Interlude, Confession of Eduard Finale, aka Numbuh 612
It has been years since the Civil War happened.
Years since we realized that someone was trying to do more than just control KND.
Years since I watched each and every one of my former teammates and friends who tried to remove those monsters out of KND become embittered adult villains or broken mess of an adult after their memories were taken away by decommissioning.
Years since I am possibly the last one who knew about what really happened when we revolted against those that tried to usurp the KND from the shadows.
My name is Eduard Finale, formerly known as Kids Next Door Operative Numbuh 612. Let me tell you of the story of the so-called Junior High Rebellion and what truly happened that caused us to fight against it.
Before Kids Next Door became what it was right now.
Back then, the KND allowed even the teenagers to join its ranks to fight against adult villainy. While kids back then were tough, the teens were very persistent and will not easily back down. In fact, they would even stick around longer despite the adult villain's fear tactics. The two covered for each other and it was a spectacle to see to be honest and they both treated each other well. This kind of camaraderie had helped in keeping hope from dying when that old fart Grandfather keeps on trying to shut us all down just to keep him fed with tapioca. Numbuh Zero, real name Monty Uno, was the greatest amongst us. He was a good kid with a lot of rebellious streak and a heart that burns with justice and desire for us all to be free. He didn't just want kids to be free but also teens and adults from Grandfather's tyranny. He's a guy who sticks to his morals and no matter what the situation was, he'd do what he could do to help others.
It was after Grandfather's downfall that things started to get bad...
One of the kids from the R&D, that dorky crapbasket named Numbuh 3.14 blamed Numbuh 777, a teammate of mine in my sector, for something completely pointless like being bumped and his files flew off of him. 3.14 threw a tantrum about how 777 was being mean to him while 777 tried to make it up for the dork. Since that incident, that asswipe started doing things like calling 777 names, being petty to teenagers, talking loudly about how we're technically adults and whatnot. Seriously, over the fact that the asswipe was bumped and did not accept 777's apology even. We teenagers noticed the ever growing divide between teens and kids during that time and we tried everything to be peaceful and be cordial to the kids. Numbuh Zero even helped out in keeping the peace and easing tensions between the two sides.
Then one day, Numbuh Zero and the others eggheads on the teens side created a device that could reverse Delightfulization and bring back the memories of people who lost their childhood. We called it the Recommissioning Device, yeah it's a lame name but Numbuh 777's really bad at naming things, and we tested it on a delightful child and a bitter adult villain. The device worked and the two are not only normal but they were very happy that they're no longer delightfulized and they remember what's it like to be a kid. A lot of us were happy since this machine could finally bring people together and not allow anyone like that bitter shit named Grandfather from ever rising up.
Then the R&D bastards started to talk about Decommissioning everyone over 13 years old since they're potentially a threat to the KND secrecy protocols. Kids were very gullible, say things with some few mumbo jumbo stuff and appeal to their emotions and whammo, you have a believer, even if what they believe in is stupid beyond belief. Worst part is that the divide went from a crack to a canyon. Kids are starting to get antagonistic with us for very petty reasons and we're lost with what the hell is going on with them. We teens and some kids were very worried about what's going on with the KND and tried to see if we can fix it but then the worst happened.
The R&D team created the Decommissioning Device and used it to Numbuh 10000, a teenager who fought valiantly against Grandfather and saved those dorks from getting wiped out by senior citi-zombies. The reason? He was giving away classified information to an adult villain named Mama Motormouth. He said that he did not do anything of that sort and we know it since he was with me when that transaction happened but before he could say his piece, he was shown evidences of him selling out information to Mama Motormouth and was forcibly made to shut up. We teens tried to help Numbuh 10000 but we were delayed and kept away from the court. Worst part is that they manipulated Numbuh Zero to sentence Numbuh 10000 to have him decommissioned...
He became an adult villain known as Vegetable Warrior since all that was left of him after being decommissioned was his resentment towards the kids who made his last moments as a KND operative unbearable.
We tried to confront the R&D about it but 3.14, that shitstain of a kid, decided to fuck with us again and stole the Recommissioning Device that we were trying to use to Numbuh 10000 after he got decommissioned in the hopes of actually getting his side of the story. Them along with the kids they manipulated and Numbuh Zero said that the device we were making was too dangerous and had to be kept in their department instead. We were livid about this but one of us, Numbuh 911 decided to see what is going on with the R&D...
He found out that those R&D bastards are not human. They were aliens who were trying to cause a divide between teens and kids and turn the KND into a force that will wipe out anyone beyond 13. 911 was horrified as he took records of it and when he was found, he was able to escape and run back to us. He told us everything about what they were up to, what their plans were and showed everything. We were not going to let those alien bastards fuck with kids and manipulate them. So we geared up in the hopes of saving KND from the R&D and retake the Recommissioning Device before they do something with it.
But before we could reveal our truth, the R&D decided to piss on us and made sure that any attempts of peacemaking, communication and reasoning we can do will be shut down. They even made it look like we were planning a rebellion when all we wanted was to knock at the R&D's door and remove those duplicitous bastards. Numbuh Zero was forced to take the side of those who wants to decommission everyone over 13 and us teens and some kids are on the side of recommissioning and letting them keep their memories.
We failed.
Teen KND operatives were forced to scatter across the world and look for places to hide while the kids hunted us down. Numbuh Zero allowed himself to be decommissioned and I dunno what happened to the poor guy.
Me, 777 and 911 were on the run, moving from one place to another to hide from the Decommissioning Squads. 911 was the first to go down as he held them all off while the two of us ran. Numbuh 777 had been making a device that would allow her to hack into the KND database and remove us from it from all of their tracking devices and records.. She called it the Codex Deletion Module. We were both planning on using it but the kids found us. I was planning on holding them off but 777 said that she'll do it. The Codex Deletion Module takes time to fully erase me from the archives and I was a sickly kid back then. She sacrificed herself as she held off those kids and I ran as the module did its work to remove me from the database.
I can still hear her screams and begging to not have her memories of everyone to be deleted along with her childhood memories... as well as Numbuh 3.14's gloating on her.
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"... by the time that I was far away, all I could hear was sobbing..." back at the present time, an man in his early 50s in a white pajamas spoke with tears in his eyes as he lie in bed, covered in a blanket and had a life support system attached on him while Chad listened to the tale of Numbuh 612, "... as well as asking about why was she sad and what happened to her. I got back to her and she... she was very different. I took her with me and did my best to at least get some of her memories back by telling her about our adventures... it partially worked but her getting decommissioned was the worst thing that ever happened to me... I couldn't even say that I liked her back then... back when she was still her... even if the two of us somehow got together, I still miss 777..."
"I... I don't know what to say, Numbuh 612..." Chad was downcast at the place where he was seated.
