If there was one thing Willard Wallace never ever thought he would be doing in his life, it was running around the docks of some big Teen Deal involving the Kids Next Door. Sure, he wanted to impress his dad by joining some club (The man was getting fed up with him playing the sousaphone all day) but if he would have known the activities consisted of sprinting for his life from a bunch of laser toting brats, he would have said no. But that still didn't change his current situation.

Willard panted heavily as he ran around another corner. Clutching the suitcase to his chest, the boy pressed into the wall as a light swept by. The place was infested with these 'KND' kids who wanted to take them all to prison or something. This really wasn't worth impressing his dad. The man would never believe any of this anyway. Heck, he was standing in the middle of it and didn't believe it!

The boy bit his lip as he heard footsteps clattering closer. He clenched his eyes shut and didn't dare to breath. Finally, the kids gave up searching and moved to another area away from him. Willard let out a long sigh and slumped to the wall. He wiped the smudge from his glasses then glared at the case in his hand. Supposedly, there was some big evidence on the Kids Next Door in this thing that could wipe them out for good. He personally wanted to chuck the thing in the sea. All of this was happening because of the stupid suitcase.

But no. He wasn't going to throw it away. He had to return it to its owner. Some guy called and said two spies were trying to steal the data and the seller wouldn't come in until they had been dealt with. Willard brought in the data to lure them out and expected some kind of promotion for it. But instead he ended up running for his life trying to return it. But there was no other way. Everyone inside was done for, and the seller probably had the only way out. Sure she was mean, but maybe she would let him come with-

He froze when he caught sight of someone across the dock. It wasn't a kid. It was a teenager. That bald spy! He was after him too. Willard had no time to wonder why he seemed so familiar, he had to hurry up and get back to the seller. The tubby sousaphone lover waited until the spy had moved on before he picked up his feet again. Willard vaulted over a crate and stumbled over a plank, but he rounded the corner and stopped where he got the suitcase from.

"Where is she?" He asked frantically as he looked around. It was a dead end. There was nothing down this walkway but a wall of high stacked boxes. He analyzed the shadows searching for the girl, but he couldn't find her anywhere. "Where are you?" He loudly uttered hoping to get her attention. If she was still here.

"What's the matter, Willard?" He yelped as he snapped his gaze to the right where the female voice came from. There shrouded in the shadows was the seller. Much couldn't be said for her appearance. She had on a black hoodie with the hood over her head and her dark blue jeans barely gave off any color. But he could feel those cold eyes on him all the same. "You seem out of breath."

The way she spoke, he couldn't tell if she was joking or stating a serious fact. "Well no duh!" He exclaimed. He rapidly pointed behind him and yapped. "Those Kids Next Door kids are here! They're rounding up every teen in sight!"

"I can see that." She hissed, causing him to cringe. The sounds of a D.O.H-D.O.H stomping down made her more angry. "I can't believe I even came here."

"It's not our fault-"

"You morons couldn't even figure out Numbuh 4 was a spy. Of course it's your fault!" She snapped as her eyes narrowed. "You people are a bunch of idiots. You always have been. It was a mistake to do business with you." She stretched out a gloved hand, waiting expectantly for her suitcase. "Now hand over what's mine so I can forget this ever happened."

Willard looked down at her palm, then jerked the case behind his back. "This case seems really important." He started with a smirk. "Help me out, and you'll get it back."

"You think you're in a position to bargain with me?"

Willard chuckled, thinking he had the upper hand. "I've got the suitcase. I'm the one holding the cards now." He proclaimed smugly. She had to do whatever he-

CL-CLICK!

The brunette paled at that noise. That was the sound of a weapon cocking. He couldn't see what she was holding in the shadows, but he didn't need to see her to know she carried a cruel smirk at the moment.

"There are two questions on your mind right now." She stated coldly. "One: what kind of weapon am I holding?" She smirked. "And two: where am I pointing it?" The traitor toyed, enjoying how Willard shook with fear. "I can answer both right now. Unless you hand me my case."

Willard's body erupted into tremors at the seller's prospect. She could have anything from 2x4 weaponry to Teenager technology in her hand. But from her cold serious demeanor, he was frightened that it was something much worse. He wouldn't put it past her.

Giving off a nervous laugh, the brown haired boy threw the suitcase at the girl, which she expertly caught in her grip. "Uh...pl-pleasure doing business with you, m-m'am."

"The only 'pleasure' I can take, is the fact I'm never doing business with you Teen Ninjas again." She blankly responded as she turned and walked further down the alley. "You better high-tail it Willard. Antarctica tends to be chilly this time of year."

