A/N: You officially have my permission to destroy my maliciously.

If I don't do it first.

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Kids Next Door Mission...

Operation: F.O.R.G.E.T.

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Chapter 40 – Two More for the Team

Kuki, Rachel, Fanny and Patton were walking, awkwardly, not speaking. The latter two still with no clue in the least as to what was going on.

They thought about saying something. They opened their mouths, but found all words swept away by all-swallowing silence.

And so they simply followed the blonde and the raven-haired girl, who walked with purpose, faces serious, obviously concerned about something that neither of the other two knew.

Finally, they found themselves turning into an old street, abandoned, nothing interesting.

Fanny raised an eyebrow.

'Alright, then, that's enough mysterious silence,' she said finally. 'Answers. Now.'

Kuki and Rachel looked at each other for a while, before nodding in unison and turning to face the girl and boy next to them.

'Guys, this is going to sound crazy. Like, mental institute crazy. But hear us out, okay?' Rachel begged.

Confused, almost suspicious faces met the comment.

Sucking in a deep breath through her teeth, Kuki continued;

'I'm going to take a guess here and say that neither of you remember much about your childhood. Is that right?'

Patton almost spoke, but saw no sense in retaliation against something he did not understand, and so simply looked down and nodded.

'What do you guys have to do with our childhood?' Fanny questioned, sick of being so completely lost.

'Well, we know why you don't remember, and we also know what you don't remember.'

...

'Please explain.'

It was not a suggestion. It was a command.

'You were part of a sort of organisation before you turned thir...' Rachel trailed off, before seeming to contemplate something, and nodding to herself.

'Look, we don't have time for explainations right now, so let's just get this over with, shall we?'

That was when the jack-in-the-box doohickey was pulled out.

Kuki and Rachel both winced, as they pointed the device towards their friends.

The beam was fired before either one of them could protest.

~(*)~

Numbuh 1 was crouched, low, underneath a dense bush in someone's front yard. He had his eyes narrowed, focussed, breath steady and prepared.

After he, along with Numbuh 2, Numbuh 4 and Numbuh 5, had stocked up on weapons and landed their aircraft back at the Treehouse, they had split up, and started the task of picking off each one of Dr. Colter's spies and villains, who roamed the neighbourhoods in search of solitary operatives.

Nigel had the buisiness end of a laser gun trained intently on a teen ninja, somewhere halfway down the street.

He held off fire, waiting for a moment he could be sure that the teenager would not move.

After a few seconds, there was a 'ding' noise, one that Numbuh 1 recognised as a text alert, and the villain pulled her phone out of her back pocket.

Now.

The trigger was pulled, and hit dead on. Nigel was up and running in seconds. With smooth, experienced movements, he stuck the lazer gun back into its strap and brought out another weapon. With its fire came a large, thick net that smothered the shocked teen.

'I'm sorry, but you'll have to wait a while before you'll be able to answer that text,' Nigel remarked, smirking down at the scowling figure.

'But now what?' he thought to himself. There were no operatives around to take the captured to the Arctic Prison, or to anywhere, for that matter.

For several minutes he stood, thinking, completely unable to think of how to deal with the captured spy that was still struggling against the net.

Finally, he shrugged.

'Guess you'll just have to come with me.'

With Numbuh 1's assistance, the girl was able to stand, but not to fight. The net was too heavy.

He ended up at the bike rack of Gallagher Elementary, out the back of the school near the playground.

Much to his surprise, Wally was there as well, with a very disgruntled Count Spankulot handcuffed to the bike rack.

'Ah see ya've got tha same idea,' he smirked, as Nigel fastened one end of a chain to the teen, and the other to the sturdy metal rack.

'Great minds think alike, right?

With that, the two shared a smirk, before splitting up again to continue the job.

~(*)~

'Do you think they're alright?'

The voice was distant. Blurry.

'Sh! She's waking up!'

Fanny opened her eyes, feeling groggy and overworked.

When she came to her senses, she found herself lying on the sidewalk, somewhere she wasn't sure of, looking up at Kuki and Rachel.

Funny, she thought to herself, her head looks kinda bare without her helmet...

Hang on.

'N-Numbuh 362? Numbuh 3?' Numbuh 86 spoke groggily as she sat up, holding her head.

The two girls sitting above her cheered and high-fived, before helping Fanny to her feet.

'Jeez, this is weird... Why exactly do I remember everything? Is there something wrong?' She asked.

'We'll explain later,' Kuki said.

However, Patton was still out cold.

Numbuhs 3 and 362 each opened their mouths to say something, but Fanny just held up a hand, stopping them, assuring them that she knew how to handle this.

She sat back down on the concrete. Waving a hand in front of his eyes, she got no response, and so, with almost a smirk covering her face, she got right down until she was level with Patton's ear.

She then proceeded to take a deep breath, and;

'WAKE UP, YA STUPID LAZY BOY!'

...Yell at the top of her lungs.

Patton shot up, jumping nearly out of his skin, and giving the two others, as well as Numbuh 86, something to laugh at.

'How many times have I told you not to do that, 86?'

It took the boy a few more seconds to cotton on to what had happened.

'Wait...'

He stood up.