The hidden archives he went into, the former KND operatives who were now adult villains, the fact that the story of possibly the only adult KND operative left confirmed everything he was investigating, William's warnings and the idea of KND being utterly compromised. All of it not only have merit but were actually true. The KND was in a worse position than he thought and his 13th birthday is approaching in a few months. He knows that the story of 612 along with the truth of the Junior High Rebellion will be decommissioned legally from him if he let it happen and he can't let them do something like that to him.
"Good thing the Jammers are up and running in this town... those dorks in the R&D may look different but they're still the same assholes and shitwipes who destroyed KND's relationship with the teens. Them finding me through your tracker would be very bothersome to everyone that lived here you know..." Eduard smiled sadly as he looked out of the window where his kids are playing together regardless of their age with teens and adults, "Numbuh 274, no, Chad, I'm going to be dead in maybe one or two weeks from now... my disease is getting the better of me."
"There has to be a way, sir! Maybe Doctor-..." Chad was about to suggest to take him to one of the KND operative's parent who was a doctor but Eduard raise his hands and glared at him to stop, "But... but I can't just let you die! You're still a KND operative no matter what!"
"No Chad... my time is up... all these years that I've spent with my family and new friends after that Civil War salved whatever regrets I have. I've done my part in this world and I believe that it's time for me to go now. If anything, those kids outside will be the ones who will continue the fight along with the teens who trained their entire lives in the hopes of taking revenge for their mom whom those alien crapsacks harmed." 612 pointed at the group, who then looked back at the two with resolve and steel in their eyes, "I'm just glad that I was able to tell another KND operative like you on what actually happened in the Junior High Rebellion... or as I see it, the KND Civil War... To think that you would be able to track me down using the documents of the decommissioned folks and the ruins of our safehouses. You're a very promising kid, you know that..."
"But... but... ugh... I'm the Soopreme Leaduh of the KND and I can't even do anything to help you, Numbuh 612..." Chad was about to break into tears as this was his first time to hear what tragedy had befallen to the KND, "I just want to do something about this and worst part of it is that I can't do anything about it at the same time... It's not fair..."
"Life never was fair, kid... but if there's anything you can do for me... please fight on against the true enemy, Chad. Promise me that you'll do whatever it takes to protect this world from those Galactic Kids Next Door shits..." Eduard spoke as his medicine takes effect and his speech slows down, "I need to sleep..."
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Chad was silent when he returned to the Moon Base from the Town of Bell's End a week after his vacation leave. Whenever he sees the R&D operative, he couldn't help but be suspicious with them and in some specific individuals, be resentful towards them. He wanted to shoot them but he couldn't since they were too dangerous to be attacked for now. Eduard gave him an identifying device that would allow him to see which one is human and which one is an alien. While the device is old and cannot fully expose the aliens anymore, it was still able to tell him if one's an alien and most of the R&D were aliens. He also took the Codex Deleter Module that he will use the moment he declares Tag two weeks before his birthday. 777 made sure that no matter how many times KND updates its system, there is still a way for him to fully remove himself from their database.
He also made sure that the teens of the town knows about William's Teen's Rebellion and they all joined wholeheartedly. The kids wanted to join but they were delegated to a more support role outside of combat until they were trained by the Rebellion in proper combat. The town was full of prime materials for KND operatives but he said nothing about it. They all know about what happened during the KND Civil War and will be against joining the KND if it meant fighting their teenage friends and siblings. None of them will take lightly of being poached by KND, especially if they caused the pain of the man that they liked and even considered as the town's cool dad.
He would later take some time off as he visited the man's funeral three weeks after his return to pay his respects to the man whom he found while he was searching for clues about truth behind KND.
And he swore that he will make sure that the GKND will be put to an end after the damages they have caused to kids all over the world. However, he will not do it as a KND Operative but as a member of the Rebellion.
Chapter 31, A desert of sugar
-Somewhere in the desert of North Africa-
-Takes place on the same day as Stacey's own mission.-
It was easy she said, it would be fun she said. Cree insisted on helping her sister out in the Sugar Deserts, with Chad and I bringing in one of the Rebellion's grav-trains to use for hauling the candy they may be able to bring. Heat may not affect me much, but the body still needs water. Do not even start with the sand, Just don't.
Luckily with Cree's help, I think Abigail's own personal mission was more successful than it should have been. The train was filled with quite the haul, but that did not mean squat if we did not get out safely from this current predicament of ours.
Let me put this into perspective for you, imagine a train but double the size. Now put that train and pair it up with another to carry a cannon on top of them, and said cannon is able to pivot and shoot a shell the size of a human body. That is what we are currently driving, the Teen's Grav-Train ain't something to screw around with.
Now that I have that as your perspective for the size of our ride, imagine an armored and scaly snake with a ravenous mouth that opens up into four lips. That serpent is four times the size of our train and is currently chasing down our ride; last I heard the locals called this beast the Sugar Snake, and it has quite the appetite for its namesake.
A roar echoed as the Serpent emerged from the sand behind us, eating up a few cars of the train in the process. Fuck.
I pointed over to the ammo for the cannon, "Chad, grab some of the bullets and start loading the cannon!" I hollered from up on top of the cannon's control deck, here's hoping this blasted worm hates pure capsaicin filled shells.
With a nod and determined look, "Got it!" Chad shouted over before rushing up the ladders to begin hauling the shells into the Grav-Train's cannon.
Looking back towards Cree and Abigail, I gestured towards the Turrets that lined up on the sides of the cannon. "Try and stave off that snake as much as possible." I pointed towards said beast, giving them some attention on a few weak points within the serpent's armor. "Make sure to aim for those fleshy walls." I added
"Right!/Got it!" The sisters hollered over the sound of metal being crouched as the snake ate up more of the train's cars.
With no time to waste, I had to run to the controls and begin dialing in and pulling on levers to turn the cannon.
It would be easy she said, at least the fun part was putting this large as fuck train to use with its cannon.
With the right controls given their input, the cannon began to swivel towards the back. "Chad, ready?" I asked with a holler. "Fire ready." He responded in kind while gripping the guard rails. "Hang on to your seats folks!" I yelled to everyone.
Just as the Snake was about bite down on more of the train, slamming my fist down onto the firing button, the cannon lurched forward from the force of the cannon shooting its payload. With a screech of pain as the serpent was forced to swallow an unimaginable amount of spice, the beast retreated back into the sand.
"Do not celebrate just yet!" I quickly warned them before they could do just that, and just in time as the snake emerged to the right of us. As Cree and Abigail began shooting the turret's ammo into the serpent's weak spots, I began to work on getting the cannon to swivel to the needed side.
