Ding-Dong

Nigel reeled his finger back after he pressed the doorbell. A collective of breath he had gathered exhaled once the deed was done. He had been standing there for a few minutes preparing himself for whatever lay on the other side of the Beetles' door. It wasn't just the concept of meeting Wally that had him in jitters, but the reactions of the elder Beetles themselves. Sure they tended to be a bit oblivious, all parents of KND operatives tended to be that way, but wouldn't they remember him?

His question would soon be answered as the door creaked open. The teen set his arms straight and waited for whoever decided to check who had dropped by. Finally, the wooden frame was fully pushed aside and he glanced up to see the interior. They had a nice living room. And that red couch looked rather inviting. Nigel shook his head and opened his jaw to speak, but any retort died once he realized no one was there to greet him. What the heck? Where was everybody? The door didn't just open by itself-

"G'day!"

The bald Brit was taken back by the jubilant response. The voice came from a few inches below him, and he lowered his shades as he peered downwards. Nigel then came into contact with a smiling miniature version of Wally. It was a blond toddler who appeared to be about three or four years old. His white t-shirt was covered in blotches of colors. He assumed they came from the crayons gripped in his palm.

Nigel's brow slowly arched its way upwards as he regarded the small boy. "Uh, hello?"

The small toddler lost his smile and adopted a curious expression as his gaze traveled further up. He then broke out into tiny giggles as he pointed a Nigel's scalp. "Bald!"

Well, he could honestly say he wasn't expecting that.

"Joey, dear! Where are ya?" An older woman's voice called out somewhere behind the toddler. Nigel looked back over the short child and watched as Mrs. Beetles came rushing out of a doorway dawned in a cooking apron. The mother trotted over to them both and her attention was fully on her offspring. "Are ya messin' with the doorbell again?"

Joey only laughed again as he beamed up at his mommy. "Bald!" He proclaimed yet again as he gestured towards Nigel.

"Wha?" The woman uttered confused as she glanced at the teen in the doorway. "Oh! Bald guest." She lightly exclaimed as she took the boy in. The weird hairstyles of kids today. Ignoring that, the blonde politely smiled as she greeted Nigel. "G'day dear. Can I help ya?"

Nigel was just staring at Joey as he finally recognized him. He was Wally's little brother. However, when the adult addressed him, the teen was snapped out of his train of thought. He looked up to her to show he was paying attention, but couldn't come up with anything to say at the moment. "Uh yes. I uh,... I'm-"

"Wait a sec, I know you!" She replied with a smile. Nigel looked shocked. Did she remember him? "You must be Ben!"

Nope. "Ben?"

"The exchange student. Am I roight?"

Exchange student? What was she... His eyes widened as he recalled Kuki's words then he schooled his features before he spoke again. "Yeah, that's me." He answered coolly. His alias was Ben, something, and he was an exchange student from England. Kuki probably didn't want to risk anyone recognizing his real name. The boy's hands clasped behind his back underneath his black carrier and tried to appear regal. "I'm Ben... uh, Diskin!" He exclaimed, recalling that name from somewhere. "Sorry, I'm so tardy. The bus ran a bit later than I expected."

"Oh no, it's alroight." Mrs. Beetles nodded as she moved aside, motioning him to come in. "You're just in time for dinner!"

At the woman's invitation, Nigel stepped forward into the house where he could see the inside in its full glory. The living room looked cozy and appealing with a large red couch and a decent-sized family television. The colors were bright with sky blue carpet flooring and an even lighter blue shade coating the walls. The walls and tables were framed with nick-nacks and pictures of the family. They seemed to vary from moments with Wally, Joey, Wally, and Joey together, or the older Beetles themselves and other family members.

Nigel scanned the pictures for those of just Wally. To get an idea of what he looked like before he met him in person. Just to make certain he wasn't too surprised. He'd had enough of them for one day. His first day back no less. Sadly, any picture of the blond Aussie was from his younger years. There didn't appear to be anything recent.

"Now," His eyes snapped to Mrs. Beetles as she began to speak again. Her hands reared down to take the crayons out of her toddler's hands while introducing herself. "I'm Mrs. Beetles, but ya can call me Aly if ya loike. This lil ankle bitter here is Joey."

"Hi, Bald!" Joey giggled again as he let go of the coloring utensils. Nigel just took it in stride and accepted that was what Joey was probably going to be referring to him as for the remainder of his stay.

