Slightly inspired by the Hunger Games franchise.
Disclaimer: I don't own the show or characters.
They were unprepared for the strike from Father nor did they really have any indication of how many teen ninjas were at his disposal. Nigel still blamed himself for not digging deeper with the rest of the TND. That was their job after all; espionage and undercover work. In a blink of an eye, they lost a quarter of their treehouses. The legendary Sector V now dubbed Sector TV for Teen V worked nonstop to coordinate with the nearby KND Sectors V and W.
Numbuh 5's sister Cree led an assault personally on them but what was unexpected was Father transmitting a signal that deployed brainwashing to all the teen ninjas by the chip in their neck. The chip gave them enhanced strength, durability, speed, and aggression. Their animalistic tendencies increased tenfold. All three sectors were overrun, and Cree, who didn't have the chip implanted, stared in horror as her teammates turned into ruthless soldiers who showed no remorse. She made sure her sister's sector went into the last available escape pod before hitting the treehouse self-destruct. From then on Numbuh 5 swore to fight in the name of her sister.
Knowing that Father was going to go after Moonbase she ordered a full evacuation of sensitive information. It was Numbuh 1 who came up with the idea for a complete underground base. Housing underneath the Cleveland City Landfill, it's where the remaining operatives live and fight. Numbuh 86 has been leading a team to recommission as many past KND operatives as they can before Father forces them into his army.
"Status report, Numbuh 495."
"Father has struck down KND Sector U as well as TND Sector TB."
"Any survivors?" Numbuh 1 asked.
The younger operative shook his head. "No sir."
The leader sighed, crossing out the two treehouses on the map in front of him.
"That'll be all Numbuh 495. Dismissed."
He saluted before leaving the room.
The operatives that were in chairs surrounding Numbuh 1 were silent.
It was the sector's second in command that broke the quiet. "We're losing too many. It's just going to be a matter of time before Father finds this place as well."
Nigel leaned heavily against the large oak desk in front of him. "I know Numbuh 5 but we just don't have the manpower for a full frontal assault on the mansion."
"Not with those cruddy M.U.T.T.S. he has guarding the entire place." Numbuh 4 scoffed.
Numbuh 3 frowned, "Come on Wally do you have to call them M.U.T.T.S.?"
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Wally stretched an arm out to rest on the back of her chair. "They're rabid beasts I tell ya, ain't no savin em and hafta be put down like mutts."
"We're talking over half the teen population with those activation chips in their necks." Numbuh 2 rubs the back of his head. "We can't just leave them like that."
Numbuh 362 thumbed through other reports that were sitting in front of her. "It gets worse than that if intel is correct and Father plans on injecting chips into the middle school and elementary school."
Numbuh 4 smashed his fist into his palm. "I'll kill im if he thinks he can just stick my brutha with one."
The operatives with younger siblings not involved with the organization were taken to reeducation camps with other younger kids. Father turned the schools into propaganda machines.
"We're running low on supplies as is. Numbuh 4 I want you to lead a group of 4 for a resupply only. Do not engage the enemy."
"Yeah, yeah, I got it."
"Everyone is dismissed."
They all saluted before making their way to the barracks.
Numbuh 3 skipped in front of him, "Can I please come with you on the mission Wally?"
"Oi come on Kuki, it's just a cruddy resupply." He huffed.
"Pleeeease it's been so so long since I've been up there." She pouted her bottom lip and held his hand.
"Kooks..."
She cupped both of his cheeks and pressed a kiss onto his unsuspected lips.
"Alright, you can cruddy come along."
She giggled kissing his nose this time.
"You're lucky you're cute." He grumbled.
He picked out Numbuhs' 639, 201, and 59.2 to bring along. Numbuh 201 has never been on a real mission yet since graduating from cadet training.
They suited up into their mission gear in the hangar. The official color of the KND was grey which starkly contrasted with the dark red Father had his troops wear. Wally double-checked the load on his laser rifle. Gone were the days of using S.P.L.A.N.K.E.R.s and G.U.M.Z.O.O.K.A.s, they needed more powerful weapons and ones that if necessary can take out someone for good. The flat battery packs that are needed to charge the laser rifle were on a bandolier for him to string across his chest.