Before I could get it to turn though, the hud for the train's condition had a message pop up indicating we were low on hydraulic fluid to turn the cannon. An easy fix, just need to head down in the engine room for the cannon to dump some more fluid. "Next time we go out with the Grav-Train, make freaking sure everything is topped up" I yelled out to everyone with an irritated tone.
Opening up the hatch below me for access to the engine room, "Chad, get on a turret till I get back up!" I hollered while jumping down into the hole leading to the engine room, getting a 'sure thing' from Chad in the process.
Landing within the room left me to see the engine pumping its cylinders at an unbelievable pace, steam was periodically spewing out and the air felt like it would be unbearable for any normal person. Gonna need to talk with the R&D to install better cooling systems for the engine room, I am not always going to be the one with the heat resistance to enter this room.
I could hear the outside battle going on from the room, making the urgency that much more important to refill the hydraulic fluid. Luckily I did not have to search hard, nor have to refill it….. the fucking train has you needing to manually turn a dial in the engine room to switch over to the next supply of hydraulic fluid. …. Someone is getting an earful out of this.
Shaking my head to get out of that stupor, I turned the knob and before I knew it I could hear gears and noise working to switch over to the next supply of Hydraulic fluid. Well, no time to waste, I rushed back towards the ladder leading back up and out onto the control deck.
The situation looked under control, seeing as how the Serpent was still being pelted by the others with the turrets. "Get ready to hang on to something" I yelled out, before running over to the controls. With a whirring sound, the cannon swiveled with its barrel facing to the right. Slapping the firing button down, the train lurched to the left as it fired off its round. With the cannon aimed at some of the exposed parts of the snake's armor, the beast roared out once again before burrowing underground once more.
"Reload, put in the 'special' shell" I shouted over to Chad, getting the cannon to swivel to the front in the meanwhile. With a bit of search on his part, Chad was able to find a shell that had several warnings slapped all around it.
Giving me a questioning look, "You sure?" He casually hollered over. Giving him a nod, "This next one is going down its throat." I yelled over with a grin, and just in time as well. The Serpent had emerged quite a bit of distance in front of us, "Armed and …ready?" Chad announced with a wavering tone at the end.
I had to time this right, "almost…" the snake was almost upon us and its mouth was wide open, eagerly wanting to eat this whole train up. "Almoooossst….." "Shoot the damn snake already!" Cree yelled over with an annoyed look.
Just as well, the Serpent was close enough. Punching the firing button in, the shell was blasted down the throat of that snake. Time seemed to slow down for everyone, as the next thing that happened was the beast exploding into a confetti of candy. Its body pieces looked like red licorice and hardened red sugar…. Picking up a piece that had fallen near me, I gave a few sniffs before chomping down, finding the taste to be cherry. With a shrug, I gave the others a thumbs up and grin.
Our victory was short lived however as several smaller snakes began emerging from the sands, "Damn it!" I cursed, going back to the control panel to begin the inputs.
One serpent emerged to our left, with haste I dialed in the cannon to turn and shoot, causing the train to tip to the right and lift the left train a bit into the air. With the smaller snake blasted into bits, another emerged on the right side of us. Pulling on the levers to turn the cannon to the other side, the Grav-Train rocked a bit from the upset of its center of gravity being off-putted. As the barrel was moved to the other side, the other snake ended up having the end of the barrel for the cannon being pressed up against its head.
With a loud boom, the body was rendered into a fine mist of red sugar. Looking out ahead of us, the rest of the serpent emerged. Oh boy, this is gonna be a doozy. Dialing in the controls to turn once more the front, I punched in the firing button again, not waiting this time. The end result had the train's front end lifting up into the air over the explosion of sugar snake corpses, as if it were a bike doing a wheelie.
With a slam of its front back onto the ground, I could only swipe the brow of my forehead. Not hearing or seeing any more danger, I gave the others a grin and thumbs up.
Today was supposed to be just hauling large quantities of candy, this world just loves throwing crazy around.
Chapter 32, Desert Dragon
If there was one thing William would regret, was to celebrate too early after the last battle against the Sand Snakes. It was just their luck that one of the stone boulders dotting the sand dunes was the head of a black licorice dragon taking a nap in the scorching heat. Just as the Grav-Train passed by the head, the dragon's eyes opened with a rather angered look. With a roar that could be heard for miles across the sugar desert, the Licorice dragon emerged out from the sand.
Chad glanced over at William, "uh, any chance this train can go faster?" He asked nervously.
William looked over to Cree instead, "Take the controls" he asked of her while jogging to the back of the train.
Giving him an incredulous look, "Look, I know you got your powers and all, but that's a freaking Black Licorice Dragon!" She pointed out, "That thing is practically the same size as the first Sand Snake we battled" Cree reasoned out.
William gave her a look, "if you have not noticed, this cannon and its turrets have a bit of a disadvantage against a flying foe." He argued, pointing at said dragon soaring in the air towards them.
Abigail looked between the two, before glancing up at the dragon. "Numbuh 5 will help steer this train." She stated with a determined look at her sister, "You go help William." Abigail said before jogging over to the control panels.
Cree gave Abigail a bewildered look, before looking at Chad who gave a thumbs up and grin, "Don't worry, I got this." He stated confidently.
"It's almost here!" William announced, taking Cree out of her funk and making her decision on the matter. Giving Cree a once over, "You ready?" He hollered over the Dragon's roar as it approached the train in its flight.
Giving William a silent nod, Cree used her boot-jets to reach the beast in the air. With an explosion of fire soon after, William had launched himself via jet propulsion from his feet… only he has yet to master not burning through his shoes. "Oh gosh Damn it!" His voice could be heard through the howling wind as they flew up towards the Licorice Dragon.
Looking over at Cree, William pointed at the head. "I'll go for the mouth and eyes, try and plant some chili grenades in its hide if you can." He shouted over the wind, getting a thumbs up from Cree in response.
As William approached the head of the Dragon, said licorice beast inhaled to breathe out its own form of dragon breath towards the incoming human hurtling towards its head. Just before the dragon could release its attack though, a ball of lightning found its way down its throat and in the process burned the red licorice that made up its insides.
With the black licorice dragon distracted from the attack, William managed to land roughly on the top of its own head. In the meantime, Cree had just landed on the dragon's back. After some rummaging through her supplies, she was able to take out a few grenades and duct tape them onto the Black Licorice hide. After tying some string on the pins for the grenades, Cree gathered them all up and flew up to pull and stay out of the radius of the blasts.
With a load boom, the licorice dragon staggered in the air and roared in pain thus causing it to dip towards the ground in its flight. Just as the dragon was about to hit the ground, William proceeded to place his palms on the top of the Dragon's head. With a sizable blast of fire, the head became consumed in flames. The licorice beast thrashed its head in pain, but William kept a grip on the strands of black licorice that made up its body.