"Uh yeah, Joey. Bald." Aly nervously laughed as her eyes shifted to Nigel conveying an apologetic look. She coughed into her hand before she spoke of her other family. "Ma husband, Sydney, is in the kitchen, and my other son is..." She trailed off as a door slammed above them. Nigel looked up as Aly groaned. "..upstairs." The woman stood up and let her younger son run off to whatever he had been up to and called out. "Wally! C'mon and meet Ben!" A few minutes passed and no one came down. Aly's face morphed into a frown. "Now!"

Nigel waited with bated breath as he finally heard the clatter of footsteps from above. He pinpointed their source and trailed along the ceiling with his eyes as the body slowly made its way to the stairs. With every thump, his pupils hopped down and down as Wally came closer and closer. Finally, a sneaker hit the bottom and he let out a sigh as he waited for the boy to turn to corner. That's when he saw him.

Around the staircase came a blond teen. As Nigel looked his friend over, he immediately focused on what hadn't changed about the Aussie. His hair was still trimmed in that bowl-cut fashion and his sparking emerald eyes carried the same amount of fight and defiance he remembered. But other than that, everything had altered. The most notable feature was his height. The operative had certainly hit a growth spurt somewhere within the last few years. If Nigel had to guess, he would say Wally was as Nigel himself used to be, if not an inch or two higher. Like Kuki, the boy had forgone his orange hoodie and adopted a darker shade of orange t-shirt that was bordering on a tank top. His baggy tan pants covered his legs and the tops of his sneakers.

Wally walked up to them, his head hanging down, bobbing to some foreign beat. Once in the living room, his gaze flicked up to his mother, and a hand rose to take one of his headphones out of his ear. "Yea mum, what..." His voice trailed off as he glanced in front of him to take in Nigel, his green pupils hiding a thin veil of surprise. "...is it."

"Glad ya could join us dear," Aly uttered as she shook her head. Her eyes opened to face the two stunned boys and started with the introductions, not knowing they weren't needed. "Ben, this lil scamp here is ma son Wally. Wally, this is Ben. The exchange student we told ya about."

A light smile came to Nigel's face as he finally greeted his old teammate. "Hello, Wally." He remarked as he raised his hand to wave.

The blond blinked a few times before he responded. "Yea. Hey, Ben." He muttered back, his face blank. Not knowing how to react to his bald friend's presence.

"What with all that kafulle, son?" Aly sternly questioned with her hands on her hips. "Were ya talking with those mates of yours?"

"They ain't ma mates, mum." Wally annoying answered as he rolled his eyes. "We're just in the same group. And I wasn't talkin' to 'em." He affirmed.

Aly arched one of her brows before a sly look appeared. "Oh? Then was that sheila?" Nigel watched on with amusement as Wally sharply turned away, his cheeks carrying a tint of red. Mrs. Beetles rolled her eyes. "Teenagers and their secrets." She waved it off and smiled. "Why dontcha get ta know yer new roomy while we wait on dinner? It should be ready at any tic of the clock-"

"Uh, hon?" A male voice nervously boomed out from the kitchen. "Are the carrots supposed to be this black?"

As soon as her husband asked his question, a cloud of heavy smoke flew over their heads. Aly groaned as she went to make sure Sydney didn't burn their house down. Leaving Nigel, Wally, and Joey alone in the living room. Well, Joey was more concerned about coloring in the world's first polka-dotted kangaroo in his drawing pamphlet, so it was really just Nigel and Wally.

The two teens looked away from Aly's retreating figure and gazed at one another. An awkward silence came over them for they had no clue on how to break the ice. Wally centered on a patch of carpet while he scratched his blond locks and Nigel counted the ceiling tiles while his fingers jingled with a zipper on his strap.

He didn't know why this seemed so hard. Kuki said the boy knew he was coming, so it couldn't have been out of shock. Nigel honestly didn't know what kind of greeting he would get from Wally. The Aussie hated getting all emotional and mushy. Perhaps a manly pat on the back, a playful punch, or...something. Not silence. Silence was out of character for the trash-talking Numbuh 4. Was that how he had changed? Was he a mute now?

"Hey, Numbuh 1."

