If Nigel was indecisive on the matter before, then Wally's disguise sold him. Once this mission was over, he was never wearing a wig again. Be it professional or a fake carpet cut.

"This is ridiculous!" The Brit fussed as his fingers scratched around his scalp. The material from the Aussie's homemade 'wig' was driving him mad. And the worst of it was that the itch was coming from under the material, which meant he couldn't attack the nuisance directly without showing that it was fake. But still, "I think I would've taken my chances with going in bald!" He hissed as his nails dug into his skin.

"At least it's workin'," Wally mumbled from his side. The two had gotten past the guard without problem and were in the dock compound. "No one's given ya the light of day." He expressed as he motioned around him.

As much as he disliked it, Nigel had to agree with him. He had initially worried that the teens would analyze him if he seemed familiar, but they were far too busy with whatever they were doing. And the few that did peek his way never gave him a second glance. The wig was having an effect. He just wished he didn't have to wear the thing.

"So where exactly is the deal taking place?" Nigel asked trying to take his focus off the itchy wig. Besides, it was best to get out any last-minute questions before it was too late.

"In the warehouse." The blond pointed out as they took in the large building they were approaching. "They're movin' out old boxes ta make some room for when yer guy gets here."

"So there's nothing but junk in those crates?" The Brit asked as he watched two teens hefting up a wooden box. The two grunted and slowly turned around the corner before they moved out of sight. "I had thought they were storing Teenager weaponry or something."

"Nah. They keep all their tech in The Point's secret basement nowadays." The Aussie frowned as if remembering something. "I gotta remember to set a bomb there next week."

"Right." Nigel slowly drawled after adjusting his shades. The duo stopped in front in front of the massive slider doors that led to the inside. The space operative narrowed his gaze and limbered his muscles. It was now or never. He turned to his companion and smirked. "Ready?"

Wally just stared at Nigel's friendly gesture, as if not sure how to react. Finally, he just decided a neutral nod as his hands gripped the bars. "I've been ready." With that said, he grunted as he opened the doorway. The sliders creaked loudly, echoing throughout the entire docks. Everyone clapped their ears as they waited for the horrible screeching to stop.

"Hey, hey!" A voice from inside yelled as a fist grabbed the doors. Wally and Nigel stepped back as the body of a teen emerged from inside. "I thought I told yous guys to use the back … He-ey! If it ain't ma main man Bee-tles!" The boy jovially greeted as he slapped the Aussie on the back. "'Bout time you got here. Ya had me thinking you weren't gonna show."

"I said I would be 'ere, didn't I?" Wally asked, agitation obvious. Well, obvious to Nigel. The teen didn't seem to pick up on it. "I got a life y'know, Rick. I got other things to do 'fore I help out you guys."

Rick snickered as he elbowed the blond. "These 'other things' wouldn't happen to concern this secret girlfriend of yours would it?" At the Aussie's growl, the guy backed off. "That hurts, Wall. And here I thought we were friends. Mates. Or whatever you call it."

Wally crossed his arms as he glared at the older boy. "Don't call me Wall. And we ain't friends, Rick. And I got no shame in admittin' that."

Rick didn't let it deter him, he just continued to chuckle that annoying chuckle of his. "Of course, ya don't Beetles, and that's what I like about you. You're an honest straight shooter. I can respect that." The teen's smirk dimmed down when he finally noticed the figure standing beside Wally. Rick found himself standing a bit straighter at the shade wearing the boy's blank gaze. He could feel his glare underneath those shades. He frowned himself as he gave the kid a once over. "What? This your friend then?"

"He's a recruit," Wally answered while avoiding the other question. "He's good stuff, and I brought him to sign him up."

"Hmm." Rick contemplated as rubbed his chin. "Well, we usually don't let newbies in on big shindigs like this, but then again we could always use an extra pair of eyes. Or four in his case." He lightly joked. He then tried to stand a bit taller to seem more threatening to the Brit. "What's your name, kid?"

Nigel lightly arched a brow at the teen. Was he trying to intimidate him? The prospect made him chuckle slightly. He had faced alien teenagers ten times his size. This poser didn't scare him. The shade-wearing boy folded his arms as he coldly addressed the black-haired guard. "Ben."

"That so?" Ricky mumbled, not liking how the boy was passively dissing him. A shadow of a smirk appeared as he decided a little 'test' was in order.

"So ya want in on our little operation here, Benny?" He then grinned as his fist quickly shot to deck Nigel's face. "Let's see what ya got-AH!" He yelped as his plan backfired. His fist didn't land anywhere near Nigel's face. Faster than he could blink, the Brit's hand snapped up and caught the teen's oncoming blow. Taking it a step further, Nigel twisted the teen's wrist and brought him down to his eye level.