Seeing as how the Dragon was still fighting off the pain, William decided to let the beast take the full might of his fire. With his silhouette covering his body once again, William let loose an explosion of Lightning Charged fire. The ball of lightning-covered flames consumed the Dragon's head and body in its entirety, and with a loud crash the Black Licorice Dragon impacted the ground with tons of sugar sand being displaced into the air.
As the sugar sand began to settle from the displacement, Cree landed not too far from the impact site to check for William. It was not long before William emerged from the crater of sand, and the burning body of a black licorice dragon not far behind him on fire. Standing at the lip of the Crater, William turned to look at the Dragon for anymore action it may take.
Walking up next to him to gaze at said Dragon as well, Cree let out a whistle of appraisal. "I get that you're the son of your father, but I never even seen him use that much power compared to now." She stated with an amused smile.
With a nod, "From what I can guess, my dad never bothered to train much with his powers. He was just content that his powers were enough to put fear into children." William said with a sardonic tone, before gesturing at the Licorice beast. "I am still training, and there is always room for improvement."
Giving William an amused look, "You think your dad can play catch up?" Cree asked with a sly look.
Looking over at Cree with a small grin, William shrugged. "It's not just him I need to be ready for when we fight again, it's grandad" he stated with a grim look at the mention of his grandfather.
Raising an eyebrow at the mention of Grandfather, Cree gave William a doubtful look. "Are you sure you want to just let your father find a way to bring back that Adult Villain?" She asked with a questioning tone.
Rubbing his chin in thought, "I need answers Cree, and a lot of our Earth's history has revolved around my family. My father, my grandfather, my great grandmother from the one of the Annoyingly Cute Triplets on the hill." Giving her an incredulous look, William shook his head in bewilderment.
"My family tree has a hand in every age, we need more light to be shed on Earth's history, and Grandfather may just be the oldest one to know." William argues with a fierce look
Cree crossed her arms, and shrugged, "Just be sure to be there when your father brings him back, who knows how much damage he can cause." She warned with a sigh.
"Probably should bring my Uncle Monty and cousin along with me, there does need to be some family therapy after all." William stated with a smarmy look, getting a crack of laughter from Cree.
In the distance, the Grav-Train could be seen coming towards them, no doubt having turned to pick them up. "Come on, I don't know about you, but I am so done with deserts for a while." Cree said while walking off towards the side of the incoming train.
Cracking a smile at her statement, "Oh. And here I thought you loved the sugar 'desert'" William snarked out with a grin, only to earn a punch to the shoulder for the joke. "Oh shut it." Cree said with a grin.
As the train came to rest for them to begin climbing aboard, William looked towards the crater where the Black Licorice Dragon was still burning. Satisfied that the beast was practically becoming nothing more than charred bits of licorice, William turned back around and climbed aboard the train to ride back home.
Chapter 33, France Arc,Trouble in Paris part 1
-A few days after the Sugar Desert trip-
-location: Fance-
I can safely say I have never visited anywhere outside my country in my first life, but at least now with the ease of travel courtesy of this world's logic was a simple affair. After our little trip in north Africa, Cree had received a call from her brother who lives in France, Lucas I think his name was. Lucas's wife, Elise, is said to work as a fashion designer for one of the world's leading clothes companies.
From what I can gather from the Rebellion's intel, Elise works for Sézanne. Not much else has been able to be dug up, for all the Rebellion's efforts, this company has rather tight security. It does not help either that the company does not take in Teenage interns or aspiring teens in fashion design. I might be a little paranoid but I have some suspicions that the company is up to something as of late. With the recent events to have occurred around the world involving Teens fighting Adult Villains, it is no stretch of the mind that Sézanne is headed by a villainous CEO or chairman.
Back to the topic at hand though, Lucas wanted his family to come over with an all expense paid trip. Apparently his wife landed a big promotion, and is going to have her clothes designs be exhibited on the next fashion runway show. Cree had called her parents, and informed them She and Abigail would take a separate plane ride.
Chad had to stat home unfortunately, which left me to try and convince my dad to allow my trip to France. He knew why I would go there, since there was no field trip planned from the highschool. I was surprised though that he wanted to go there as well for a quick vacation break, saying along the lines of easing his mind for a bit and taking in the scenery of Paris. ….. I can't blame him on that front. It was agreed on an armistice for the duration of the vacation between us, including the Delightful Children that he would bring with him.
-scene change-
I will say one thing about France in the KND world, the countryside was quite nice to view as we flew within one of the HindCopters. The runway show would be held in Paris, but it did not hurt to tour around the rest of the country first. The plus side to visiting France, was the drinking age is at sixteen. Pretty sure the age was raised around 2009 in my first world, but the show took place before that year so Cree and I were in the clear. One visit to a popular Vineyard had me buy a nice present for dad, An 1850 year old Cabernet Sauvignon red wine with a nice set of wine glasses to go with it. Not quite an early Father's day present, just something to give Father to mark our trip to France and share a glass with once I am of legal age back home.
Our Hotels were not that far apart from another in France, which helped us keep in touch when we headed out to tour Paris. Surprisingly Cree spoke the language well enough, but I guess it was a given since her mom was born and raised in France. I could only hazard a guess Cree's mother wanted her children to learn her country's language.
It is where I find myself now, at a restaurant looking to Cree for help on understanding the menu. "Other than escargot, I'm looking for anything with steak." I stated with a furrowed brow as I tried to make sense of the language on the menu.
Cree pointed to a particular word on her menu, "You'll probably want the Steak au Poivre." She said with an amused look before looking back at her menu. "I'll go with the Boeuf Bourguignon, I could really go for some stew." Cree stated with a grin.
Turning to the waiter that was at our table, I handed my menu. "You get that or…."
The waiter gave me an inclination of his head towards me, "Yes young sir, and fine choice." The man said before taking Cree's menu in as well to relay our choices to the chef inside. We had chosen to eat outside the restaurant, and I had the foresight to ask Cree to call in a reservation.
As we viewed the scenery that was Paris, I took the time to go through my messages on the C.A.V.E. device I had on me. While we had no luck to get any intel on Sézanne, this runway show just might help gain some glimpse into what the company is planning with these new lines of clothes.
"You know, I would have thought you would take this trip as a chance to take a break" Cree said with an amused look.
Looking over at her with my own amused grin, "Hey, this is our best chance to get any info on Sézanne." I pointed to a building with the Logo of said company, "Who knows, maybe you can ask your Brother's wife for a tour of the place after the show."
Shrugging at me with a nonchalant look, "After the show, yes, I still wanna tour some more before anything big goes down." Cree said with a relaxed look as she took a sip from her glass of water.