The blond greeted again just to put something out there. Nigel halted mid-count as he saw Wally just standing there. Not intending to say much else. His face didn't show that much. Tiny underlings of frustration at best. But why? Shaking his head, the Brit decided to keep the slightly off conversation going. "Hello Numbuh 4. It's great to see you again."

"Same 'ere. I guess." Wally mumbled as his foot shuffled back and forth. "How's... y'know? Space?"

"Alright, I suppose," Nigel said, feeling nervous at how strained this all sounded. "Can't say it's boring since something is always happening."

"Ah. That's good." The blond uttered. "So, what's all this about? You being back 'n' all?"

"My superiors felt it best to send me down and handle the situation. It is my home world and all." Nigel batted off with a motion of the hand. "Same old stuff. Just here on another mission."

"Hm," Wally grunted as he frowned. He then looked away while folding his arms. "Just another mission." He repeated with a slightly heated tone.

Nigel was stumped when he thought he picked up on the tone of anger. What in the world was he mad about? "Is there something wrong, Wally?"

"Nah. Everything's fine." He harrumphed as he leaned into the wall adjacent to him. That frown still there marring his face. "Ain't nuthin ta worry your pretty bald head off."

Nigel frowned himself as Wally said that. But before he could comment on it, Aly reappeared from the kitchen, that motherly smile still on her expression.

"Grub's on!"

"... so then she goes into labor. Roight in the middle of the meetin'! Ya shoulda seen Mr. Boss' face!" Sydney exclaimed as he sprinkled a bit of pepper over his meal. "Poor bloke looked loike he was ready ta cark it."

The Beetles, plus one, were currently in the middle of their evening routine of supper. The head male of the family was divulging into his lately escapades at his office, while everyone else ate and listened simultaneously. Nigel slowly chewed on the food he had been presented, trying to think on how he should react to the story, and Wally just sat to his left. His elbow was propped on the hardwood table while his hand covered his face in embarrassment.

"Well, that's what he gets for lettin' 'er come in as far along as she was," Aly commented while trying to get her youngest to stop playing with his peas. "How was the babe?"

"The lil tike was fine, but they had ta deliver the thing roight in the office. Good thing those foreigner executive types had a medical background. But getting the new janitor ta clean up all the mess. Now that was the real snag..."

Mr. Beetles continued as such and Nigel just tuned him out. Not to be rude, but he had far more pressing matters to think about. Like his blond friend's situation. Nigel peeked over to his left to watch as Wally fiddled with his fork. He hadn't made a single attempt to talk to him during the whole course of dinner. Well, he didn't know what they could chat about in front of his current company, but he still couldn't shake the feeling something was amiss.

Finally deciding he had enough of all this, Nigel prepared to engage the boy in some form of conversation.

"So what's England loike, Ben?"

It took a moment for the comment to register in Nigel's mind. He glanced up from his plate to see the two Beetles glancing at him patiently. His eyes quickly flicked Wally, but the boy did not indicate anything. The Brit let out a sigh as he began, racking his brain for information. All he knew about England was from his dad's stories and that one trip a few years back. "Well...there's not that much to tell." He stumbled. "We got, uh, crumpets and... and biscuits."

"Yer lil lingo is cute." Aly giggled as she waved her hands. "According to your papers, ya live next ta Big Ben. Must be where ya got yer name."

"Yes." Nigel agreed with a timid smile. Why didn't Kuki inform him of what she wrote on his supposed papers? Was it 'mess with Nigel day'? "Big Ben certainly makes a big tick. Heh, heh."

"Ugh." Wally's light groan caught Nigel's attention and he watched on quietly as the blond teen sat up. "Mum. May I be excused?" He asked politely, not wanting to take any more of this boring crud.

"Oh c'mon sport." His dad cut in. "Dontcha wanna hear about Ben's stories?"

"Not really." Wally rattled as he rolled his eyes. "I'll ask 'im later. Can I go?"

Aly bit back a sigh at her son's attitude, but didn't see any reason not to let him go. "Alroight son, you can go."

Wally said nothing as he slid away from the table. His chair made a screeching noise, but he paid it no mind. Once his feet met the floor. He used one arm to push the chair back and the other to pick up his empty plate. The boy walked off, dumping his dishes in the sink and heading up back to his room.

Nigel kept an eye on Wally as he left. Once the boy disappeared around the corner, he went back to staring at his food. If he didn't believe something was bothering Wally before, then there was no doubt about it now. Had something happened? Well, of course, something happened. He'd been gone a long time. But he didn't know what was going on. Kuki was tight-lipped about the gang and had told him to talk to Wally himself.