"Go take your games somewhere else, Ricky." The boy smirked as he released his grip on the teen. "Because I didn't come to play."

As he watched the scene play out, Wally couldn't help but laugh as Rick was taken down a few notches. "Ya gonna let us in, Rick? Or is Ben here gonna hafta knock you around some more?" He asked as the teen in question tried to shake off the pain in his wrist.

"Geez!" Rick hissed as he rattled his fist about, trying to bring feeling back into it. He snarled at the now blanked face Nigel but knew the kid had proved his point. "Yeah. Come on in Beetles. I'm sure we got a spare BRA for your 'recruit' here." The teen then turned and opened the door the rest of the way, much to the discomfort of everyone's ears.

Wally and Nigel stepped inside while the teen closed the door as quietly as he could. While he was doing that, the Brit took the opportunity to scan the area. The interior certainly was huge. The level they were on was filled with hordes of teenagers and towers of old unused boxes no one had cared to move. Further into the room was a large table with heavily armed teens conversing around it.

'They must be in charge.' Nigel guessed to himself. He then altered his gaze skyward the take in the upper level. To his far right was an old rusted stairway that led up the metal walkway near the ceiling. There were nowhere as many teens up there then there was down below, and by the looks of it, they weren't taking their duties that seriously.

Nigel reached into his pocket and produced a thin strip of gum. As he plopped it into his mouth, his eyes leaped from the deal table to the metal walkways. His mind was already formulating a game plan.

"Okay." Ricky started as he wandered back over to the two. "In case you forgot Beetles, Paul is in charge here. You're gonna be his third bodyguard in case this 'seller' is a setup."

"Whateva." The Aussie shrugged. He met Nigel's gaze out of the corner of his eye and discretely nodded. "What about Ben?"

"Oh yeah." Rick frowned as he analyzed Nigel, wondering where he could put to make sure he didn't have to see him. The little punk sprung his wrist! "I don't care what kind of 'good stuff' he is. He's still a newbie. Just have him go-"

"Hey, Rick!" A burly-looking teen called out from across the room. The tall teen officer crossed his arms as he glanced at Wally and Nigel with a pensive eye. "I gotta talk to you."

"Sure thing!" Rick answered before he brushed past the duo. "Just put him somewhere where he can't get into trouble Wall."

Wally glared at Rick's retreating back as he walked on. Finally, he scoffed as he turned to the Brit. "Man, I hate that loser."

"Tell me about it." Nigel agreed before he switched to mission mode. "But it's better that way. Listen, I think I have we can go about this."

"I'm all ears."

"The tradeoff is going down at that table, correct?" He asked pointing to the center of the room. Wally peeked over the operative's shoulder and nodded. "And see the walkway up there?" Once again, the Aussie nodded. "Well, if I can make my way up there, then I have a decent shot when the Traitor arrives."

"Sounds ace ta me." Wally agreed as he peered up himself. The blond slowly smirked as he played the scenario out in his head. "It sounds real ace. Heh. Once the KND barges in, everyone will go nuts in 'ere. With so many blokes running 'round lioke headless chickens, you can take down this guy and blame it on bad aim."

"Oh, you know how terrible a shot I am." Nigel joked along with a tiny grin. Suddenly his grin fled when he felt eyes on him. Using his shades to his advantage, he peeked a glance to the left where he felt the stare was coming from. It was Rick and that other teen he was talking to. They were both glaring at him as they spoke about something. The officer whispered something in Rick's ear and the boy nodded.

As he started walking back to them, Nigel averted his gaze before anyone would notice. He tried to focus on whatever Wally was saying, but he couldn't shake the feeling something else was going on. He tsked it off as he labeled it as some pre-mission jitters. It was his first mission back on Earth in years and he was after some important figure. The stakes were high and he was just getting a tad nervous. That's all. But still, with the way his brows knitted and his hands instinctively felt for his hidden weapons...

Something was wrong.

"Hey? Are ya listening?"

Nigel snapped out of his daze and offered Wally a curious look. After a few moments, Nigel nervously chuckled and scratched at his wig once more. "Sorry. Got lost in thought."

Wally rolled his eyes and groaned. Man, it took all of his courage to say it and the guy wasn't even paying attention. He was about to wave it off and tell him to forget it. But, if he didn't say it now, he might never get the chance again. The blond's gaze wavered to the floor as he shuffled his foot. He sighed as he began again. "I...I just wanna say, um, crud." He was never good with this mushy crap. At the Brit's stare, he decided to come out with it. "I just wanted ta say I'm-"

"Hey, Walls." They both heaved a groan as Rick interrupted whatever the blond was about to say. Rick was smirking at them, but it didn't feel like a friendly smirk. Nigel couldn't help but think it held a more sinister meaning. Then teen's eyes gleamed before he patted Wally on the arm. "C'mon, buddy. The deal's about to go down."