"B-But I got no way out!" He pleaded as he looked back from where he ran from. There was no way he could push through the Decommissioning Squad. "Going back there is suicide!"

"Not my problem." Her fingers snapped and the camouflage of her ride dropped. There at the end of the alley was a sleek modified armored Teen bike. The metal reflected its surroundings and the engine purred as it started up.

Willard's pupils shrunk as he watched the girl open the hatch of her getaway vehicle. "Please! You have to take me with you!" He begged as he dropped down on his knees. "If those kids or spy get me, I-I don't know what will happen!"

The traitor paused, her right leg still outside the ride. Her head turned and her eyes shone with mild interest. "I hardly think you're worth a spy's time." She mocked with a slight giggle.

Willard growled at that. "It's not me he's after. He's after whatever is in that suitcase!" He suddenly snapped his head around to check if the teen had followed him. "That bald freak won't stop 'til he gets me!" He cried terrified.

The girl's amusement died as her frame tensed up. "B-Bald?" She gasped surprised. There were a lot of bald people in the world, even some bald teenagers. But not a lot of bald teen spies. Especially one working as a spy in KND affairs. But it couldn't be who she was thinking of. Her fist clenched as he pupils glowed with suspicion. "What does this 'bald spy' look like?"

"I don't know! It wasn't like I was gonna stop and take a good look at him." He flinched under her threatening gaze and answered in fear of her shooting him. "I-I don't know! All I knew before was that he came in with Beatles and he was wearing shades and a wig." He then ducked down as he covered his head in defense. "T-That's all I know! I SWEAR!"

However, the girl wasn't concerned with him at the moment. She was too focused on thinking of who he was describing. Shades and baldness. And he came in with Wallabee Beatles. Numbuh 4 of Sector V. It wasn't a lot of information, but it was more than enough to point to one possible conclusion. 'It makes sense. Galactic Command would probably send one of their own to retrieve evidence linked to them.' She never thought of it that way. She didn't want to. It was too painful. But she couldn't deny the logic behind it.

He was back.

"Nigel..."

"I can't believe this!" Nigel growled angrily. He just couldn't fathom how it ended up this way. It was supposed to be easy. Take down the seller in the crossfire, then sneak out while the teens put up resistance. But now someone had set them up. Possibly blowing his cover. And now he was running around some abandoned dock like an idiot trying to find the nerd with the suitcase.

Nigel skidded to a halt and leaned into a wall, holding his P.E.N.C.I.L at the ready. Talking a deep breath, he snapped around facing down the corridor hoping to spot the traitor, but then his eyes widened once he realized it was just a group of KND elites scouting the area. Faster then they could notice, the bald teen pressed himself into the opposite wall and waited until the kids had moved on. When it was safe to come out, Nigel leapt away from his cover and tried to think of his next route. But after seeing the numerous twist and turns, he just grunted and stowed his P.E.N.C.I.L away.

"This getting me no where!" He huffed as he kicked at the ground angrily. "The perp must be long gone by now." The guy surely had enough time to getaway in all the confusion. He should just come to terms that this was a failed attempt the moment his cover was blown. He had wasted time and resources chasing shadows, and he left a good friend behind to do it.

"Wally!" Nigel gasped as it all came back to him. He was so caught up in his mission he didn't think clearly back there. As tough as the Aussie is, there was no way he could take on the whole D.O.H-D.O.H squad, elites, and any left over Teen Ninjas on his own. It was suicidal.

What was he thinking when he left him?

Reaching for his S.P.L.A.N.K.E.R on the side of his carrier bag, Nigel rapidly turned to the warehouse he sprinted away from. "Maybe if I hurry, I can get to him in time and-" But his response was interrupted as bright lights basked his form. Thinking he was caught he turned around to face the elites, but it wasn't them.

Staring him down from a dead end alley were two headlights of Mod-Teen bike. He could make out the engine humming and itching to be unleashed. His shades kept most of the harsh rays out of his direct vision, but he still couldn't make out who was inside.

Suddenly, the bike roared as it came speeding towards him. The Brit yelped as he watched the vehicle come rushing. For moment, he just stared like a deer would, but then his training finally decided to save his butt. Nigel's feet sidestepped to the left, and his body twisted around the bike as it whizzed by. He tried to peer within the cockpit for a millisecond, that's when time slowed to a crawl.

Nigel could make out a figure inside the bike, but the glass was to thick to see completely through. But one of the things he could make out were the eyes. In that short second, Nigel's gaze locked with whomever was inside. He could tell the person was staring back, but with what kind of emotion he wasn't sure. They stared at each other, taking no other action besides the ones they were carrying out. Strangely entranced with one another. In that short moment, Nigel felt a wave of emotion wash over him and he felt like he knew who was in there.