Numbuh 2 of course led the remaining 2x4 technicians into creating strong enough rifles and pistols by reengineering S.C.A.M.P.P. rifles. The S.P.L.A.N.K.E.R.s now have a more powerful motor for close combat hits that will surely knock someone out and the G.U.M.Z.O.O.K.A.s now shoot harder projectiles at a higher velocity than before.
Numbuh 201 paced back and forth, triple and quadruple checking her weapon.
"Chill Numbuh 201. It's a supply mission. They're one of the least dangerous ones." Numbuh 59.2 nudged her back.
Numbuh 639 wrapped an arm around her to bring her to sit beside him. "There's a reason every rookie's first mission is a resupply. We won't even face combat out there." The older teen reassured her.
"Really?"
Numbuh 59.2 came up to her other side, putting his hand up to his mouth like he was about to tell her a secret. "Our squad leader is Numbuh 4 from the legendary Sector V. He's one of the best combatants in the entire organization and he's bringing along Numbuh 3, one of the best medics on the field and diversionary experts."
Numbuh 201 glanced over at the two most veteran operatives. Wally was tightening Kuki's double holsters to her thighs. The heavy metal door decompressed, sliding open to reveal Numbuh 65.3.
"Gather around everyone for debriefing."
He held out a crudely drawn map. "Reconnaissance team scouted an abandoned teen outpost about 5 klicks south from the base."
"How sure are we that it's abandoned?" Numbuh 3 asked.
"Father moved the teen soldiers stationed there because he needed reinforcements near the school from that small uprising three weeks ago. They haven't returned to this post since." Numbuh 65.3 reassured.
Numbuh 4 whistled sharply, gesturing with a quick tilt of his head at Numbuh 201. She walked slowly over to him and he stuffed the map into the backpack she was carrying. "Let's get a move on then."
Numbuh 65.3 handed him two earpieces for communication. He gave the other one to Numbuh 3 before sticking it in his ear.
Once Numbuh 65.3 was safely behind the metal doors, they took their place underneath the ladders leading to the large secured hatch. Numbuh 4 went up first, crouching in the trash to scope out the area. He gave the signal for the others to come up as well.
"Numbuh 4 copy. Are you receiving transmission? Over."
He fought off a smirk at hearing the stern British accent. He raised a finger over his earpiece, "Copy Numbuh 1. I'm receiving you loud and annoyingly clear. Over."
"Numbuh 3 do you copy? Over."
Kuki giggled, "Copy Numbuh 1. You sound funny. Over."
Wally could hear his sigh.
"Once you're outside the landfill, we will be going radio silent until you enter the outpost. Over and out."
Numbuh 4 motioned for the rest of the squad to surround him. "There shouldn't be any patrols around this time as it's still school hours but I want everyone to still be on guard. We're in enemy territory now."
They kept in line behind him. Wally held his rifle in both of his gloved hands a finger always near the trigger. They were out of the landfill and heading toward a more suburban area. Several houses were reduced to rubble from the previous fighting. While not all of the adults supported Father they were too scared to disobey him when he took over. They kept out of the main street.
Numbuh 639 checked the map he held. "Door to the outpost should be a little west of us."
They came upon a wooded area.
"We're at the place but I ain't seein no cruddy door." Numbuh 4 huffed.
Numbuh 3 bent down to move a rock over, "That's because it's probably hidden silly."
Numbuh 59.2 nodded in agreement, "Numbuh 3's right. They would've hidden it like ours."
"Alright, spread out and start lookin for the damn thing." The squad leader ordered.
They searched around the area. Numbuh 201 knocked on a tree and heard a hallowed sound.
"Guys! I think I found it."
The others hurried to her location. "Nice one Rookie." Numbuh 65.3 commented.
Numbuh 639 knocked on it again. "Yep, that's gotta be it." He grunted trying to pull on it. "It—won't—budge."
