. Code Ketchup is either an attack or there is someone trying to steal information. Code Mustard is we are out of soda, candy or ice-cream. Code Grape is we're out of power because of someone being stupid and running too much technology. There is Code Red Hot Chili Pepper, which is the highest level, this will alert global command, and it also sounds a really awful sounding alarm in the Moonbase so use it only in extreme emergency. Numbuh 261, out."
"So I guess it went into R.H.C.P." said Numbuh 5 wisely avoiding the actually words.
"Must have," said Numbuh 1.
"But why?" asked Numbuh 5.
Besides the fact there were no operatives and the whole treehouse was falling apart everything seemed fine. There was no reason for a sort of global alert to be sent off.
"This is Numbuh 261. Is Global Command there? Repeat this is Numbuh 261. Sect-Sect-Sector P alert. Security alert. There-is-a-le. Code Red Hot Chili Peppers!"
The message kept crackling and going out of transmission. There was a lot of nose and movement. The last glimpse of Numbuh 261 was of pure panic.
"I hope that didn't just go to Global Command," said Numbuh 5.
"It didn't. The communication cord has been cut," said Numbuh 1 holding up part of the cord.
"We still don't know why. But she looked scared," said Numbuh 5.
"Any clue why she would scared?" asked Numbuh 1 "you're the one that knows her."
Numbuh 5 shrugged.
Meanwhile Numbuh 4 had set off a tripwire in another of the bedrooms and was running for his life. Big giant wads of gum were being launched at him as he ran out of the room. He stopped for a moment to take a breath and suddenly a giant wad ball of gum came rolling down the hallway. He ran down the hallway screaming and waving his hands in the air. He dives through a narrow doorway and the gum wad gets stuck in the archway. Numbuh 4 took a deep breath wiping his forehead.
"Too close," sighed Numbuh 4.
He now found himself into a room of TV screens and computers. He wasn't a technology geek like Numbuh 2. He typed in random letters on the keyboard and several of the TV screens turned on showing different parts of the treehouse. He could even see Numbuh 1 and Numbuh 5 looking into rooms while walking down the hallway. Numbuh 3 was going through the other female operative's clothes now. However, Numbuh 2 was nowhere to be seen.
Numbuh 2 had discovered upon the records rooms. There were shelves and shelves of books as high as he could see. There were even more shelves of CDs and some filled with some sort of special compact storage device. He tried to read the labels before picking anything up. Most of the compact storage devices were reports for the Moonbase. However, there were two that were not labeled. He picked up the first one. On the top it had 'Operative 261 Report, Top Secret, Only for the eyes of Numbuh 362 and Numbuh 5' written on it. The second one had 'Operative 77 Report, Top Secret, for Numbuh 362 Only' written on it. He carried both of them having a feeling it was important they got to the Moonbase. He saw sections of shelves labeled: mission history, 2x4 technology handbooks, KND history, maps, and guidelines and rulebooks.
Sector V regrouped back at the S.C.A.P.E.R. Once everyone was aboard did anyone even start to talk about what they had seen and anything that may be important. No one wanted to stay in an empty Sector P even with the lights on.
"What did we find team?" asked Numbuh 1.
"Nothing is at is seems in Sector P," said Numbuh 4.
Everyone looked at Numbuh 4 shocked that he had said something intelligent and had noticed something about Sector P. The biggest shocker was there wasn't any use of 'crud' at all in a sentence. It was a miracle.
"I knows things," said Numbuh 4 crossing his arms.
"Numbuh 261 has a really cool room that has a decoy room," said Numbuh 2 "with lots of cools 2x4 technology."
"And lots of preety clothes. The other girl only has clothes with green and black, sooo boring," whined Numbuh 3.
"We aren't here to talk about their fashion sense," said Numbuh 1.
"And Numbuh 77 hides magazines under her mattress," said Numbuh 3 pulling out a stack of magazines and they fell onto the floor.
Teen Pop, Teen Fashion, and Teen Villain. Everyone gasped at the last magazine. A note fell out of the Teen Villain. Numbuh 5 picked it up.
The note read:
Tonight is the night. Make sure they are all there.
