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Codename: Kids Next Door

Operation F.I.N.I.S.H.

Finding

Indecisive

Nigel

Is

Sure

Hard

DISCLAIMER: I do not, nor have I ever, owned the Kids Next Door or its franchise. If I did, this fic would have become an episode.

Chapter 2

"Alright, but you guys are probably gonna wanna sit down, it's a lot to take in at once," Numbuh 539 said, and they all sat together in a corner of the main deck. Since there wasn't many chairs, they all opted to just sit on the floor.

When they were all somewhat comfortable, she asked, "So…where should I start?"

The others shrugged. "I guess when we got decommissioned," Numbuh 5 said.

Numbuh 539 nodded. "Well, I wasn't actually there for the actual decommissionings. On pretty much each of your 13th birthdays, some villain in one part of the world or another just had to be doing something that threatened kid kind, and since I wasn't exactly the leader yet, I just had to be the one they sent out. I tried to change their minds, but they wouldn't have any of it. Numbuh 5's was the only one they let me stay for, since she was Supreme Leader and all…" She glanced over at Numbuh 5, who looked a little uncomfortable about this.

"But they designated me and a few other spies to take you guys home after the decommissionings, so I at least got to see you guys, say goodbye even if you didn't understand who I was. I woulda preferred saying goodbye properly, but, you know, work with what ya got…"

"Well, after Numbuh 5's decommissioning, a lot of operatives freaked out. You hadn't exactly called a tag game beforehand, so no one knew what to do. Not like with Rachel, she tagged you right before they sent her in, so there was no denying you were right for the job." She paused to smile at her, who was also smiling, most likely at the memory of realizing she was the new Supreme Leader. "No one knew what to do, since only the Supreme Leader could call a tag game, and there was none. And no one could convince you afterwards to tag someone, to get a game going, so we were at a loss. No one wanted to break tradition and have a regular operative to call a game, except Numbuh 86; she wanted the position all to herself, and she was willing to go against our ways to do so. Everyone disagreed, but no one could come up with a better solution."

Numbuh 3 gasped. "You don't mean…Fanny's Supreme Leader?!?"

Numbuh 539 shook her head. "No, thank God, she was decommissioned before anyone could agree with her plan. But some of us wonder if it might have been a good idea to just make her leader, even if it was only for a few months, to at least have someone with the job, someone who could start a tag game. But no one agreed, no game was called, and no one got the job." She sighed. "We've been dealing with this problem for two and a half years now. The Kids Next Door still has no Supreme Leader, and the organization is weak without one.

"Speaking of Fanny…" she trailed off, and a moment later they heard the clank of a door opening and closing. In stormed a 14 year old girl with frizzy orange hair and a colander attached to a belt around her waist.

"Numbuh 539, sir!" She saluted her, who stood up and walked over to her.

"At ease. What is it now, I'm kinda in the middle of something here," she said, jerking her head over to the others.

"Sorry sir, just wanted to inform you that Quadrant VI has no intruders, but we're not too sure about Quadrant III, someone swore they saw tracks in the dirt. Do we have permission to check it out?" the girl said in a rush.

Numbuh 539 held her head like she had a headache. "Yeah, yeah, just…send Sector F-H to do it, F-Numbuh 86. Did you check the hospital wing count?"

The girl nodded. "30 f-operatives, 2 spies."

"Crud, that's 5 more than yesterday. Tell F-H to be careful out there, we need as many able-bodied fighters as we can manage."

The girl saluted once more, then ran out of the room. The same clank was heard when the door slammed.

Numbuh 539 sat back down. "Sorry about that, guys."

"That girl looked a lot like Fanny. Are they related or something?" Numbuh 4 asked. The rest of them just stared at him.

"Ugh, that WAS Fanny, dude," Numbuh 2 told him, the rest of them nodding.

"Nuh uh! Lexi said "F-Numbuh 86", but Fanny's numbuh was just 86!" Numbuh 4 countered, looking to Numbuh 539 for support.

"Yeah, I noticed that too. What's with the 'f'?" Numbuh 5 asked.

"The 'f' stands for former. We weren't sure if anyone's numbuhs would be used again in the KND, since there are only so many numbers kids can count to. So when I recommission someone, I stick the 'f' before the 'numbuh' so we don't get confused," she told them. "The same thing goes for sectors. For example, I sent Sector F-J to find you guys, which just means I sent out the former Sector J from Jamaica."

"So does that mean I'd be F-Numbuh 3?" Numbuh 3 asked. Numbuh 539 nodded.