Wally handed his rifle over and rubbed his hands together. Tapping into his strength and bracing a foot against part of the tree, the door creaked mightily before giving away.
It was almost pitch black inside except for the glow of some red from the emergency lights.
"Numbuh 1 we are inside." Numbuh 3 radioed in.
"Roger that Numbuh 3, stay alert."
They made it into what appeared to be the main room. A clanking sound had all the members point their weapons into the darkness. It sounded like something was rolling toward them. The object shot out sparks casting light into the black room.
The squad realized it was a flare that had been thrown out. Slowly lifting their heads, they saw out of the shadows appeared Father's ninjas.
"AMBUSH!" Wally yelled, throwing up the nearest piece of furniture for a blockade.
The Ninjas began to fire. They outnumbered them 2 to 1.
"NUMBUH 1 IT'S AN AMBUSH! WE ARE PINNED DOWN! I REPEAT PINNED DOWN!"
With everything they got the operatives returned fire.
"NUMBUH 1 IT'S AN AMBUSH! WE ARE PINNED DOWN! I REPEAT PINNED DOWN!"
Numbuh 1 leapt out of his seat. He asked one operative if they can get them a visual of what was happening with one of the drones. He pushed the com announcement button. "Any available ground operatives report to the command center immediately."
A few tactical ground operatives entered as fast as they could. Numbuh 1 surveyed his options.
"Numbuhs 60, 88, 36, 221 and 0.003. Secure the outpost and bring the supply team home!"
Patton was of course the squad leader. He saluted quickly before forcing the others to run down to the hangar.
"Numbuh 4 reinforcements are on the way hang in there!"
He heard no response back except for the echoing of gunfire and heavy breathing.
"Numbuh 1 we have a visual!" Numbuh 45.8 set up the monitor.
Coming down from the North, they could see more Ninjas heading toward the outpost. The other operatives working around the computers gasped.
Numbuh 1's mouth was set in a grim line. "This was a planned trap from the start. They somehow were monitoring our movements knowing we would return for supplies."
"Numbuh 1! What's going on here?" Numbuh 362 made it to the main deck.
"The supply mission Numbuh 4 was leading has been ambushed. Father has sent heavy reinforcements."
"Did you already send an extraction team?"
He nodded. "Though I fear they might not make it in time."
Numbuh 4 could barely hear Numbuh 1 through his coms. He tightened his resolve knowing that a team was coming their way.
"We have an extraction team coming! Hold on a little longer."
Numbuh 201 pushed her back hard against her only cover. She lost feeling in her fingers from gripping her weapon tightly to her chest. Her knees were hunched over her body as well. Her teammates around her continued to return fire.
"Come on Numbuh 201! Snap out of it!" Numbuh 65.3 yelled. His face invaded her personal space. The ringing in her ears slowly subsided to make out the words he was telling her. "You're going to be fine! We need help laying cover fire! Can you do that for me?"
She found herself nodding. Numbuh 65.3 squeezed her hand in reassurance before duck-walking over to Numbuh 3. Numbuh 201 breathed in deeply, inching her head out slightly to see the other side of her barricade. A shot nicked the corner near her eye. Yelping, she scooted farther in. She blindly returned fire around the corner without seeing where she was aiming.
Numbuh 639 reached into his pocket to pull out a spherical object.
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Ripping off the top, he chucked it over. A blast came a few seconds later. Ninjas that were caught in it were now trapped in thick sticky jelly. "Numbuh 4! They're trying to circle us!"
"We can't let them block off the exit!"
Numbuh 201 peeked out again to only see a ninja charging at her side. Numbuh 4 intercepted him by flipping him over his shoulder with his forearm into his belly.
"We have to move back!" Numbuh 3 called.
They were losing ground and ninjas crept up along the edges of the barricade they built.
"Numbuh 4 this is the extraction team! Over!"
"Numbuh 60?"
"Roger that. We cannot reach you inside the base. We set up an extraction perimeter 1 klick from your location. Over."