Both of their eyes bulged. Had that much time passed already? Wally was the one to voice the surprise. "The seller is here? As in, roight now?"

Rick's grin seemed to deepen as he chuckled a bit. "Yep. They're right outside checking him out." He then motioned towards the table where everyone else was flocking to. "Let's go."

"Hold up." Wally interrupted. "Is it alroight if Ben goes and sits this thing out on the upper level?" He asked, hoping to put their plan into action.

Rick arched a brow at the request. He looked from Wally to Nigel himself. For a moment, his face was blank, but then he showed off his pearly whites as he chuckled lowly again. "Yeah. That'll work out fine." He then turned and left the two to their musings, all the while secretly pulling out his communicator to alert to upper guards. "It'll work out just fine."

Wally paid Rick no attention as he left. The boy turned to Nigel and sighed. "I guess this is it."

"It seems that way." The Brit raised his fist and looked down at it as he clenched it. The next few minutes would decide it. Whether the mission ended in success or failure. The Brit adjusted his shades as he gripped the strap of his carrier.

Nigel Uno didn't know the meaning of the word 'failure'.

"How will you get out?" He asked as he looked up to Wally one more time. "I have Booger Transport," he shivered at that, "but what's your exit strategy?"

"Don't sweat it." Wally quelled. "Teen Ninjas always have an escape vehicle stored somewhere. I'll just hitch a ride with all the cowards gettin' out." He then pounded his fists together as he laughed. "That is after I whip the Decommissioning Squad into decent shape. Those kiddies have been slouching these past few times."

"Hm. Glad to see that you're still a fighter." The Brit then looked towards the center. The traitor would be here any minute. This would probably be the last time he talked to the Aussie. "Wally. I know you may not like it, but I really do have to leave once I'm done here." He glanced up at the blond giving him an apologetic look. "I still have my duties to uphold."

Wally glared at Nigel as he clenched his fist. "So that's what ya want, huh?"

Nigel looked down when he said that. He didn't know what he wanted anymore. But, "What I want doesn't matter Wally. I have a job to do." He then set his look at the younger teen and held his hand out. "But I know one thing I don't want is to leave on bad terms. No matter what happens, I would like to think we're still friends."

Wally stared at Nigel's hand. Not really knowing what he should do. What would this mean anyway? Would it even matter? He was still leaving. The blond reeled his arms back and folded them across his chest and Nigel lowered his hand, slightly upset at the rejection. But then Wally offered him a cheeky grin and chuckled. "Just make sure ta get this traitor guy. I'll have ya back."

Nigel slowly smiled seeing that was probably the best he would get out of the boy. They then jumped as someone called out for everyone to get ready. The Brit turned to give the blond a KND salute and took off. "Good luck." However, he halted as he quickly snapped to the teen. "Wait! I have something for you." He mumbled as he fumbled in his pocket.

Wally curiously glanced at the boy as he pulled out two ballpoint pens from his pocket. He then stumbled as one was shoved into his hand. "Wha?"

"Just in case things get a little hectic and you need some more firepower." Nigel explained as hid his own pen.

Wally glanced from Nigel, then to the object in his hand. "This is a pen." He uttered absurdly.

"It's not a pen, it's a very dangerous weapon." He then turned to the stairway but looked over his shoulder to give Wally one final warning. "Use it only when necessary." With that, he sprinted up the stairway, hoping to get into position before the Traitor got here.

Wally blinked at Nigel's retreating form and concluded that he needed to get moving as well. But still, he looked in his hand at the writing utensil. He raised it in the air and yelled out to where he guessed Nigel was.

"This is a PEN!"

"He'll be coming up any second now. Get that carrier bag away from him. There's no telling what he's got in there."

"Copy that." A teen obediently uttered as he lowered his hand from his headset. He then returned to leaning against the railing waiting for 'spy' or whatever to get up here. The boy idly scratched at his chin when he came across a long strand of hair. Curious, he plucked it out. Ow.

"Excuse me." A shade-wearing boy muttered as he brushed past him. The teen did a double take as he took in the teen's appearance. Red t-shirt, black combat shorts, and those yellow shades. That was his guy.

"Wait a sec." He hurriedly called out to make sure the boy didn't get too far. Nigel stopped and peeked over his shoulder to show he was paying attention somewhat. The teen guard adjusted his features before he spoke. He didn't need the Brit getting wise. "Sorry pal, but I gotta take that carrier bag. Standard protocol and all."