Cree
"Oooh boy, we better get to Moonbase now," said Numbuh 5.
Moonbase
"Sector V, what did you find?" asked Numbuh 362.
"There had been a report to you that was attempted to be sent out before the said operative put the treehouse into alert but the communicate cord has been cut," said Numbuh 1.
"Numbuh 261 and Numbuh 77 had these in their records room. I thought they should be given to you," said Numbuh 2 handing over the compact storage devices.
"We believe there may be a leak in Sector P," said Numbuh 5 tossing the teen magazines and the note over to Numbuh 362.
"Whose room did this come from?" asked Numbuh 362.
"Numbuh 77," said Numbuh 1.
Numbuh 86 looked completely stunned and hurt. Another friend had betrayed her.
"And who set of the alarm?" asked Numbuh 362.
"Numbuh 261," said Numbuh 1.
"Impossible, Numbuh 77 would never read those. They must be framing her," said Numbuh 86 glaring at the boys as if they were the ones framing her friend.
"Well, Numbuh 261 seemed to be afraid of something or someone on her message to the Moonbase," said Numbuh 5.
"Numbuh 5 and Numbuh 1 stay here. The rest of you it's meatball sandwich day," said Numbuh 362.
Once everyone was gone Numbuh 362 activated lockdown mode. Metals doors blocked of the doors and window to create a completely soundproof area.
"What we are about to watch can never leave this room," said Numbuh 362.
She typed in codes on Numbuh 261's compact storage device.
"I have decided to reveal a leak in Sector P. I have discovered that only Numbuh 88 and I are still loyal to Kids Next Door. Whatever Numbuh 77 says is a lie. She has been giving KND information to the Teens in exchange for a place in their ranks, starting in the next few days. Numbuh 432 has been blackmailing us to keep quite he turned thirteen nearly a year ago now. I decided I had enough blackmail of my own to make this report. Don't judge us for not saying something. You don't realize what it is like. Numbuh 88 and I are going to try to fix our mistake of being silent by catching Numbuh 77 in the act and to personally deal with Numbuh 432. All will be done to protect the Kids Next Door. No leaks will remain unfixed. I may not deliver this until then for the security of the self-declared mission. Do not come looking for us. We will report in if and when we need help. Trust us, we know what we are doing. I know no one will understand why we said nothing. Ask Numbuh 5. She knows what Numbuh 432 has on me. Then maybe you will understand," said a protected image of Numbuh 261 "what do you think of my new report invention? So much more secure and more reliable than video cameras!"
"OUT OF ALL THE STUPID THINGS SECTOR P HAS DONE. KEEPING IMPORTANT INFROMATION. HELPING A TEENAGER! WHAT WERE THEY THINKING GOING ON AN UNAUTHORIZED MISSION?"
"I think we should listen to Numbuh 5's explanation first," said Numbuh 1 cautiously.
"A long time ago Numbuh 261 made a very powerful tool for the Kids Next Door. Her father found it and accidently used it. It gave him back his memory of his time as a Kids Next Door operative. She told Numbuh 5 never to tell anyone but she was losing her mind not telling anyone," said Numbuh 5 "she didn't want anyone to decommission her father again."
"AN ADULT WITH THEIR MEMORIES! WHAT IS SHE THINKING!"
"He's the reason Sector P functions with all the old technology they use. They get all sorts of information from him. And Numbuh 261 will do anything for her father, I would not recommend trying to decommission her father," said Numbuh 5.
"Why should I? That's a clear violation of-of-of," said Numbuh 362.
"There is no rule against it. Numbuh 5 knows Numbuh 261 is very smart and likely has technology more powerful than us. Take away his memories, lose her. And to lose her is to lose the most important operative to the Kids Next Door," said Numbuh 5 "we have just forgotten Sector P as important."
"If and only if they succeed will I forget I heard anything at all," said Numbuh 362 releasing the room from lockdown mode.
A Teen Hangout
"Well this is cruddy," said Numbuh 88 struggling against the rope.
"That turd is going to pay!" said Numbuh 261 rocking back and forth furiously.
"That isn't going to help. You're going to-," said Numbuh 88 "fall over."