The bald boy nodded as he set his objective. Before this mission could get underway he would have to have a chat with the blond Aussie. But he needed a way to get away from the Beetles. But how? Suddenly, his watch beeped catching everyone's attention. He knew it didn't hold any significance. It made the same noise every hour.

But they didn't know that.

"My goodness, how time flies!" He exclaimed as he gaped at his watch. "It's tea time!"

"Tea time?"

"Yes." Nigel nodded, making up a fib. "You see, back home we live in a different time zone. Right now would be the time where we go have a spot of tea while NOT being in the kitchen."

Sydney was confused. "Ya don't drink yer tea at the table?"

"Oh, no sir. That would be rude!" Nigel scoffed as he crossed his arms. "While I seem to lack tea, I would kindly ask to be excused so I may leave the kitchen. There are some traditions we hold sacred in my abode."

Aly blinked a few times before she smiled. "Oh of course ya can be excused dear. Learning about people's traditions is what this whole program is about!"

Nigel grinned, not believing they bought that ridiculous story. "Why thank you, ma'am." The Brit kicked away from his seat and pushed his chair back in. "I must be off. God save the Queen, and all that." He muttered as he ran out the kitchen and paced upstairs.

Sydney watched the lad go and the table was silent for a few moments. Finally, the Australian turned to his wife. "What a nice culture they have over there."

"I know." Aly nodded in agreement. "So sophisticated." Her eyes suddenly brightened as she got an idea. "Maybe we should have tea time before dinner from now on."

"Tea party!" Joey shouted as he pumped his fists into the air.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

A dull thumping noise was all that echoed throughout Wally's bedroom. The blond sat laid strewn out atop his sheets and repeatedly chucked his old worn rugby ball at the wall, expertly catching it as it bounced back to him. After a few more tosses, he stayed the ball and just frowned. He wasn't in a pleasant mood at the moment.

But why wasn't he? Nigel was back. Numbuh 1 had finally come home after so long. He should have felt overjoyed. But he didn't.

What? The big important best operative of the planet comes back down and expects everything to be okay? No. It didn't work that way. Nigel left. He left them. He left them to go on some stupid space adventure. They weren't exciting enough for him anymore.

At first, he thought it wouldn't be so bad. So Nigel had been chosen for some fancy program in Canada. They could still visit. But then he found out that Canada wasn't in space. How was he supposed to know that? Wally didn't care if he sounded selfish. Didn't care if others thought he was needed more somewhere else. They needed him here. They all used to be like family and Nigel was cool because he used to care about his family more than anything else.

But apparently, he was wrong about that. Numbuh 4 was always wrong about everything. It was a rule some cruddy big shot craved in stone. Because that was how it was supposed to work, wasn't it? Stupid.

The blond's face contorted with fury and he flung the ball harder than before. It impacted the wall with a bang and came back, colliding with his face. "Ow!" He yelped as he rubbed his stinging face. His arm flew around wildly in frustration and he felt it knock something off his counter. He fearfully looked over to see a picture frame flying across the room. "No!" Not that picture! Wally leaped up to try and catch it, but his body got tangled within his sloppy sheets. Some voice in the back of his head nagged that he should have listened to his mom and made up his bed. But that wasn't important and he just waited to hear that crack of glass that signaled the broken picture.

But it never came. The frame kept flying towards the open doorway and its flight was interrupted as a hand snapped up and caught it. Nigel lowered his arm as he gripped the picture safely within his hold. He adjusted his yellow-tinted shades as he viewed the girl in the photo. Then a rueful smile appeared. "Well, well..."

"Gimme that!" Wally fussed as he snatched the frame away. The teen walked back to his counter and placed the picture down, turning it away from prying eyes. His green pupils flicked back to the still smirking Nigel and growled. "Ah, quit starin' at me loike that!" He calmed down a bit and hopped back on his bed. He opened his lid some and rolled his eyes when he saw Nigel. Still grinning. "Take a picture. It'll last longer."

"It looks like you beat me to it," Nigel responded, gaining a flustered look from Wally. Deciding to stop messing with the boy, Nigel tried to catch up with the boy. "So how is everything? And I want an elaborate answer this time, Numbuh 4."