Numbuh 2 had his chance to be confused. "But wait a minute; wouldn't that make you F-Numbuh 539?"

"Technically no, since I was never decommissioned in the first place. But it someone else does take my numbuh, I'll add the 'f', for everyone else's sake."

"You know," she said, smirking, "I don't even remember where I was in the story anymore. I think this job's messin' with my memory."

"I think you were at the part where the KND has no Supreme Leader," Numbuh 2 pointed out.

"Oh, okay, I remember now. Well, without a Supreme Leader the KND is weaker than it's ever been, and Father picked up on it a few months ago."

"Wait, Father's still around? Isn't he like a bajillion years old by now?" Numbuh 4 interrupted, scratching his head in confusion.

"Well, not that old, but yeah, we thought we'd seen the last of him years ago. We're also confused why it would take him so long to notice the KND was leaderless. But I'm getting sidetracked. Anyways, Father is as powerful as he ever was, even more so after he and The Steve made a treaty with one another. See, The Steve refused to let Father use a good chunk of his fighters because he knew Father was just using him, and would overpower him eventually. So Father agreed that in return for getting to use all of the fighters, the teens would get unlimited soda from his Ice Cream Men henchmen. Turns out they got sick of the brain freezes, and switched to soda.

"But now that Father has total control, he's been attacking here," she gestured to the Moon Base, "and all the other tree houses on Earth, trying to weaken them even more. Without anyone running the show, the organization had no plan to counterattack. Most of them fled to whatever place wasn't occupied by Father's troops.

"We Spies were getting sick of running, and we wanted to put an end to it, before the KND ceased to exist. So I created the Teens Next Door, as a defense organization against Father. We've been searching for decommissioned operatives all over the world, brought them here, and recommissioned them with the module. And after explaining the whole situation, like I am with you guys now, they wanted to do whatever they could to help, and we sent them out to fight. You guys are actually the last sector from the 7th Age we found."

"So…we're the last ones?" Numbuh 3 asked sadly.

"I'm afraid so. We wanted to expand to the other ages, but most were much too old, and wouldn't be able to fight anyways. We mostly recruited our own generation of kids, so everyone in the TND are, in fact, teenagers. No adults whatsoever, we knew they couldn't help us, especially after we found out about the virus…

Numbuh 539 sighed. "You guys can already see it; I'm succumbing to the disease myself." She looked down at herself; she was much taller than she was when she was a regular Spy, her hair had grown longer, and most of her disguises didn't fit anymore. "I don't have much time, and I expect this final battle will probably be my last," she said sadly.

Everyone looked down at their feet, both mourning over what would soon happen to her, and those who had already gone through with the horrible disease.

Numbuh 2 jerked his head up suddenly. "Wait, you said 'final battle'? What's that?"

The others looked up as well. "Father formally called war on us last week, though we considered these last few months war time anyways. Based on reports from the other Spies, we've concluded that Father is planning to completely obliterate the Moon Base with some device he's created, but wants to send in Teen Ninjas first to get tech schematics and some followers, if he can find any. It's our last chance to stop him. We were rushing to find you guys the last few days after we found out his plan; we wanted to find as many past operatives as we could, and you guys were the only one of the age not recommissioned yet. Although, it wasn't exactly the easiest task."

The others nodded understandingly. Everyone had been scattered throughout the world; Kuki and Wally in Japan and Australia (respectively) and Abby and Hoagie in France and the states (also respectively).

"Hold up a minute, you keep talking like the 7th Age doesn't exist anymore. Why?" Numbuh 5 suddenly asked.

Numbuh 539 shrugged. "After you left and the chaos of the Supreme Leader problem, the other high rank officials and I decided the 7th Age wasn't being continued without a leader, so we declared it over. Since we're in war time, we're calling it War Time Age II. The first one was back during Numbuh Zero's fight against Grandfather. If we win this war, and if we ever get a new Supreme Leader, we'll start up with the 8th Age."

They all sat in silence for a moment, not really sure what to say next. Numbuh 539 seemed to be holding something back, and Numbuh 3 noticed this.

"Is there…something else? Something you're not telling us?" she asked timidly.

Numbuh 539 smiled a bit. "More observant now, are we?" Her face fell again. "Yeah, actually there is. There's a different reason we wanted to get you guys right now. We're kinda…missing someone. Someone we've been searching for pretty much this whole time, and we figured you guys might know where he is. The rest of us are completely stumped.

"What I'm trying to say is…do any of you have any clue where Nigel Uno is?"