Nigel suspiciously gazed at the teen guard and that bad feeling came rushing back. Small signs gave it away. Light tremors in the hands, twitching brow. Something fishy was definitely going on here. He just wished he knew what it was.

The Brit turned towards the teen slightly, his left hand secretly pressing into a compartment of his bag Kuki had told him about. "Why exactly do you need my bag?"

The teen bit back a curse as he tried to come up with something. "H-Hey, I don't make the rules pal. I just follow 'em, y'know?"

"Yes." Nigel then gave a friendly smile as he quickly tossed the teenager his carrier bag. The operative gave a small wave before he walked on. "I wouldn't want you to get into trouble."

The teen blinked as Nigel walked further down the walkway. He then chuckled as he gripped the bag in his hand. He was a master of persuasion. Curious, his hand moved to the zipper to open the bag. If the guy was a spy, then he was bound to have some cool gadgets. But his dreams of swinging around with a grappling hook were shot down when he realized the zipper wouldn't budge. "Wha?" He moved to another one only to get the same result. Locked.

"Aw man, that blows!" He whined as he lowered his arms. He was at least hoping for a can of knockout gas. Oh well. Seeing it was useless, the teen tossed the bag over the side to fall behind a stack of crates on the lower floor. At least now the spy would be defenseless.

Meanwhile, the 'spy' was silently thanking whoever designed that bag. There was no telling what those teens would have done with 2x14 technology. But he didn't need to worry about that now. The bag was locked and he had enough spare weapons hidden on his person to get by.

But now the mission had gotten a bit more complicated. Not only would he have to track down his bag, but now he had worries of what the teens were up to. He wasn't blind. The way Rick and that guard acted, and how every teen he had passed gave him a glare when they thought he wasn't looking. He tried telling himself it was nothing, but those bad vibes were there. His only regret was that he didn't have the time to warn Wally. But the blond could handle himself.

Speaking of the blond, Nigel stopped once he looked down and saw Wally standing next to other teen bodyguards. Everyone was placed around the table. The leader, his associates, and the security detail that consisted of Wally and some other guys. All the other teens gave the table a wide berth and formed a defensive ocean around the table. They were all ready.

Nigel glanced at the teens lazing about around him, then pressed his hands against the railing. His eyes met with Wally's for a millisecond and they nodded, conveying to each other that they were set. The Brit activated his S.H.A.D.E.S and saw that the Decommissioning Squad was moving around the area as well. All the players were there. All except-

The back doors screeched open, drawing everyone's attention to them. A group of heavily armed Teen Ninjas paraded in, their faces hidden behind their helmets. But Nigel didn't care about them. He was dead set on the person they were escorting in.

In the center of the group was a person walking with cautious steps. A rather chubby boy with light brown hair and glasses. He was dressed in a clunky set of Battle Ready Armor, and his hand gripped at a suitcase he was carrying to the table.

Nigel bit his lip when the boy entered. That looked a lot like Hoagie. But when he zoomed in with his S.H.A.D.E.S, he breathed a sigh of relief. The boy's eyes were too close together, and the nose was too large. It wasn't his pilot friend.

Despite the joy that it wasn't his pal, Nigel couldn't help but feel disappointed. He was kind of expecting someone he was close to. Somebody he had a deep history with. Adds to the drama and suspense right? But this guy... Well, he looked somewhat familiar. But other than that... The Brit shook his head and took out the 'pen' he had hidden and trained it on the boy. He still had a mission to complete. Angst feelings or not.

Down near the table as the boy approached, Wally's brows rose into the air as he took in the guy. He...wasn't what he was expecting. He thought it would be someone more cool and badass. This guy was a nerd! Well, Hoagie was a nerd, but he was badass. But still, that was Hoagie. And now wasn't the time to think about that. This nerd had the data Nigel was after, so he was the Traitor. Still, he didn't ever recall seeing this loser in the Kids Next Door.

The teen leader looked on with a straight face as the guy put the suitcase on the table. He looked from that to the brown-haired boy, then smirked. "Hm. You actually brought it in?"

"A show of good faith I guess." The boy who handled the suitcase shrugged. "We can't open it until we get the key. And we'll get that once the deal is done."

Wally pursed his lips. Confused. From the sounds of it, it was like this guy couldn't open the case if he wanted to. The blond leaned to the left to ask Rick. "Hey. When's this thing gonna start?"

"Pretty soon." He got his answer, but it wasn't from Rick. He snapped his head towards the suitcase-carrying boy, who was glaring at him with a cheeky smirk. "We can't start this without her. But she won't come in until we dispose of the problem."