I left the conversation there on the topic of Sézanne, the rest of the time before our meals arrived was spent on idle chatter. Once our food had arrived though, we did our own best to eat in an appropriate manner in respect for the Restaurant. The food was really good in my opinion, well worth the price of what they charged.
The runway show was slated to be hosted by the Chairwoman of Sézanne, and was scheduled tonight under the Eiffel Tower. Whatever could be gained on info for tonight, was better than nothing if anything else. I might need to see if I can pull a few strings to meet the Chairwoman, Maybe I can hit up Wayne and see if he has any contacts in France.
Interlude, A Delightful Friendship
*Many months ago*
*Near Sector V's Treehouse and Uno Residence*
Samir Duran was not used to going outside of his house.
However, the Salesfather wants to ensure that all of the members of the Home Schooled Cartel will have to be outside for at least 10 hours per week to prevent them from having terrible health issues.
He was also engrossed in his research about the Temple of the Fourth Flavor at Central Asia as he prepared for his trip there next month that he forgot that it was his outdoor hours. He had one of his robotic butler, Albert to continue the preparations for him instead while he took his designated outdoor time. The messenger bag that he carries has been stocked with the things that he needs when he's outside: two umbrellas, sunscreen lotion, a thermos full of water, some sandwiches and emergency money should he need to use the public transit. He has three of his bodyguard robots following him and also carrying supplies that he could not carry on his person like a collapsible table, chairs, lights, tents, portable stoves, foodstuff, first aid kits, sewing tools, repair kits and medicines.
His parents worry too much in his opinion. He loves them dearly but he sometimes question why they overstock his bodyguards with things that he might as well be going out to camp.
He did not bring any of his handheld video game consoles as he forgot to charge them. Now he had to amuse himself by touring the neighborhood that he was never been into: the place where the Kids Next Door Treehouse of Sector V is located.
Seeing the treehouse from the monitors were one thing but to see it in person was a different experience for the Cartel's Junior Executive.
After Samir had enough of looking at the Treehouse, he continued walking at the sidewalks, looking at the place around him and he spied from afar the Kids Next Door Operatives of Sector V getting into a battle with the Delightful Kids from Down the Lane.
HSC has a record of the other group of children. Former KND operatives from Sector Z that the Adult Villain Father had Delightfulized before adopting them. They were said to be talented and competent back when they were not turned but with the lose streak that the Sector V's rivals had accumulated, he firmly believed that the Delightfulization had sapped away their talents to a certain degree that made them even less effective. The rain started pouring as the battle ended and the Sector V scattered to shelter. The Delightful Children however, sat there as rain poured on their heads and looking sad after their defeat at the hands of the Kids Next Door.
Samir took pity on them as one of his robotic bodyguards took out their built in umbrellas to cover themselves and him. He decided to take out one of his umbrellas and approached the unaware Delightful Children. Once he is there, he held his forward with the umbrella on it and offered it to them.
"Huh?" the monotonous voices of the Delightful kids expressed surprise when they saw the umbrella being offered to them.
"Take it. Twist the handle to activate the umbrella. It should be more than enough to cover all five of you." Samir said as he once more offered the umbrella to them, "Unless you wish to catch some cold, it would be advisable to take the umbrella."
"Thank you." the Delightful Children nodded as they took the umbrella and did what was instructed for them to do to open the umbrella.
The Delightful Children never experienced this type of generosity before. Normally, they would be seen as weirdoes and goody-goody two shoes but it was the first time that they experienced someone being somewhat nice to them. Many kids had been weirded out on them and in the KND's case, always beat them up and foil their plans. They never had anyone to act like this to them ever since they were adopted by Father and it felt nice that someone was doing this outside of their older and aloof brother, William.
"May we ask what is your name?" they asked Samir after they lifted the umbrella to fully cover their heads from the rain that gets stronger and stronger.
"I am Samir Duran." Samir however, doesn't exactly want to be too associated with the Delightful Children as they were not exactly that delightful as they call themselves. He had to be polite to them as he was a Cartel Executive who was taught to have some class and professionalism, "Now if you excuse me, I have to continue my walk down the lane in my exploration."
"We are also headed to that direction as well. Would you like us to accompany you, Samir Duran?" the Delightful Children asked monotonously but they express their gratefulness to the child who never had heard of them or the KND in his entire life.
"Errr... sure... I don't mind having you all as company, I suppose." the junior executive shrugged as he started to walk along with the Delightful Children.
The Delightful Children thought for a while about making friends but it seems that none of the kids had reached their criteria up until now. Samir was not weirded out towards them and was even nice to them. They would like to form a friendship with the boy. While they have each other as company, they do like to have someone else as well for a change that was not hostile to them and the kid who gave them the umbrella fits their criteria.
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Many months later...
After the defense operation against Ong Crumble and the Golden Brown Horde...
Outside the Duran Residence...
"Must you always wait outside of my house?" Samir asked as he is stepping out of his house with his three robotic bodyguards, "You know, my parents wouldn't mind that you five could wait inside while I prepare for my outdoor incursions."
"Oh, we wouldn't want to impose on Mr. and Mrs. Duran, Samir. It would be rude for us to go in like so." the Delightful Children's appearance have caused a lot of kids in Samir's neighborhood to pay attention as they to him.
"Again, my parents would be more than happy to welcome you in our house. In fact, they're happy that you are visiting me often." Samir sighed at how overly polite the five were but straightened up and smiled, "Let's go visit a place I know of that sells odd ice creams. I've heard that they sell the mysterious Fourth Flavor there."
"Very well, Samir." the five Delightful Children nodded as they started to walk.
"And please don't try to request for Mr. Uno to buy the store itself just to keep the ice cream to us both after the Kids Next Door operatives showed up in it. It's rude, condescending and a massive waste of money." Samir chided the five as he remembered what happened yesterday when they visited an ice cream store that the Teen's Rebellion had been running.
"But they're our archnemesis, Samir. They'll try to take everything away until there's nothing left for us!" the Delightful Children whined as about the KND once more.
"True but if you wish to be mature, one must understand that you cannot have everything, let alone hold on to it forever..." the two groups walked together and discussed topics regarding growing up, philosophies of maturity and sharing.
Abigail and Cree were very used to the sight of the Delightful Children visiting the Durans and playing with Samir whenever he's out and about. Sure the Kids Next Door find this friendship a bit disconcerting from someone who could have been a good KND operative material but at the same time, this type friendship between the two had distracted the Delightful Children from the plots that they usually make. In fact, they plot a lot less often than what they used to do in the past and the only time they act up is during one of their number's birthday parties.
Though in the recent birthday party, Abby wished that Sammy had attended the party and tried to talk sense to the Delightful Kids from Down the Lane to make things easier. Samir was very sick during that time he came back from one of his many trips to the Temple of the Seven Flavors that his parents had to quarantine him and he was not able to tell them that he was not well.