"You and ya big words," Wally grumbled as he picked on the rugby ball, tossing it into the air again. "And quit calling me that."

"Calling you what? Numbuh 4?"

"Yea. I'm too old to be in the Kids Next Door." He muttered as he caught the ball. "And I don't work for them oh-so-secretive TND types either. I'm my own boss now."

"So I've heard," Nigel said, his brows knitting together. "You're a free agent now."

"Kooks tell ya that?" Wally asked his gaze only straying towards Nigel to see if he heard him. At the Brit's nod, he looked away again. "What else did she tell ya?"

"Only what you've just confirmed." The operative said as he looked towards Wally with a level of worry. "I just hope you know what you're getting in."

"I know what I'm doing." The blond huffed. "Ya don't need a lot of book smarts in my line of work."

Nigel couldn't help but agree with that. Wally and Abby made up the team's street know-how department. "What is it that you do exactly?"

"I don't sell my information ta the guy with the biggest wad of cash if that's what yer gettin' at," Wally stated. "I work for the Teen Ninjas and get all I can on them and the adult's schemes. My data goes to Numbuh 3 and only Numbuh 3. It makes her job a lot easier till her thirteenth comes rollin' in."

"But why be a free agent?" Nigel questioned confused. "What you do is the same thing a teen spy would do. All their information goes straight to the Supreme Leader.

"Not everything." Wally countered. "There's always someone higher up, you know that. The Supreme Leader gets the information when they think she should. A whole lot of crud coulda been avoided if they hadn't held stuff back. I don't do that. Whateva I find, Kuki knows about it." His eyes closed as he smirked for the first time. "Kinda loike this traitor you've gotta track down."

At the mention of his target. Nigel became all business. "Do you know who it is?"

"Not really," Wally replied, dropping his smirk. "All I know is that we're gonna go down the docks this weekend to meet with someone who's trading some important information about the KND organization. Every branch of it." He flicked the sports ball to the side as he crossed his arms behind his head. "If ya wanna know who it is so bad, then go ask Numbuh 5, or someone in the TND. They would know. But it doesn't matta since we're gonna catch 'em soon."

"Where is Abby?"

Wally waved it off. "Dunno. On some mission on the West Coast, I think. What she does ain't none of my business. It doesn't matta if I give information to Kuki, I'm technically a bad guy to those blokes."

Nigel frowned at that. "You made that choice, Wally."

"Well, it was either that or getting' ma memories wiped." He growled with a small snarl. "I knew I wasn't TND material, and there was something I wasn't about to lose. Even for the Kids Next Door."

Nigel's eyes widened a bit as Wally said that. The boy was all for the KND. All of them were. Hearing this shocked him. "What was so important that you were willing to turn rouge for it?"

"I think it'd be best if ya don't know," Wally replied, failing to hide the bit of malice in it. He didn't feel like getting into it with the older boy.

But Nigel wouldn't let it go. "What is that supposed to mean?" Kuki had fed him that same line and he was sick of it. Wasn't he their friend? "You can't tell me just because you're upset with me for some reason?"

"No," Wally uttered as he glared at the bald boy. "I just don't wanna risk it. You're higher up than all of 'em."

"Are you trying to imply something?" Nigel rattled as his arms folded. "Because I can't seem to pick up on the hint."

"Don't play dumb with me!" Wally said with a louder voice as he lost some control of his temper. "For all I know, if I tell you why I did it, you could go take down that traitor, then turn me in as extra credit or something!"

All the anger that was building up in Nigel died as he backed away like he had been slapped. He just gaped at the blond, lost for words. How could he... "W-Wally, how could you say such a thing?" He uttered hurt. "You know I would never do something like that!"

"Well, you've done a lot of things I thought you'd never do!" Wally growled angered. "But stupid, dumb Numbuh 4 isn't supposed ta think. He'll just be wrong about everything!" He spat.

"What are you talking about-"

"You left!" The blond shouted. "You ditched us so you could go play spaceman or whateva ya wanna call it! The Numbuh 1 I thought I knew would never leave his friends behind!"

Nigel blinked a few times before he could form a response. "Is that what this is about? Wally, I thought you understood that I had to leave."

The Aussie snorted. "That's what I thought too, but then I got ta thinkin'. No one said you had ta leave. Ya coulda said no! They only picked ya. I didn't hear anyone say ya had to go. You had a choice too, Numbuh 1, and you made it clear! You made it clear that we weren't good enough for ya!"