'She? Problem?' "Rick, what's that supposed ta-" Wally then paled as all the teens reared on, aiming their wrist lasers right for his head. The Aussie tensed, fearful that if he moved, they wouldn't think twice about leaving a smoking hole in his noggin. "What the hell is goin' on 'ere!" He raged

"Standard procedure, Beetles." The leader spoke with spite as he turned to snarl at the blond. His lips crinkled into a grin as every other teen prepped their weapons as well. "You know what we do with snitches around here." He then drooped his grin as he looked up to the walkway. "Same goes for your little 'recruit'."

'It's a trap!' Nigel hastily thought as he turned around. But then the boy froze as the lazy teens showed they weren't so lazy after all.

"Don't move a muscle." A girl spoke out as her laser hummed. She then let out a low chuckle as her lips quirked. "It would be a shame if I had to shoot a guy with such cute hair."

Nigel glanced up to the fake carpet wig atop his head and resisted the urge to slap himself. These teens were still idiots. "At least some things haven't changed."

Wally growled as the teens around him laughed. How did they know? He had always been careful. Which was saying something because he hated to play it safe. Boring. But it was obvious either he had slipped up, or someone had set them up.

"What makes ya think I'm a snitch Paul?" Wally tried to stall. If he could keep them talking, the Decommissioning Squad might have time to attack. "Sure, I neva loiked any of ya, but I was always straight up about it."

"I'll give you that, Beetles." Paul agreed as he crossed his arms. "In fact, because of that certain information, I wasn't ready to believe that tip about you. But then I got ta thinking. You're honest. Too honest. You have to lie every once in a while in this kind of game."

"That's it?" The blond asked indecorously, all the while wondering who he would have to beat down for blowing his cover. "You think I'm against ya 'cause I'm honest?"

"Yea, honest. And honest people like you would warn goody-two-shoes like the Kids Next Door!" The leader raged as he counted off his fingers. "The Pep-Rally. The Big Bash. Our last football game of the season! All those operations were totaled by the KND! But who was always there when it happened? You were!" Paul snarled. "Those rumors about 'Teen Spies' were right! You're one of them!"

Great. Both his and the TND's cover was blown. "So what if I am?" He played along. Just a little longer. "It's just you guys. And you ain't got any proof." The blond smirked as things started to go in his favor. "And with all the stuff I've done for this organization, you're gonna need a lot of it."

"Heh. You're a crafty one." Paul chuckled. "You're right. With all the things you've done for us, for the Seniors personally, it'll take some hard evidence to bring you in." He then laughed as he motioned to the table. "But you've forgotten what this whole deal is about! All the dirt we'll ever need on you KNDorks is tucked away in the case. And once we buy it, we'll get the adults on our side, and you babies are done for." He then snapped his fingers and the teens prepared to open fire. "Face it. You and your little friend lose."

Wally frowned as Paul said that. However, he felt the ground rumble and metal whirs coming from outside. The blond smirked up to Nigel who returned it. "Ya got me there mate." Wally shrugged. He then chuckled as he crossed his arms. "But I guess I had it comin'. I ratted you guys out, so it's only fair that someone ratted me out."

Paul's smile dropped as he took in Wally's threat. "Whaddya mean you ratted us-"

BOOOM!

His question was interrupted as the building around them seemed to implode. Walls crashed down and a combined cloud of smoke and dust overcame the teen forces. They were racked with coughs and grunts as their hands rapidly waved to clear the fog. Finally, their vision returned and the first things they saw were large D.O.H-D.O.H walkers and platoons of KND elites.

The Decommissioning Squad had arrived.

"Alright, you stupid teenagers!" A young voice yelled out. The hatch of the lead D.O.H-D.O.H opened to reveal a red-haired boy. Numbuh 85, Head of Decommissioning and younger brother of Fanny Fulbright. The operative glared at all the teens below him. "As of right now, you are all under arrest and can look forward to some high-quality decommissioning!" He then smirked as his thumb hovered over the trigger. "So, are we gonna do this the easy way? Or the hard way?"

"Kids Next Door!" Paul raged. He then snapped to Wally and gripped him by the front of his shirt. "You damn snitch! I'll make you pay for this!"

"Sorry, mate. But after this, you won't even remember my name." Wally then glared as he kneed the teen in the gut. As Paul crumpled over Wally quickly snapped his wrist laser and fired off at Numbuh 85's D.O.H-D.O.H. Hoping to provoke the kid, if he was anything like his sister.

The young redhead yelped as the beam scrapped the tips of his hairline. Once it passed, he leapt up and his face reddened in anger. "Oh. So that's how it's gonna be eh?" He then balled his fist and threw it across his chest. "KIDS NEXT DOOR! BATTLE STATIONS!" Kids yelled as they fired their weapons. The teens scrambled to fight back as D.O.H-D.O.H mechs rounded them up. It may not have been how it was planned, but the KND struck when they were supposed to.