"Man, I'm glad he's not a KND operative." Cree commented as she watched the two talk about things, "The Delightful Dorks really like Sammy huh?"
"Uh huh." Abby continued to watch the two from her binoculars as the two were greeted by Teen Rebel ice cream men who started to offer them a menu and a table to sit on, "I'm really glad he's with them Cartel folks. He's pretty cool in handling them."
Chapter 34, France Arc, Trouble in Paris part 2
Getting the tickets for the Runway show became an easy affair after calling in Wayne, having friends and fellow alumni around the world does wonders I can safely be thankful for; Not the alumni part though, I am just lucky Wayne has those connections from his time in the HSC organization. Madame Antoinette was quite the accommodating woman, her Boutique shop was also quite the quaint little store. Course she gave me a coy smile when asking about who I was going with.
I know Cree's parents were given tickets to the show, but I did not hear of her getting a ticket for the show. With Abigail off on her own to touch up with France's KND's sectors, the two tickets Madame Antoinette gave me would work out just fine. Just hope Cree doesn't get the wrong idea, going through teenage hormones was bad enough the first time around.
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The door to Fleur de Bleau dinged from hitting the bell inside, I glanced out the corner of my eye to see my dad in a rather nice suit. After stowing the tickets away, I waved over at Father. "Fancy meeting, yeah?" I stated with a wry smile.
With a mild surprise before resuming his pace into the store, dad gave me a subtle nod. "William, enjoying your stay?" He asked coolly while approaching the front counter.
Giving him an amused look, "The country side is better if you ask me, the media seems to have over exaggerated Paris." I said while heading for the exit, "Hope you have A good eventful night pops."
With a wave from Father, I departed the boutique store to head for the meet up point Cree and I agreed on. …. Wait, why was dad going into a flower store?... With some thinking on the matter, I could only assume he might know someone in France. Deciding to drop the matter on a man hooking up with another woman, what dad does in his own personal life is his own matters.
While I can say traffic is not that bad at the moment for the day, reaching the meet up point was hardly troubling compared to Cree and I making our way towards the Eiffel tower. To beat the majority of the crowd before the place was already packed was one thing, but to see rows upon rows of seats on an incline was a spectacle to see how they set up the stage to accentuate the models that would walk on the stage. Madame Antoinette must have known Céline personally if she was able to get front row seats, hopefully she was able to get us a meeting with her.
Check my wrist watch that was a gift from dad, we had an hour till the show started….. Christ help me. Cree gave me an amused look as I leaned back with a sigh, "Hey, you're the one that got the tickets for this show, might as well enjoy the brief period to relax." She stated with a grin.
With a roll of my eyes, "We also arrived early to beat the majority of the crowd." I argued back, this was going to be a long hour.
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The event was nothing short of eye pleasing when the models began coming out, though I did get an elbow to my sides from Cree when stared a bit too long on one model that had a rather risque dress on. I blame this teenage body and its hormones, yeah, let's go with that. At least I wasn't drooling though, god forbid.
It was when the lights dimmed before the Woman of the hour suddenly appeared at the end of the Runway, and boy can I say the lady attracted quite a few looks from the men. Unfortunately for me I couldn't help but feel something wrong at the back of my head, it was as if she was holding down something like how my own dad had his silhouette cloak. The Chairwoman of Sézanne had the appearance of a Frenchwoman, but I would not put it out there in the possibility that there were other Adult Villains with powers like Father.
As Céline gazed across the crowd, I could have sworn we caught each other's eyes as she viewed the crowd. She almost looked like she was giving me the look of reminisce, like I reminded her of someone. Continuing to gaze the rest of the way around, Miss Monet let a satisfied look form on her face.
Swinging her hand horizontally towards the crowd, and began speaking in her native tongue to announce her next line of clothing. I leaned over to Cree, "Mind translating, just the gist if you could." I whispered to her.
With a furrowed brow, Cree had her arms crossed as she did her best to understand most of What Céline Monet was talking about. "Hmm, I haven't been lacking in my studies with my mom, so if I am getting this right…. Sézanne will be releasing…" Just as Cree was about to continue, Céline, by the looks of it, was now going to show her next line of clothes for Children and Teens.
Along the runway appeared Various Teens that lined along the stage, wearing what I could only describe as very conservative suits and dress. The teens themselves though…
"A clothing line that will give parents around the world a variety of clothes to rein in their children, and have the perfect and most behaved children once any child or teen puts these on..." Cree translated Céline's speech with a grim and angered look.
I couldn't help but stare at the Teens on the runway, it was as if the life in their eyes was gone and replaced with nothing but obedience. This trip just became a top priority mission for the Rebellion across the world, and we need to nip this in the bud before it takes root elsewhere in the world.
The crowd thought otherwise on the matter, as there was applause and a standing ovation. I really pity the ignorant adults that live in this world, ironic though that the Teens today will be the adults eventually. The meeting we might have had a chance for was shot down after the show though, one of Céline's assistants had told us her boss wanted the rest of the night to spend with an old friend of hers... wait, surely dad and... nah, it's too much of a coincidence.
Then again, if dad does know Céline in any way... Damn, I guess mom wasn't just a lucky strike for him.
Chapter 35, France Arc, Trouble in Paris part 3
Getting a reservation at Antoine's left Benedict acquiring a good table for Céline and him to eat at; he was just thankful they had a VIP section for his company out on one of the Mezzanines the restaurant had on its second floor. The 'balconies' that overlooked the rest of the first floor were nice, especially with the water fountain built inside at the center of the place. Decent size for width and height, but all the pomp and show was nothing compared to the food that was served.
Ben had managed to get a nice suit, the trailer wasn't kidding on the quality of the set. From out of his peripherals he could see Céline coming from out of the elevator that would bring customers up to their tables, Benedict moved out of his chair to greet an old friend with a smile.
Holding out his hand to her, he gave his honest smile. "Céline, it's been quite some" Benedict stated with a wistful tone.
Handing out her hand for him to take, Céline gave Ben an even smile. "Other than a call every few years, you hardly ever come to visit."
Pulling out one of the chairs to their table, Benedict offered her the seat. "Yes well, aside from certain events as of late, I do have my own conglomerate to manage." He replied with a wry look.
Taking the seat Ben had offered, Céline let out a light chortle. "Speaking of recent events, I could not help but notice a familiar face that looks like your son back during the event." She noted as Ben took to sitting back down on his own chair.
Benedict gave Céline a dry look, "What William does in France is not my problem right now, I wanted to take this opportunity to have a vacation." He said before a waiter arrived with a cart of wine.
Ben gave the nod to the man that wheeled the cart over, "So how has life been for you Céline?" He asked as they had their wine glass filled.