Numbuh 261 fell over onto her side like a sack of candy. She flopped around the floor angrily. She looked like a toddler having a tantrum. Then she stopped her fit of anger and pouted.
"Don't look at me like that, you didn't listen to me," said Numbuh 88 looking away from Numbuh 261's puppy dog eyes.
"Pruwty please with triple delicious chocolate ice-cream and a cherry on top help me get back up," begged Numbuh 261.
"What am I supposed do? I'm tied up too," sighed Numbuh 88.
Numbuh 261 rolled her way over to the corner and inched her way to a sitting positon then pushed her legs back over to Numbuh 88. She spat out her brown hair out of her mouth. She tried to blow her hair out of her face without any luck.
"You are ridiculous," said Numbuh 88.
"Maybe. But right now we need a ridiculous plan to get out of here," said Numbuh 261.
"Have any?" asked Numbuh 88.
"I have one but it's nutty crazy," said Numbuh 261.
"Shoot it."
"We could do that thing we do in gym class where were press our back together to stand up to use it to inch through that vent. We should be able to get out through the vent and if we find something sharp we can cut our way out of the rope."
"Why do they have an uncovered vent anyways?"
"I know right, it seems too easy."
The pair of operatives inched through the opening of the vent. The vent suddenly dropped and they slide down the vent. Numbuh 88 nearly crushed Numbuh 261. She barely managed to inch herself out of his way. However, they were now stuck in a pit in the vent.
"Crud," said Numbuh 261.
"Now what? We are stuck in vent!" said Numbuh 88 "great plan."
"Shut up. Do you want them to know we found the vent while we are still inside of it?"
"Do you happen to have that Swiss Army knife your dad gave you?" asked Numbuh 88.
"It's in my back pocket. Why?"
"Well, maybe if I can reach it we can get out of here," offered Numbuh 88.
"Great idea but how will you do that?" asked Numbuh 261.
They pressed their backs together. Numbuh 88 was able to still slightly move his hands between the lines of rope. He was able to reach into the back pocket of Numbuh 261's shorts. Unnoticed to him Numbuh 261 turned bright red.
"Almost. Almost. Got it!" said Numbuh 88.
He was able to flip it open he cut the lower straps first then the carefully sawed at the together rope around his arms. He was able to free his arms enough to be able to wiggle his way out of the rest of the rope He turned around and cut the rope around Numbuh 261.
"Now what mission guru?" asked Numbuh 261.
"The plans are your department. I only make them work when it goes wrong," smirked Numbuh 88.
"Don't be so smug. I think I can get back up there," said Numbuh 261.
"I'll be here," said Numbuh 88.
Numbuh 261 pressed her back against the wall and curled up with her legs against the other side. She slowly inched her way up the opening. When she got to the top. She pushed her legs straight so her butt ended up on the ledge. She then grabbed the ledge with her hands and pulled herself up.
"Well now what?" asked Numbuh 88.
"Get as high up as possible and I'll grab your hand," said Numbuh 261 "and bring that rope."
Numbuh 88 less gracefully did the same as his friend. He however didn't have the flexibility to pull himself up the way she had. She pulled him up by the back of his shirt.
"Now fallow me. We are going to find where they took our stuff. Then we'll find those no good traitors and then bring them to the Moonbase to be dealt with," said Numbuh 261.
"This is your mission. I'm just fallowing you," said Numbuh 88.
They crawled through the ductwork looking through vents. After a very long time Numbuh 261 saw the glimpse of their backpacks. Numbuh 88 kicked the vent open and they dropped down into the room. They dropped down the several feet to the ground. Numbuh 261 dropped down soundlessly having done a lot of sleuth work. Numbuh 88 made clatter and stumbled into Numbuh 261.
"You need to work on being quite," whispered Numbuh 261 picking up her backpack.
Numbuh 261 pulled out her D.A.R.T. gun and handed him her Y.O.-Y.O.P.E.R., which he gladly took. She took the rope and stuffed into her bag. Numbuh 88 slung his jetpack on his shoulders. Numbuh 261 put on her spy goggles. She lacked the rest of her spy gear but she could make do without.
"Let's go," said Numbuh 261.