Wally grunted as he ducked an oncoming hook from a teen. He buried his fist in the guy's stomach then reared his leg in as he back kicked someone sneaking up from behind. The blond crouched low and scanned the chaos the best he could. He suddenly snapped his wrist up and shot away two KND elites as they got too close. However, his victory was short-lived a teen kicked him to the floor. The Aussie flipped on his back and saw the BRA-wearing fighter about to leap on him. Wally brought his knees up and the teen landed on them with a painful grunt. Snarling, the blond grabbed the teen's shoulders and swung the boy over his body only to slam him down as hard as he could.

He kicked himself upwards and glared at everyone around him. This was crazy; everyone was out to get him. Kids and teens. He wasn't worried about the KND at first. The teens would be his cover. But things had changed now that they knew he was a spy. He cursed again once he remembered that he planned on escaping with the teens. Now what?

Remembering what he came here for the first place, he quickly looked over to the table only to find the case containing the data was gone. He fretfully looked around trying to find it. If it got into the wrong hands, the Kids Next Door organization was done for. Wally stopped as he saw the tubby boy who brought it in trying to escape. "HEY!" He roared over the sounds of battle. "GET BACK HERE!"

On the upper level, Nigel snapped his attention to his attackers once the battle began. "It's been fun," He then snapped his hand, pointing his 'pen' at the teens. "but I have a job to do."

At seeing his weapon, the teens laughed out loud. "What are you going to do with that pen? Ink us to death? Ha ha ha- AHH!" The laughter died as one of the teens was blasted away by a blue high-powered beam. They looked back from the down teen to Nigel who was holding the pen, the tip smoking.

The Brit laughed as he folded back the clip of the pen, holding it like a tiny gun. His thumb stayed on the button while he smirked. "It's not a pen, it's a P.E.N.C.I.L. Get it right."

Galactic 2x14: P.E.N.C.I.L.

Class: Offensive

Rank: Level 3 Tech.

Pen. Emits. Negatively. Charged. Ion. Laser.

One teen growled as Nigel charged his weapon. "Who comes up with these stupid acrony- YAH!" He yelled as he was shot away.

Nigel dodged to the left as the teens opened fire. He took down one then rolled forward to avoid getting hit. His hand leaped out and pushed against the floor sending him into an aerial flip. While in the air, he fired his P.E.N.C.I.L taking down two teens and his foot landed on the face of another. He pushed off the guy's face and landed on the floor in a crouch.

Hearing a commotion to his left, he snapped his gaze to see a group of teenagers coming down the walkway. Getting an idea, the operative held the button of his pen to fire a continuous beam of energy. Aiming it at the floor, Nigel used to laser to cut through the metal of the walkway to hopefully detach part of the walkway before they reached him. It worked. The laser receded and the metal of the walkway gave way. With a loud snap, the part of the walkway could no longer hold itself up and it crumbled downwards. The teens rushing at him lost their balance and tripped and tumbled, falling into the fray below.

Nigel lowered his weapon once he realized the threat had passed for now. He then walked over to the railing to see the brawl going on below. It was madness. Teens were trying their best to hold off the Decommissioning Squad, but with the kids' larger numbers and D.O.H-D., it would be over soon.

But his mission was still on. He growled as he only saw that the traitor and the suitcase were nowhere in sight. Not that he could tell. Everyone was either a kid or a teen from this view. Figuring he was wasting time, Nigel pressed his watch to activate the tracker he put in his bag. It would be wise to get that before someone else found it.

CRASH!

Nigel fell to the floor as something barreled through the wall a few meters away from him. As debris patted off his skin, the Brit looked up to see the head of a D.O.H-D.O.H had left a hole in the wall from the outside. The turrets under it's cockpit opened fire on the teens below. The operative tried to back away as silently as he could, but then the head craned its neck and had him in his sights. For a moment, it did nothing, but then it suddenly jerked its neck upwards and slammed its head down on the walkway. Destroying it and sending Nigel flying through the warehouse.

"AHHHHH!" He screamed as his body twirled while he flew. He suddenly got the idea to turn on his jet boots and alter his flight. But it came too late for he crashed into a pile of forgotten crates.

"Ugh." The boy groaned in pain as he sat up, the wood digging into his skin. Snarling, he threw away the wig covering his face and looked around him. The yells and roars of battle were still going on loudly but no one was over here.

Nigel hissed as he plucked a large splinter from his arm, ignoring the slight trail of blood that followed. He got to his feet and dusted himself off, intent on pressing on. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a strap and pushed aside a few broken wood planks to reveal his carrier bag. What luck.