'Numbuh 3? Numbuh 362? Numbuh 86?'

He seemed particularly shocked at the latter.

Then again, he had a good reason, considering the whole "mortal enemies turned teenage couple" thing.

...

'So, are you gonna tell us why we're back, or what?'

'Oh! Oh, right! Of course!'

~(*)~

The younger Sector V were still trapped in Father's dungeon, still cold, still hopefully awaiting rescue. They had contacted Robert's group, and apparently they had gone to get help of some kind. That reassured them slightly, but still, they were all on edge.

It was even painful for them to be stuck in there emotionally, unable to help their friends and comrades fight the battle they so longed to be a part of.

'Well, this sucks,' Numbuh 505 droned.

There was a following chorus of 'mm's and depressed 'yup's from the rest of the team.

'Isn't there any way we can get out of here?' Jake begged for the tenth time.

'Not unless you've got a chainsaw or a jackhammer handy.' That from Joey.

'Wait, guys, shut up! I think I hear something!' Numbuh 303 hissed, her ear pressed up against the cold metal door of the cell.

'What is it?' Numbuh 202 asked, hurrying to join his teammate at the door.

Seconds later, they were all there, straining their ears for any sign of noise from the corridor outside.

And sure enough, there was the faint sound of a serious conversation coming from the other side of the steel blockade.

'I am planning to take care of those troublesome teenage operatives this very evening, in fact.' Colter's voice sounded solemn, and yet eager.

'Yes. Good. You will see to it that the five of them are no longer a threat to the operation. How are you planning to carry that task out?' That chilling voice that all of them hated, that voice was the reason that they were in the dungeon.

'I will attack them where they least expect it,' Colter explained confidently.

The four children, breath caught in their throats, held on to every syllable being spoken.

'And where exactly is that?'

'Their Moonbase.'

There was an audible collective gasp from the kids.

Moonbase.

How would Colter even get into Moonbase?

They didn't know, but they also didn't doubt his ability to weasel a way into their HQ.

There was the sound of echoing footsteps, fading down the hall, signalling that the rend des vous was over.

'Wow...' Was all Numbuh 404 could utter.

'We gotta tell the others about this, guys!' Fern urged.

But they were beated to it.

The makeshift communicator that Numbuh 202 had put together from salvaged broken 2X4 technology began buzzing, giving the four of the kids a jolt.

Olivia answered it, and they gathered around the reciever to hear the message.

'Guys! We have good news!' Came Numbuh 263's voice, sounding upbeat, for the first time in a while. 'We have assembled a group to infiltrate the Delightful Mansion and bust you guys outta there!'

A chorus of cheers arose.

'They're already on their way, and should be there within fifteen minutes.' Numbuh 121 added cheerfully.

'We also have some news,' Numbuh 505 spoke up.

'Really? What is it?'

' Colter says he's gonna launch his final attack on the Moonbase.'

Though she finished her sentence, it was apparent that the two operatives on the other end of the line did not catch it.

'Sorry?...that?...think...breaking..up!' Robert's voice came through, broken and laced with static.

'Robert! Can you hear us?' Joey called into the microphone.

'Not...Line...interupted...call...back?'

And with that, the connection went dead, and the communicator hissed and sparked with malfunction.

The four of them looked around at each other, unsure of what to do now.

'Well, at least now we know help is on the way.' Numbuh 303 said, smiling slightly.

'Yeah. But what do you think Numbuh 263 meant by "got a team together"?'

That earned shrugs all around.

'Guess we'll just have to wait and see.' Joey relented, sitting back down on the hard concrete floor.

~(*)~

'Alright, guys. We have been given a search and rescue mission. We are to infiltrate the Delightful Mansion, locate the captured operatives and break them out, all without being caught.'

Rachel stood in front of Kuki, Patton and Fanny, who were lined up and standing at attention, ready to begin their task.

After checking in with Numbuhs 121 and 263, they had made their way back to Sector V's Treehouse, to stock up for the task ahead of them.

'Now, two of you are way out of practice, and have only just been made aware of the situation we are in, but- I still expect you to be functioning at your very best. Are we ready?'

'Yes, sir!' The three of them said firmly.

'What was that?'

'Yes, sir!'

'Right! Let's move out team!'

Fanny felt great. Sure, recommissioning left you with a bit of a headache, but that didn't take anything away from how amazing it felt to be part of the KND again.

Patton felt it too. He had always had a military spirit in him, it had been drilled into his makings ever since he was little, and being back, working for the KND, well, he felt it stronger than ever.

Of course, the remembering of his and Fanny's childhood rivalry had spurred a few spats, but admittedly, when mixed in to their current relationship status, they were more playful, less serious, and almost affectionate in nature.

'Try not to fall behind, mr. Drill sergeant!' Numbuh 86 called back to the boy, selecting a SPICER from the weapons rack and boarding the SCAMPER.

'Just so long as you promise not to screw up, Fanny-pants!'

Numbuh 3 and Numbuh 362 climbed aboard the craft, closed the doors, and riled up the engine.

Numbuh 86 smiled to herself as they began to rise out of the Treehouse aircraft hanger.

Here we go.

~(*)~

A/N: You may begin beating me up.

-Numbuh 25