The pair stuck through the hallways diving behind doors and piles of trash. Numbuh 261 used her spy goggles to locate her former friends. They armed themselves before storming the room.
"Hold it right there!"
"How did you two get out?" yelled a teen girl, which defiantly wasn't Numbuh 77.
"We're Kids Next Door," said Numbuh 88 firing rapid rounds from the Y.O.-Y.O.P.E.R, which wrapped yo-yos around the other teens.
"You little brats aren't going to ruin this plan," said the teenager activating her armor.
"Ugh, now what?" said Numbuh 88.
"Uh-ugh-RUN!"
Numbuh 261 threw grenade barrettes out from the pocket of jeans. They ran as fast as they could trying to get away from the teen.
"We could just use the jetpack" said Numbuh 88.
"NO! We need the traitors!"
"I have no choice," said Numbuh 261 taking out a silver tiara with pink fuzzy rim.
"Activate GIRL POWER!"
Numbuh 261 now had a pink armored ballet tights and tutu. The tiara became had a Numbuh 261 label on it in glitter. She had on pink ballet slippers. She also had a pink and purple machine gun.
"I've seen all of her crazy inventions now," muttered Numbuh 88.
Numbuh 261 pulled out a glitter glue gun. She cranked the handle on the gun as it rapidly fired glitter glue. The globs of clue hardened and plastered the teen in place. Numbuh 261 squealed excited about how well her invention had worked.
"That thing is affecting your brain," said Numbuh 88.
"No it ain't. Did it ever occur to you guys I am a girl," spat Numbuh 261 angrily.
"You can have your diva moment later. We have a mission," reminded Numbuh 88.
"Relax. They're right here," said Numbuh 261 pushing open a door to her right and lazily firing her gun into the room.
Her former teammates turned to a glitter glue sculpture before they could even grab their own weapons. Numbuh 88 found a hand cart and wheeled Numbuh 77 and Numbuh 432 out the door of the hang-out into a teen tie-die van transporter. Numbuh 88 dumped his former teammates onto the floor then took the pilot seat. Numbuh 261 took off her tiara, along with the armor. She was back in her baseball cap, shorts and t-shirt. She sighed sadly as she watched her former friends carefully in case the glue casing started to crack.
"You don't look too bad in pink you know," said Numbuh 88.
"Shut up and fly."
"Just trying to be nice," said Numbuh 88 holding up his hands for a second.
"HAND ON THE JOYSTICK!"
The van flipped several times in the air as Numbuh 88 tried to figure out how to work it. Numbuh 88 tumbled around along with the glue statues. She muttered several things under her breath once the van was upright again.
"Sooory," said Numbuh 88 sheepishly.
"Whatever, just get us to the Moonbase," said Numbuh 261.
Moonbase
"Come in Moonbase. This is Numbuh 261 requesting permission to land we have prisoners. And please don't shoot the tie-die van," said a voice over the radio.
The radio operator looked over at Numbuh 362, who nodded. She was still angry, but she promised Numbuh 5 she wouldn't just send them into the Decommissioning Chamber if they proved their worth.
"Request granted," said the radio operator.
Nearly the entire Moonbase was watching as the van landed. The back of the van opened first and Numbuh 88 got out of the driver's seat and went into the back of van. CLUNK!
"HEY! YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE!"
"Oh put a sock in it," said Numbuh 261.
"Anything put the sock," said Numbuh 77 trying to hobble away still having her body incrusted in a harden shell of glitter glue.
"I'm not touching him. He's your problem," said Numbuh 261 jumping out of the back.
CRASH!
"Oopps," grinned Numbuh 88.
"STUPID BRAT!" yelled Numbuh 432.
"Shut up! If have to listen to you for another second it's not decommissioning you'll have to worry about," warned Numbuh 261.
"Are you threatening me?" growled Numbuh 432.
"It's not a threat but a promise," snarled Numbuh 261.
"Are you two done acting like children?" asked Numbuh 77.
"I am a child," said Numbuh 261 blowing Numbuh 77 as raspberry.
"I see you are getting along as usual," said Numbuh 5.
"They aren't my team anymore," said Numbuh 261.
"Wait no finger pointing without proof," said Numbuh 362.