The Brit put his bag back and reloaded his P.E.N.C.I.L. This wasn't over yet. Suddenly, he watched as a shadow dashed by a few meters down and headed outside. Frowning, he set out after the person.

"Where are ya!" Wally yelled with a heavy layer of frustration. How could one fat little nerd get away from him?

As he ran, he saw a teen turning in his direction. Not stopping, Wally charged forth and held out his arm, clotheslining the poor schmuck as he passed. He skidded to a halt as another teen jumped out in front of him and started attacking wildly. Wally weaved to the left and the fist flew past his head. His hand then snapped up to grab the teen's arm. He held the guy there and vented out his anger by leaving a few good decks to the guy's face.

"OW! GAH! PL-PLEASE!" The teen cried as he began to feel red liquid flowing down into his eyes. "STOOOP!"

"You pansy!" Wally hissed. He only finally halted his attack when a few teeth flew out. Growling, Wally took both hands and threw the poor guy over his shoulder, slamming him into a crate that was nearby.

Wally scoffed at the pained whimpers coming from the guy. He didn't have time for this. Suddenly, he looked down to see a group of KND elites rushing to him. Glancing to his left, he shamelessly kicked at a tower of boxes. The wooden crates teetered and toppled over on top of the kids, stopping them in their tracks. Their agonized screams echoed long after the crash.

The blond was about to turn to go and find the nerd with the information, but a hand on his shoulder caused him to snap on the guy. "HAA!"

"WALLY! Calm down!" Nigel shouted as he caught the Aussie's wrist an inch away from his face. "It's me!"

"Well don't sneak up on me!" The blond hissed as he ran a hand through his hair. "GEEZ! I hate that!"

"What's wrong with you?" Nigel asked concerned as he took in the damage the Aussie had done. The broken form of the bleeding teen lying in the remains of the crate clutching his bent nose. Then the bruised, crying children trying to get out from under the boxes Wally had knocked over. "This brutality is uncalled for!"

"Oh, they'll get ova it!" Wally fumed. "It was either them or the mission. And if I learned anything from you, it's that the mission comes first!"

Nigel winced when Wally said that. He then took another look at the pain the blond had caused and found his determination wavering. "Not...not like this." He didn't think he would ever forget about this.

"Oh stop, they know what they signed up for." Wally huffed. "Besides, that nerd is gettin' away!"

"Nerd?" Nigel blurted confused. "Wait, the traitor?"

"I guess, look, if we don't hurry up, he'll be gone!"

Nigel turned to the direction he was running in before he stopped. "Someone snuck out the back. I'll bet top dollar it was him."

Wally nodded as he prepared to set out with the Brit. "Well then let's-"

"FREEZE TEENAGERS!" They both turned to see a small group of elites had them surrounded. All the kids glared as they readied their new 2x4 rifles.

"Just great." Nigel hissed as he tried to train his laser pen on the leader. "This is wasting time!"

"For me." Wally suddenly said as he stepped in front of Nigel. He looked over to the Brit with a grin. "I told ya I would have yer back. Now get going. I'll babysit these guys."

At the blond's offer, Nigel became torn. He could probably still catch the Traitor if he left now. But that would be leaving Wally to face the elites. Alone. The odds were against him. He glanced to the door, then to the elites ready to attack at the slightest motion. "You can't possibly take them all." He argued, leaning more on staying to help.

"There ain't no other way!" Wally grounded out as he pulled out the P.E.N.C.I.L Nigel gave him earlier. "Just go, I'll hold 'em off. Don't worry about me."

"Wally-"

"Just go!"

Nigel's eyes wavered under his shades. He looked to the door and Wally one more time before he made his first major choice on this mission.

"Hey!" The leader of the kids yelled out as he saw Nigel retreating out the back. "Stop him! Don't let him- AHH!" He yelped as Wally shot his weapon out of his hand. Suddenly he was batted away as Wally kicked him off.

"Come get some kiddies!" The Aussie taunted. He then ducked as one tried to jump at him. He grabbed the kid's ankle and swung him around before he flung him at a few of the others, knocking them down. He rolled behind a crate as the rest opened fire and tried to blast him away. As the crate started to chip away, Wally pushed against it to move it across the floor.

The kids backed away as Wally pushed the crate in their direction. But they hit the wall and Wally kept coming. The kid cowered in fear as Wally crashed the box on them, knocking them out in a heap.

The Aussie stood up fully and wiped smug of his cheeks. "Some elites you are." Now maybe he could catch up to Nigel and-

"Hold it right there, Numbuh 4!"