"I'll see what we can do. Over and out."
He motioned over to Numbuh 639. "How many J.E.L.Y.B.L.A. do you got left?"
"Four."
He smirked, "Perfect."
"Numbuh 3, lead the rest of the team to the exit. I'll provide cover for our escape. Numbuh 60 is waiting with a squad to get us out of here."
"Are you sure you'll be okay?"
He nodded, "Don't worry I'll be right behind you."
Numbuh 3 pressed a kiss to his cheek and Numbuh 639 handed him the remaining J.E.L.Y.B.L.A. .
The rest of them huddled together, making sure to pick off the closest ninjas and those trying to surround the outer edges. Numbuh 4 unleashed another blast. She took that as her cue to get the squad out.
"They're heading to escape!" Someone cried out.
Some ninjas tried to run forward but were impeded by Numbuh 4's steady stream of laser bullets. He watched as the rest of the team was able to disappear from the main area. He threw another one to cover his own escape through the door.
The hallway remained black with only the red emergency lights. He could hear the thudding of boots fighting through the jelly. He's saving the remaining two, hoping to trap them inside the outpost. Shots rang out now trying to get to him. Numbuh 4 kicked open the last hidden door covering it with jelly as the first ninja made an appearance. Laughing, he saluted them with two fingers, spinning on his back foot to now meet up at the extraction point.
Growling. It sounded like it was echoing through the forest. He sped up to a jog but he didn't want to give away his location. Swatting away the leaves in his face, he could just make out a small enough clearing. There it was almost camouflaged was the S.C.A.M.P.E.R.
Slightly up ahead, he finally made out the rest of his squad. A jolt from behind startled him. Grunting he landed on his back as he sprayed his laser rifle wildly behind him. The noise alerted his side and the ninjas. Wally failed to realize just how close Father's forces really were to their position.
It was a ninja that hit him from behind which he must've taken out unconsciously. With a mighty growl, something large jumped out at him. This ninja was snarling and foaming out of his mouth. His eyes were bloodshot with his vessels prominently showing under his eyes. It was one of the M.U.T.T.S.
Numbuh 4 wasted no time in firing his rifle. M.U.T.T.S. were more durable and took more firepower to take them down. He was able to knock one back into the brush. More ninjas made themselves known and he had no choice but to turn tail and run into the clearing.
Just about everyone had boarded the ship except for Numbuh 3 and Numbuh 60. They were obviously waiting on him.
"Wally!"
"Go! Go!" Numbuh 4 waved with his other arm emphatically. Another M.U.T.T. took him to the ground from behind. His rifle skidded several feet away. Numbuh 60 laid down some cover fire as more ninjas came into the clearing.
"Numbuh 60 you have to leave now! Satellite is picking up Father's forces surrounding you." Numbuh 1's voice cracked urgently through his earpiece. Numbuh 60 motioned to Numbuh 221 who piloting to start the engines.
Numbuh 4 twisted around just in time to stop its jaws from coming at his face. A laser shot almost straight between the eyes got the mutated beast off of him. He tilted his chin up to see Numbuh 3 firing with her pistols.
He was still several yards away from the ship. Noticing the increasing amounts of ninjas coming, he yelled. The nearest ninja to him was startled. He tackled him to the ground, beating him with his bare fists until he was out. Another ninja shoved him off. They wrestled around until Numbuh 4 was able to take his back and choke him out.
"Numbuh 60!"
"Wally we have to go!" Patton shouted.
"Then what are you waiting for?! Get the fuck out of 're!" Wally screamed back at him as he took out another ninja with a single punch.
"What! Wally no!" Kuki pleaded.
"Go Kuki!"
Distracted, he absorbed a punch to his chin. He dug his shoulder into the ninja's midsection to get him to the ground. Meanwhile, he was receiving punches and elbows into his own body.
"Patton! Take 'er!" Wally groaned, receiving another shot.
More ninjas swarmed the area. Patton seeing no other choice, bearhugged Kuki to drag her onto the S.C.A.M.P.E.R.