"Uh-oh, that wasn't the way to say that," said Numbuh 88 covering Numbuh 261's mouth.
"What Numbuh 261 is try to say just look at the lack of reports by myself and her and its obvious our reports weren't getting here. And they are wearing teen clothes and acting like teens. What more do you need?" said Numbuh 88 letting go of her friend knowing she wasn't going to say something she will forget.
"We need hard proof," said Numbuh 362.
Numbuh 261 tossed over a camera from her bag. Numbuh 362 barely caught it in time.
"That shows them helping the teens invade Sector P and capturing us," said Numbuh 261.
"Alright everyone move along," said Numbuh 1.
Sector V ushered kids away. Sector P didn't need anyone poking their noses into their business. It was time for standard procedures which was boring anyways.
"I got your message. Is there anything you'd like to say Numbuh 261 before we begin the investigation," asked Numbuh 362.
"The message if it was found in the records room was on old version. I've already taken care of the problem. It was for the best for everyone. The invention has been disabled," said Numbuh 261.
"When was this?" asked Numbuh 362.
"A week ago once I knew of how deep the leaks were. It was too dangerous for him," said Numbuh 261 "there are a lot of things that could go wrong."
"I trust your word," said Numbuh 362.
"We are going to go into standard procedures. Numbuh 86 detain Numbuh 77 and Numbuh 342 for the deration of the investigation. I want this van placed in a lockdown room with Numbuh 88 and Numbuh 261. Let them work on this thing so maybe we can use it the future," ordered Numbuh 362.
"Yes, sir!"
Numbuh 88 sat on the floor staring off at the celling, he didn't have any sort of knowledge that would be useful to Numbuh 261. All he had was a yo-yo. The other operatives took their weapons, so they couldn't escape.
Numbuh 261 was on cloud nine. Numbuh 362 had let her keep her backpack since most of the other operatives on the base didn't have clearance to see what was inside, or to snoop around in it. She had no interest in escape because she knew for certain she had done nothing wrong. She was having more fun playing with all the cool new tools they had provide for her so she could tinker with the van. She wasn't a fool when it came to teens. The first thing she checked for was a tracking device, which luckily there was none.
"I KNOW YOU DID IT STOOPID BOY!"
Numbuh 261 jumped while she was looking under the van. She wacked her head against the van. She crawled out rubbing her head.
"Huh?" said Numbuh 261.
"I haven't done nothin'."
"YOU HELPED THEM ESCAPE! I KNOW YOU DID!"
"What are you talkin' about? I haven't left this room," said Numbuh 88.
"He really hasn't," said Numbuh 261.
"THE TEENS ESCAPED AND I JUST KNOW HE DID!"
"Shut up and listen! How could he help them if we are locked in a room," said Numbuh 261.
Numbuh 91, Numbuh 99 and Numbuh 51's mouths hung agape. They had never heard of anyone talking back to Numbuh 86, let alone a girl. None of them could even remember anyone ever standing up to Numbuh 86. Numbuh 88 raised an eyebrow, but wisely kept out of it.
"WHUT DID YOU JUST TELL ME TO DO?"
"The only kid you are foolin' is yourself. Don't think I don't remember," said Numbuh 261.
Numbuh 86 scowled. She often forgot that she had been on a team with Numbuh 261 before she went to Sector P, it had only been for a few short months. There had been issues with that team that wasn't common knowledge. She instantly hated the fact that Numbuh 261 was holding that over her head.
"Numbuh 88 has done nothing wrong. Do you mind leaving us alone?" said Numbuh 261crossing her arms.
"FINE!"
The metal door slimed shut. Numbuh 261 kicked a box of tools with her foot. All that did was make both her head and foot now hurt. She felt like she was going to expolode.
"You didn't have to stand up for me," said Numbuh 88.
"Yes I did. Otherwise you'd be on your way to the decommissioning chamber," said Numbuh 261.
"I don't get why she singled me out," said Numbuh 88 "why she singles out all boys."
"She has her reasons. I can't say I blame her. But she's not even willing to try to change. And that's the sad thing," said Numbuh 261.