Wally bit the inside of his cheek. Why did they have to be here? Slowly, he put on a face of indifference and turned to face the girl operative. "Hiya, Sonia." He greeted the blond girl. "Been a while hasn't it?"

Sonia, Numbuh 83, held her weapon and kept it trained on Wally. Part of her couldn't believe she was doing this. Gunning down Numbuh 4. One of the famous Sector V. Her five heroes when she was just starting out. But now... The girl's eyes narrowed as he finger traced the trigger. "It doesn't have to be this way Numbuh 4. Just stop this and come along quietly."

Wally's eyes flicked to the door Nigel had escaped through. He needed to stall him some more time to make sure he got away. "Sorry kid." He uttered as he raised his fist. "I neva go down without a fight."

"But fighting the Kids Next Door?" She heatedly asked as she gritted her teeth. Her eyes flashed with emotion as she tried to get the teen to submit. "You loved what we stood for! All of you did. You guys were the Sector V! Does all of that mean nothing now?"

Wally kept his eyes trained on the door. He wondered if Nigel had gotten the guy yet. "Sorry, 83. But Sector V's done." He then aimed the pen laser at the girl. "We had our final countdown a long time ago!"

Sonia sighed as she closed her eyes. "Fine then." She then reared back up and glared. "Now Lee!"

"Wha?" Suddenly a yo-yo came up and batted the back of Wally's hand, causing him to drop his weapon. Before he could react, the same yo-yo quickly retracted and came back and tied itself around his leg. "AH!" He gasped as he was tripped up and crashed on the ground. He then grunted when he felt a foot stomp down on his back.

Wally glanced up to see Lee had him pinned down. One hand held the yo-yo string and the other held a blaster. The kid tsked his lips, his eyes hidden behind his snow hat. "Game over."

The Aussie smirked as he flipped himself over, causing Lee to stumble. "Not yet!" He then grabbed the yo-yo string and jerked it off his ankle. Acting swiftly, Wally swung the string around with Lee still hooked on. The kid yelled as he went for a spin, and it ended once Wally let go and rammed him into a surprised Sonia.

Wally panted in exhaustion as the two went down. He had to get out of here. Nigel could handle himself from here on out. He only regretted not getting a proper goodbye. However, his thoughts were interrupted as something crashed down behind him. The floor quaked and he lost his balance and fell over.

As the dust settled, the blond leaped back to his feet and turned around, only to come face to face with Numbuh 85 in the seat of his D.O.H-D.O.H. The turrets were prepped and the red-haired boy was crossing his arms, ready to back up his teammates. "Twitch. I dare ya."

Wally glared as he took a hesitant step back. He was about to sprint away to the left, but then another D.O.H-D.O.H crashed down in his way. The Decommissioning Squad had captured every other teen. He was the only one left.

And he was cornered.

"So what's your answer now, Numbuh 4?" He snapped his head to see Sonia and Lee were standing, along with the rest of the elites. The girl gave him a sad expression while the snow hat-wearing boy flicked his yo-yo slowly. "Are you going to come quietly?"

He growled as he snapped his weapon and fist up. He switched between targets as he glared at them all. This couldn't be it. If he got caught now, he would be decommissioned for sure. Kuki couldn't help him this time. She was Supreme Leader now. There was no way she could help him out without getting caught.

But it wasn't fair! He didn't want to forget his childhood. He didn't want to forget the good times, all those missions, Kuki, Hoagie, Abby. He didn't want to forget his friends.

His friends...

The fire in his green eyes slowly began to dim as he glanced at the door Nigel escaped through. All he was after was the traitor. Had he even cared about him? Of what happened to him? He didn't know.

'Stupid Numbuh 4 neva knows the answer.' He thought glumly to himself. Thoughts of his friends didn't cheer him up this time. Abby was some important teen spy and didn't have time to talk to 'traitors' like him. Kuki would probably forget about him or leave to be a spy like Abby after her birthday. Hoagie was gone and didn't talk to anyone. And Nigel would leave after his mission was over. They all would leave him behind.

What was the point of remembering them when all they would do was leave?

The fight in Wally finally died as his P.E.N.C.I.L clinked to the floor. His fist loosened and lowered to his sides. The boy dropped his head and his bangs covered his eyes so he wouldn't have to see Sector W's pity. He didn't want anyone's pity. He just wanted to be left alone. It was how he would end up anyway.

"I surrender."

So sorry this took a while to get out. My computer got infected with that stupid Security Tool virus and I've been pulling my hair out trying to get rid of it. But I kicked its ass! HA HA HA!

Ahem. Anyway, I've got to go back and re-edit the next few chapters so expect another update in a few days. R&R!

Later.