"Wally! WALLY!"
Being preoccupied with the ninja he was sitting on, he failed to see one come up beside him to knock him on his back. The blow to his head had him slightly disoriented. He could hear Kuki screaming his name. A boot kicked his ribs, then another, and then another. A lucky one smashed his nose in. Blood spurted out instantly. The ninjas tried to fire at the S.C.A.M.P.E.R. but it was now out of range. His eyes met the sole of another boot mercifully knocking him unconscious.
Patton left Kuki sitting on the closest seat. Her eyes were partially glazed over, not staring at anything.
"Numbuh 60, come in."
"Hear you loud and clear Numbuh 1."
"Did everyone make it on board?"
He sighed heavily into his comm, his eyes flicking to Kuki. "Numbuh 4 didn't make it sir. We lost Wally."
"Numbuh 4 didn't make it sir. We lost Wally."
Nigel's legs all but collapsed underneath him. Thankfully his chair was there to catch him.
"Numbuh 1 what is it?" Numbuh 5 asked.
While sending out the extraction team Numbuh's 5 and 2 heard about the situation and decided to stay at the control center to help Numbuh 1 monitor the situation.
Her hand reached out to shake his shoulder. "Nigel?"
"We lost Wally."
"What?" Numbuh 2's shocked voice caused the other members to wince.
"He stayed behind to hold off the ninjas so the others could escape."
"They don't know if he's dead. They didn't actually see him die." Numbuh 2 pointed out.
Numbuh 1 folded his hands in front of his face. "Hoagie, we have to wait until Numbuh 60 returns with a full report of what happened."
Numbah 2 shook his head in disbelief.
Numbah 1 took off his sunglasses, passing a palm over his face. His naked eyes glancing over the screens. He noticed the one camera feed was just the tree tops. His eyebrows rose and he jumped up from his chair to the control panel.
"What are you doing Nigel?" Numbah 5 questioned.
He pushed some buttons to enlarge the one monitor and grabbed a modified joystick. "Wally wouldn't give up on us and we're not going to give up on him either."
"Nigel…"
"No Abby! I'm not quitting on him!"
The joystick controlled a smaller drone which he rewired to control manually. He stayed hidden in the trees to not draw attention. "Come on Wally…where are you…" He muttered.
The two others watched in rapt attention. Numbah 2 pointed to the bottom left corner. "There! Look!"
Nigel swiveled the camera over. There was a group of Ninjas marching in single file. A M.U.T.T. took up the rear, he appeared to be carrying something over his shoulder. Zooming closer, they saw it was Wally.
"Oh god," Numbah 2ks voice raised, "He's dead!"
Numbah 5 hit him in the back of the head. "No fool! Look they have his hands tied. They've taken our boy prisoner."
Nigel continued to follow. Once he no longer had the trees for cover, he was forced to use altitude. They continued to walk on foot for a little while. Soon they reached one of their own checkpoints and they received a ride. Numbah 1 tried his best to keep up with the weaving vehicle.
Numbah 2 frowned slightly, a memory tickled his brain. Something about this was familiar to him. He paid attention to the remaining street signs. His hands smoothed over the map of the city. His finger traced the path he saw Father's forces take. He paused at a certain destination. "The high school." His voice had the other two turning around. "That's where they're taking him."
The high school was one of the first places Father took over as soon as he maintained power. Rumor has it, that it first served as a brainwashing facility, then where they implanted the M.U.T.T. chips. In general, it was a place you didn't want to be caught in if you were a teenager.
The door banged open with a winded Numbah 363 trying to catch his breath. "The extraction team is back."
They rushed down to the hangar to greet them. Numbah 60 had a hold of Numbah 3, practically shielding her from everyone else. He nodded his head to his superiors. "Sir."
Numbah 3 stared listlessly at the floor. Patton was guiding her to the others. She raised her head slowly, meeting her friends. Her bottom lip quivered, and a sob escaped her throat. She slammed into Nigel. He regained his footing and wrapped his arms around her.