Giving him a satisfied smile, "I would say better now that you're here….. " Céline spoke in a content tone, before frowning, "...You never did tell me why you chose Eviline over me….." she said softly before trailing off to take a small sip from her glass.
Benedict's eyes softened at the mention of his late wife, "I wanted some form of normality in my life, and Eviline was more than that after I met her." He stated with a forlorn look.
Giving Ben an apologetic look, "You said she passed peacefully right? Something about health complications after giving birth?" Céline asked with a somber tone.
Taking a sip from his glass, Benedict looked into the wine as it settled from the jostling. "They did everything they could for her, but in the end the doctors could only do so much." Looking back up at Céline with a smile, "Thanks again for those flowers, I'm sure you meant well after the funeral." Ben stated with a grateful look.
Forming a smile at a thought, "I have to say though, your son is more than a chip off the block." Leaning over with a coy look, "Almost reminds me of back during our childhood years, when Monty would always rebel against Your father." Céline said before letting out a light laughter, "I almost find it quite poetic."
Rolling his eyes at that, "At least he didn't join that blasted annoyance of the Kids Next Door organization." Benedict stated with a heated look, before letting a slight smile form on his face. "I don't think I could face Eviline if I even tried to delightfulize him, but I am somewhat glad that I didn't even now."
Céline gave Ben an incredulous look, "Even after his Rebellion ran amok across the globe?" She questioned
Picking up his menu to begin looking for what to order, "I think after that recent birthday party, and our fight on that day, I believe I can grasp why Monty was Pappy's favorite."
Giving him an amused look, Celine let out an airy chuckle. "What, that Monty was always rebellious?" She asked with a dry tone
Shaking his head negatively, "It's having a child with some actual backbone rather than a son that is a sniveling coward." Benedict stated with a self deprecating voice.
Céline let out a wistful smile at that, "I'm sure Monty understood why you couldn't join him all those years ago, but at least now you can appreciate now that you didn't."
Letting out a grunt of thought, "Perhaps, but it's in the past now. Are you ready to eat?" Ben said while gesturing for one of the waiters to come over.
Giving him a smile, "Yes, let's. Are you fluent with French yet?" Célind asked with a look of piqued interest.
Benedict let a scoff escape from his lips, "I run a planet wide conglomerate, my station demands some multilingual capabilities." He stated with a proud look on his face.
Letting a joyous look form on her face, Celine clasped her hands. "Then let's spend the rest of the night speaking French, I want to see how good you have studied up on it."
Not one to back down from an old friend's request, Ben gave Céiline a challenging look. "I have studied more than enough Céline." He stated with a grin.
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William's POV
Getting in contact with the French branch of the Teen's Rebellion was a quick affair, but inquiring as to why they have not budged much with Sézanne's recent affairs painted a rather troubling picture. Those teens I saw earlier on that runway were their own teammates, the company was practically treacherous for anyone to try to infiltrate.
That left me with the only option of going in there myself, much to the protest from the teens I was speaking with. I wouldn't go in there half cocked either I assured them, if sneaking in did not work then I'll use good old brute force to infiltrate. Smart? No, but I am not your normal teen either.
Cree had offered to join, but I had refused the offer. In case I was ever incapacitated, She was supposed to take over as her duty for being the next in command. I'm not gonna lie though, I was feeling a bit trepid. Whatever managed to get a leg over the teens could not have been a push over, either Céline herself took care of them or there was more to this company than what could be gleaned from it so far.
Interlude, The Point
The Point...
Many months ago...
Before the Teen Rebellion Day...
The Point, a roller skating rink and hang out location for many teens and some adults in town.
It's also a place where some of the Teen's Rebellion troopers hang out whenever they're not doing their usual activities of subversion, recruitment, sabotage and any other operation that undermines the adult tyranny, the Home Schooled Cartel teen executives have their in person meeting, the Teen Ninjas to look for potential recruits to approach later on and other teenagers to go on dates, have something to eat and roller skate to their hearts' content.
The joint was owned by the Cartel's Alumni and they know about the teenage groups that hang out at the Point. They made sure that all organizations understand clearly and well that the Point is a neutral grounds and that any attacks on it will be an offense against the Home Schooled Cartel. There are multiple robotic guards in disguise within and without the Point and they were prepared to fight anyone that dared to attack the place that they declared as the place of peace.
Lately, the owner of the Point had been planning on advertising the place for children to come by as well to have fun to further increase the income and expand their base of operations. Wayne Stark knows this as he and Samir Duran were invited by the owner to see what would be ideal to advertise their business to the interested children who would like to have some fun skating around their location. The Teen Rebel officer and the Cartel Member talked about with the Owner on what is the optimal plan on the future advertisement campaigns that they will do.
Then suddenly, there is a warning beep that was heard in the private room where the trio were talking.
"Oh no..." Wayne took out his C.A.V.E. device and checked on the notification, "It seems that the Kids Next Door operatives of Sector V are here and... oh what the heck, they've activated an orbital strike on the Point!"
"WHAT?!" the owner was incredibly miffed at the idea of her establishment being the receiving end of an unjustified bombardment.
"Abigail... what have you and your friends have done..." Samir put a palm on his face and was frustrated at what they were about to do, "Let me handle the cancellation of the orbital strike."
Samir had one of his robots come to him and took out a 2x4 console that would allow him to hack into the KND satellite and proceeded to cancel the strike that was about to hit the 10 second mark. The Alumni Owner was prepared to press the sirens to get all the customers out of the Point and away from the blast zone. Wayne was also looking at the C.A.V.E. device and monitored the space as the orbital satellite prepares to strike them down.
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Abigail Lincoln, also known as Numbuh Five was sorely regretting to agree with this operation. Nigel Uno, also known as Numbuh One had led the team to go to the so-called Point and shut down the so-called adult factory here. Then she saw her sister Cree, roller skating with her other teen friends here with her waving at them before focusing on skating some more. Along with that, there's no signs here that specify that the teens were planning something nefarious. They were just having fun, doing dates and hanging out.
"What's that? Eh? You want to see the kids?" one of the bouncers spoke at their communication lines, "Uh, kids, our boss wants to see you in her office. She wants to have a word with you all."
"But... but..." Hoagie Gilligan was stuttering as he tried to point outside about the imminent mustard strike that was about to happen on the harmless place, "This place is..."
"ORBITAL STRIKE CANCELLED." a robotic voice came from Numbuh One's communicator line that surprised the five kids.
"Huh?!" all five of them said together.
"That's a pretty neat ringtone you got there, kid. But yeah, let's get you to our boss's office, yeah. She really wants to see you guys." the other bouncer cheerfully said as he started to lead the kids to the office, "Don't worry though, she's a great lady and she's pretty nice to the kids. She wouldn't hurt you guys."