She could remember hating boys too after she was reassigned. She was a complete pain in the butt to the male leader at the time. It wasn't until a boy saved her from the Delightful Children From Down The Lane did she actually see how she was being the way she had been treated. She was able to redeem herself with her leader and they were great friends until he was decommissioned. She still missed him. No other leader had lived up to him.
Numbuh 261 went back into the van. She pretended to be working on the van, but she was actually sitting in the back curled up into a ball. She didn't want to fight with Numbuh 86. She just wanted to help her friend, who didn't even see her as friend. She knew she was the only one that could help, but it seemed so impossible to get through to Numbuh 86. She could see that everything that had been said Numbuh 86 was still living despite the fact she'd deny it. Maybe not all of it was just one boy's hurtful words. But Numbuh 261 wouldn't stop until she woke her friend up. But for now she settled for curling into a tight ball and crying silently.
"Numbuh 261!" called Numbuh 88 banging on the backdoor of the van.
"Go away, Numbuh 88. I'm busy."
She leaned over and locked the door before Numbuh 88 could open it. She had spent enough time with him to know how he thought. He didn't always think things through. It would have been smarter to just open the door because now she had the chance to lock the doors.
"Oooh come on!" said Numbuh 88 pulling on the door handle.
She could hear him walking outside of the van. She didn't have time to lock the front doors but she pressed the button that put a metal wall between the back of the van and the front seats. The clunk of his boot hitting the wall echoed in the back of van.
"Numbuh 362 and Numbuh 5 want to see you," said Numbuh 88.
"Leave me alone."
"She won't come out."
"NUMBUH 261 OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW! THAT's AN ORDER!" yelled Numbuh 362.
"I'm the one who has control of the situation," said Numbuh 261 "I don't have to do anything since you never said for certain I'm not being decommissioned."
"You are not being decommissioned. Just open the door," said Numbuh 362.
"Nus, you are just saying that to get me to open the door."
Numbuh 362 face-palmed. Sometimes the smart operatives were just a pain in the butt. Numbuh 261 knew how to get what she wanted and wasn't afraid to do so. The fact was that Numbuh 261 was unpredictable at times. She was a good operative if only she'd focus more and be less stubborn.
"Numbuh 5 got this," said Numbuh 5.
"Go ahead and try," said Numbuh 362 holding her hands up in the air.
"Come on, gurl, let Numbuh 5 in," said Numbuh 5.
The backdoor locked popped. Numbuh 261 reached out and pulled Numbuh 5 in then locked the door once again. Numbuh 5 was a bit startled, but at the same time remained cool.
"Cozy."
"What do you two want?"
"Numbuh 88 and you have been cleared of any suspicions. However, you two need to stay on base until Sector P is secured and until they are sure Numbuh 77 and Numbuh 432 will leave you two be," said Numbuh 5 "if they can't capture them."
"Then we won't ever leave because now they will keep coming back at us," said Numbuh 261.
"That's why Numbuh 362 wants to talk to you. Numbuh 5 came with to help. Numbuh 5 knew you wouldn't listen to Numbuh 362," said Numbuh 5.
Numbuh 5 didn't say anything about the fact that Numbuh 261 had been crying. She couldn't imagine nearly her entire team turning on her in the same day. It was bad enough with Cree. But she knew this wasn't the time to talk. She knew that Numbuh 261 was the type that didn't like all the sappy stuff, most of the time at least.
Numbuh 261 jumped out of the back of the van fallowed by Numbuh 5. She pretended like everything was okay. She told herself that this was the last time she had to pretend. Just one more time. She knew as well as she knew what Numbuh 86 was going through that she would keep pretending.
Numbuh 261 was relieved to see that Numbuh 88 had gone to his temporary living quarters. She didn't want to look weak. She had been the tomboy on the team for so long it felt weird being her normal self.
"Let's go to my office to discuss the options for Sector P," said Numbuh 362, her face softening slightly.
"Alright," sighed Numbuh 261.
END TRANSMISSION
Author's Note:
I know this is insanely long but I wanted to fit it all into one fanfic. I'm not even sure anyone even reads these stories anymore so depending on if I get any views and reviews will depend on if I will write more about Numbuh 261, Numbuh 88 and Sector P. But anyways what did you think? And thanks for reading!