"Numbahs 60 and 3 are with us." His eyes rested on the other operatives. "The rest of you get cleaned up."
They saluted half-heartedly before leaving.
Numbah 1 cradled her in his arms, his fingers smoothing the back of her head. "It's going to be okay Kuki."
They got some privacy up in the office. Patton filled them in on what happened and Nigel told them what they found. Kuki had stopped sobbing but tears still leaked from her eyes. Hoagie kept an arm around her shoulders.
"We can get him back. We will get him back." Nigel determined.
"We have no Intel of the high school." Numbah 86 stated. Her and Numbah 362 came into the office after Nigel asked Numbah 363 to fetch his sister. "You'd be going in completely blind."
"Then we kill two birds with one stone." Numbah 5 crossed her arms. "We rescue Numbah 4 and get Intel on what Father is doing in there."
Numbah 362 sighed, "And who are you planning on sending in?"
"Just us. Numbah 4 is our teammate and it's going to be our team that gets him out."
"Signal has been established. Numbah 1 can hear me? Over."
"Affirmative Numbah 362. Over."
"Numbah 42 sent the old schematics of the high school. Hopefully, Father hasn't changed it too much. Numbah 2 should receive it on his HUD now. Over."
Numbah 2 gave a thumbs-up. "Successfully received. We will be going dark once inside. Over."
"Copy."
The four of them huddled along the siding of an abandoned house. It was the first time the original Sector V were out on a ground mission together. The last time was before Father gained power. It was agreed upon that all of them together would be too much of a target and they didn't want to lose all five of their leaders in one swoop.
Numbah 3 was in a state of cold fury. Gone were the days she would fly into a blind rage all at once, instead it tempered into something cold and calculated.
"Alright team. We want to get in and out as fast and quiet as possible. Our priority is Numbah 4." Numbah 1 went over the plan one more time.
They stuck to side streets and cut through yards. They knew that they had to avoid some patrols on the main roads. On the outside, it looked exactly like the high school they used to attend but they knew on the inside it was crawling with ninjas. There were guards posted at all the entrances.
Numbah 1 nodded to Numbah's 3 and 5. It was showtime. They slinked off to isolate at least two guards. There was activity by one of the side doors. They had what appeared to be a trash cart though it was modified. A ninja would reach inside the cart and dispose of something in one of the larger dumpster-like containers. The boys watched this happen almost like clock work every six or seven minutes.
Numbah 3 hid around the corner, she whistled four notes and drew the attention of both of the guards. Rounding the corner, they were easily taken care of by Numbah 5. The girls stole their battle-ready armor. They took up the stations of the old guards.
Numbah 1 watched as the "guards" returned back to their positions. Numbah 3 left her post to make friends with a ninja who had a hold of a trash cart. They talked for a bit before the enemy gave Numbah 3 the cart. She wheeled the cart over whistling the same four notes over again.
Numbah 1 nudged Numbah 2 in the shoulder. "That's the signal."
They were huddled behind cars that were left over. Numbah 3 would have to pass by them to follow the other trash cart carriers. One minute Numbahs 1 and 2 were there and then gone the next when the cart passed by.
Numbah 5 waited until Numbah 3 got through the parking lot. She saddled alongside her following the line of ninjas heading back inside the building with carts.
The double doors opened for them perfectly and they watched the others go left out of sight down another hallway. It didn't look all that different in the halls at least. They went the opposite way, coming across what would be an old janitor closest.
The girls shed their disguises. Numbah 2 bent down on one knee in front of Numbah 5. She carefully got on his shoulders. Standing up, Numbah 5 was now tall enough to reach the ceiling. She moved one tile aside and then another next to it. She hoisted herself through it. Next was Numbah 3 and then 1. Numbah 2 donned one of the discarded battle-ready armor.
"You're our eyes and ears on the ground Numbah 2. Try to get us some Intel on where they're keeping Numbah 4. The rest of us will be splitting off to look for Numbah 4."
Numbah 2 nodded, "Affirmative, good luck guys."