"Hey! What's going on here?!" Wallabee Beatles asked as he was corralled to the office, "Numbuh One! What happened to the..."
"I don't know! Someone who cancelled it must have some top super duper, ultimate access to our codes, Numbuh Four." Nigel was just as confused as everyone of them, "That orbital mustard strike should have taken out this place."
"Well at least we could go here in the future to go skating." Kuki Sanban, Numbuh Three said in a ditzy manner.
"Yeah, that's right kid. We'd love to see you guys here to mix things up at the Point. You'll love it here." the bouncer cheerily added as they got near to the boss's office. He knocked at the door and said, "Hey boss, the kids are here."
When the door opened, Abby was shocked at one of the three people who were in the room. It was a kid who had an American-Indian descent as his brown skin shows. The eyes he has were brown and his black hair was neatly combed. He also wore a black business suit with a white shirt and blue tie behind the black blazer and on his lap was a 2x4 computer device that caused Numbuh One's eyes to widen behind his shades. She recognized the boy as the kid who was the only home schooled kid in her neighborhood. His name was Samir Duran or as she calls him...
"Sammy! What are you doin' here?!" she blurted out, causing the brown haired teen in a red and yellow Hawaiian shirt and khaki cargo pants and the blonde, spectacled woman in a black shirt that has The Point logo on it and behind her desk looked at the kid with some amusement.
"It's Samir, Abigail. Please do not call me Sammy. It's confusing to our neighbors when you call me that." Samir sighed as he closes the console, "Anyway, you guys have a seat. Missus Wheeler here wants to talk to you guys about what you guys nearly pulled off and succeeded in doing."
"Man, there's so much to say about this but you Sector V operatives should have at least did some initial recon first instead of going in blind. You could have caused a war or something over an intel failure, yeah." Wayne Stark added up as he put away his C.A.V.E. device.
"No one's asking you, you cruddy teenager!" Wallabee grumbled as he and the others take a seat, "And what's this about us starting something, huh?!"
"All right children. What do you know about the Home Schooled Cartel?" Missus Wheeler adjusted her glasses as she gestured her bouncers to leave the office.
"The what now?" Nigel was confused when that question was dropped on him and the team, "Is this a nefarious organization that you adults have, huh?"
"No, it's an organization for home schooled kids and teens come together to run businesses, trade ventures and technological researches for the sake of making money and being entrepreneurs with a goal of making the world a convenient place to live into." Samir corrected Nigel with an annoyed tone, "We have no business fighting against adult villainy or the Kids Next Door nor do we want to deal with them in general unless they've passed the client requirements that we put up or picked a fight with us regardless of the validity of reasons that disrupted our business as a result."
"Sounds like a bunch of nerds and traitors to me then. Why are you helping out teens? They're not nice to us kids! Better yet, why are you selling stuff to adults anyway?!" Numbuh Four was rather hostile at Samir when he said that the Cartel has kids and teens in it. Abby smacked him at the back of the head, "Ow."
"Because the Home Schooled Cartel has a policy of being neutral and non-interventionists in any conflicts that go on between age group disputes. We are business-minded people who would be happy to go about with our businesses and not care that much until you five nearly struck the Point with an orbital weapon!" Missus Wheeler was clearly unhappy with what the KND operatives nearly did, "Had Samir over here not cancelled that strike, we would be in conflict with one another, Mr. Wallaby Beatles."
"Wait... how did you..." Wally was shocked when the owner of the Point mentioned him by his full name.
"Wait, you cancelled the orbital strike?! Where did you get the super secret, giganormous codes that allowed you to cancel it, Sammy?!" Abby was shocked at what the home schooled boy did as she never knew that her neighbor was capable of doing such a thing.
"I had a harder time hacking into the Rainbow Monkey Video Game that my cousins play than hacking into a KND orbital satellite." Samir shrugged as he looked at Abby before he groaned as he realized what Abby just said, "And please, call me Samir, Abigail."
"Now then, Mr. Nigel Uno, Mr. Hoagarth Gilligan Jr, Ms. Kuki Sanban, Mr. Wallabee Beatles and Ms. Abigail Lincoln, let us paint you a picture on what you and your operatives could have done had the Point be destroyed over a misunderstanding and failure of intelligence, shall we?" Missus Wheeler was serious in her tone that the room temperature had gotten a lot colder despite the thermostat keeping the place a bit warm.
"May I excuse myself from this room, Mrs. Wheeler, Samir? I have to talk to my friends outside." Wayne said as he thumbed the door.
"Yes you may, Wayne." the older woman nodded as Wayne exited the potential scolding that he really did not want to witness.
Wayne exited the room as the scolding began. While the Point's plan on opening the place for kids was not hampered by the near attack KND tried to orchestrate, Mrs. Wheeler did ask the five operatives to help the establishment out in making sure that the kids will not have any problems once they go here to have fun by testing out the kiddie roller skates and picking on what kind of menu kids would like as reparations for the near attack that happened.
At the same time, the Home Schooled Cartel was now known in the Kids Next Door rank and additional protocols were put. Many of which involves understanding that the HSC were not to be messed with. Samir Duran was also added on the watchlist of the KND due to how he was able to cancel out the orbital strike and hacked into KND database.
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"So, my sister and Sector V in trouble?" Cree asked as Wayne sat on one of the chairs and ordered a soda.
"Well, Mrs. Wheeler's not happy with what they nearly did. Thank goodness that Sammy cancelled the orbital strike." Wayne drank his mug of soda, "KND really needs to improve their intel gathering."
"Kinda understand where you're going with this. I did have my share of operation blunders back then because my old teammates ran in blind in a mission... also, someone named Sammy stopped the KND strike? I thought those things have some super, ultra, top level, gigamax security coding on them?" Cree asked while she rested from her skating and was surprised at that they were nearly struck with an orbital mustard laser.
"Well, let's just say that Sammy's that good." Wayne continued to drink soda, "That and this place has a way of detecting potential attacks."
"Whatever you say, supplyman. Also, who's Sammy?" the double agent asked Wayne as she asked for her drink.
"Someone from your neighborhood. A certain home schooled kid whose actual name is Samir Duran." Wayne said bluntly as he drank his soda.
Cree sputtered and accidentally spat her drink on Wayne when the name of her neighbor was mentioned.
Author's note; Hope ya'll been enjoying all these bunched up chapters. They're short, thus I figured that it justified to group them up to reach at least 5K words per chapter. Let me know how you like the story so far! Reviews are always appreciated, even though I already written the entire first part of the series out…
Yeah, you heard me, it's gonna be a series. This entire fic will end up with over 300K words, so ya'll better strap in for a long story! And that just for the first book/season or whatever you wanna call it. I'm working on the sequel over on spacebattles, so look forward to this story's climax and how it'll transition to the next 'book'.