"It was for a noble cause! It was bigger than all of us!"

"Yea. Fighting to get rid of the disease of adulthood." The blond mocked. "Real noble."

"It's more than that!" Nigel defended. "I fight to keep all the kids of the galaxy safe. Safe from sick adults who make Father look like a saint! You need to stop being so selfish Wally!"

"Oh. I'm selfish?" Wally said as he lifted a brow. "I had ta watch my mate, the kid I looked up to, leave all his friends, family, and everyone who cared about 'im behind so he could go play in space and stay a kid forever and never hafta grow up like everyone else. He gets to do all that, and I'm selfish?" He asked, waiting for Nigel's reply.

The bald wanted to say something. But his mind was coming up with blanks. Right when he was going to say something, Wally spoke up.

"Don't call me selfish. You don't know what's happened! You left because you were 'the best'. You left because ya wanted ta be important. You left because you were the one being all selfish!" With that said Wally "hmphed" and turned away from the bald teen.

Nigel stood there stunned at his friend's words. He had no idea he felt that way. But he was wrong. He wasn't selfish... Was he? "Wally-"

"Don't worry." The blond interrupted, still not looking at him. "I'm still gonna help ya with the traitor. That guy needs his butt kicked. But other than that, don't expect any more favors." A few minutes passed, and he could still tell Nigel's presence was there. "Buzz off. I'm done talkin'."

The teen wanted to say something else. But sighed and figured it would be best to wait for him to calm down. Nigel moved to the door, looking back at Wally once more. But the blond still didn't glance at him, so he retreated into the hall.

Nigel pulled the door open easily. Not letting go until he heard the click of the knob. He turned around and walked down the hallway, and almost had a heart attack when almost collided with someone. "Mrs. Beetles!" He gasped at the woman.

"Oh! 'Scuse me, Ben!" Aly replied as she let go of the staircase railing. "Just comin' up ta check on ya." She noticed his depressed expression and fretted over it. "Is something wrong, dear?"

"No, ma'am," Nigel said as he tried to hide his emotion. "I just had a little chat with Wally."

"Oh." The woman nodded in understanding. "You'll have to forgive his cranky attitude. Wally ain't that sociable of a boy anymore." She sighed sadly.

"Why is that?"

"Well, he hangs around them other teens, but he don't talk fondly of 'em." Aly began. "He used ta have a really good set of mates a few years back. He spent more time with them than us I could say honestly."

Nigel shifted his eyes a bit. Maybe he could get something out of Wally's mom, he couldn't get from the Aussie himself. "What happened to them?"

Aly gave him an apologetic look for the second time that night. "I can't say much dear. I don't remember a lot about them." She said. It was as if someone wiped her mind of those four other children. But that was silly talk. "I do know that there were these two boys he thought the world of. But one moved away a long time ago, and the other was in some accident."

"A-Accident!" Nigel asked a tad bit frightened. "What kind of accident?"

"Don't know, but he and his family moved away once he recovered." Despite that, Nigel breathed a sigh of relief. "But those two were his best mates. Them up and leaving really hurt him." Aly took a peek at her watch and made a noise in the back of her throat. "Enough about that. C'mon." she motioned as she began moving down the hall. "I'll show ya where you'll be staying."

Nigel followed the woman, but his thoughts wouldn't stay still. This was all starting to become too much. From what he just heard, Hoagie had been in some type of accident and Abby really didn't bother to speak with Kuki or Wally anymore. Maybe the Asian girl was right. Perhaps it would be better if he didn't know what had happened. Less to think about when this was all over.

But Wally's words kept coming back. As he thought of his hurt friend's reasoning, he couldn't help but begin to doubt his own. He joined the Galactic Kids Next Door to fight adult tyranny on a universal scale. To fight for what he believed in for as long as he could. That's what was going through his mind around the time of his departure. But...had Wally been right?

Had he really just been acting selfish?

There's that. Hope you guys like it!

I'm excited because the next chapter is where the action begins! The next few chapters will be dealing with the Teenz.

But so many questions left unanswered. Who was Kuki talking to, who is 74.239 working for?

And what about Abby, Hoagie and The Traitor, whoever it may be?

R&R! Stayed tuned.

Later.