Once the closing tiles were placed back correctly did Numbah 2 leave. This is where things get tricky. Numbah 2 had to act like he belonged there while trying to fish for information.
He came across the cafeteria which to his luck was still the cafeteria. Multiple ninjas were on their lunch breaks. Hoagie smiled underneath his mask.
Meanwhile, the rest of them crawled through the ceiling, occasionally peeping through the cracks of tiles. Most of their turns was a dead end.
Numbah 1's com crackled to life. "I got a location. Numbah 4 is being held in the old library. Over."
"Nicely done Numbah 2. There are bathrooms in the library. Meet in the fourth stall of the boys' bathroom. Over."
"Copy. Over and out."
It was like a maze but they eventually settled over the stall waiting for Numbah 2 to come in. They could hear the door's hinges creak as it swung open. Watching from above, a ninja entered the fourth stall. Numbah 1 jumped down as soon as the stall was locked.
The ninja jumped. "Jeez! Numbah 1 give a guy a little warning would yeah?"
The girls slipped out of the ceiling while Numbah 2 got rid of the disguise.
"I did a quick sweep. I saw Numbah 4. He's being guarded by a ninja. They transformed the place into holding cells." Numbah 2 informed them.
"Let's move then."
Taking out the guard wasn't a problem, it was figuring out which key was the right one to open up Numbah 4's cell. He wasn't looking too hot tied to a chair, his face was covered in dried blood and bruises. He was barely conscious.
Finally, they got the door unlocked. Numbah 3 was the first one through crying, "Wally!"
Numbah 5 cut the ropes off of him. Kuki cupped his face. Gingerly touching his face and examining his body for any more injuries.
"How does he look Kuki?" Numbah 2 asked.
"Really beat up but other than some possible broken ribs I think he's okay."
Numbah 4 groaned, "When are you cruddy ninjas gonna leave me alone? I ain't telling yeah nothin'."
"Wally, it's us, Wally. We're taking you home."
Wally cracked an eye open, seeing Kuki fill his vision. "You look cute when you're worried Kooks…"
Kuki's laugh was watery as she brushed his bangs out of his eyes.
"Numbah 1, come in Numbah 1. Over."
"Report Numbah 362."
"We have Intel that Father is inside! He's heading to your location now!"
Nigel's eyes widened in alarm, "We need to go." He hissed.
"Why?"
"Father is heading to interrogate Numbah 4 right now!"
Father was very pleased with his ninjas. The fact that the ambush that they planned for weeks had worked. The original plan was to eliminate the supply team but to his surprise, one of the original Sector V operatives was left behind.
He was familiar with Numbah 4 not as much as Nigel Unl but he would do. He couldn't wait to get his hands on him. His officers told him how he wasn't cracking. Oh well, Wallabee Beetles just needed to be reminded who was in charge here, and that actions have consequences.
Chuckling, he entered the former library. He walked passed multiple other cells filled with prisoners of the state.
"What the.."
The cell door that should be holding Numbah 4 was wide open. Father pushed the door aside and saw the ropes on the floor and the chair empty.
An object sat where Numbah 4 once was. Father picked it up to examine it…a pair of sunglasses.
Rage bubbled in his chest. He crushed the black sunglasses with one hand. Flames licked at his heels as the room heated up several degrees. Fire rode along the walls.
"NIGAL UNO!"
Sector V stole a ride on the way back. Hoagie was driving of course with Abby in the passenger. Wally was conscious and sprawled in the back, his head lying on Kuki's lap. His right hand was gripped tightly in hers. Nigel decided to sit on the floor giving Wally space.
Kuki began giggling under her breath and got progressively louder. Hoagie seemed to pick up in her mood and he started a full belly laugh. The feeling was contagious, the mixed feeling of relief, happiness, and satisfaction of a mission completed. Abby chuckled as well. Nigel smiled.
He noticed Wally's gaze on him and gave his shoulder a squeeze. "Thanks for the save mate."
"If Father wants to burn the whole world, we're going to make sure he burns with us."