But time returned to its normal pace and that moment, and any significance it held, vanished along with the person as the bike zoomed down the dock. Disappearing into the night. Nigel stood there dumbstruck as his crimson shirt fluttered in the wind's backlash. He had no explanation for what just occurred. Who was that person? Where was he going? Why did he feel like-

"Wait!" He slowly turned his head around to see the boy he was chasing after stumble out of the alley. The tubby brunette slouched over, taking deep breaths in exhaustion. "Take me with you!"

Nigel blinked, but then his mission mind set took over. "Freeze!" He ordered as he whipped his S.P.L.A.N.K.E.R at the boy. They were at a close enough distance to where it would have maximum affect. "You have the right to remain silent. Should you refuse to use it, then I have the right to make you!" Gotta love KND law.

"Ahh!" Willard screamed as his hand reared up behind his head. Crap! He was done for. "P-Please! I don't have anything!"

"You really don't want to start with me." Nigel growled as his form never wavered. "Now hand over the evidence and come along quietly. It's the least you could do for all the crud you've caused me!"

"I don't have any..." Willard's eyes suddenly narrowed as he analyzed the bald teen's figure some more. "I know you." He trailed off lowly. The bald head. Those intimidating sunglasses. A Kids Next Door operative. "Nigel Uno!" Willard shouted out as he finally remembered. Nigel Uno the kid he beat in a sousaphone contest all those years ago. "I thought you were long gone!"

Nigel arched a brow for the guy still wasn't ringing any bells. But he was too aggravated to care. "Who ever you are, you became unimportant five minutes after my business with you was over." He then raised his weapon higher as he was getting fed up with this nonsense. "Look, I don't care who you are. You have something I need, and I need it now!"

Despite the situation, Willard couldn't help but become mad. He was important enough to be remembered. "Oh. So the great Numbuh 1 doesn't deem me worthy, huh? I would think you would care after I almost took your dad away! I won him fair and square at the lake y'know!"

"What on earth are you talking abou-" Nigel slowed as some of it came back to him. "Wait... Willard? The tuba boy?"

"It is called, A SOUSAPHONE!" The boy outraged. "WHY CAN'T ANYONE EVER GET IT RIGHT?"

"I don't have time for this!" Nigel roared, reaching is breaking point. "Give me the evidence, NOW!"

Willard crossed his arms defiantly. "I don't have it."

"Then tell me where it is then!"

"What happened to my right to remain silent?" However, his smug mood died as the tip of Nigel's S.P.L.A.N.K.E.R was pressed into his nose. "EEP!"

"This thing can put a hole in three sheets of solid steel." Nigel growled out as his fingers graced the trigger. "And it's aimed straight for your head!"

"The seller took it!" Willard batted off quickly to save his hide. Man, why was everyone trying to kill him tonight? "S-She just left with it! I don't know where she planned on going!"

"You're not the traitor?" Nigel asked confused as he lowered his weapon.

Willard shifted his eyes under his shades. "Uh, no. I mean, sure, I work with these guys, but I never betrayed anyone." He said as he started to ramble. "I only joined this stupid group to impress my dad and all. He said I spent way too much time on the sousaphone. I personally hate it here, but if it makes the old man happy-"

"Just shut up." Nigel groaned as a hand rose to pinch the bridge of his nose. This had all been for nothing. The traitor got away, he had just ran in circles, and there was no telling what happened to Wally. Slowly, the Brit took the hand away from his face and glared at Willard, the blank look of his shades all the more intimidating. "Who is she?" He asked with a level tone. "You had the most contact with her here. You know something."

"I really don't." Willard tried to pacify. "I just got picked to carry the case. I didn't know anything about her." He flinched under Nigel's unmoving figure and tried to come up with anything else to get out of trouble. "Uh... she looks nice?"

Nigel rolled his eyes and turned his attention away from Willard. The guy was useless couldn't do anything, and he needed to think. 'I have to find Abby.' It was the only conclusion he could come up with. He sighed at the thought. He promised himself he wasn't going to get any more of his friends involved in this. 'But it's the only way now. The deal was a bust and the TND is after the traitor anyway. Abby has to know something.' He would have to call up Kuki once he got out of here.

Setting his objective, Nigel turned to regard the shaking Willard one last time. "Willard, I'm going to let you go. But only because you don't have anything useful to me. I suggest you find a way out before the Kids Next Door-"

"FREEZE TEENAGERS!" Too late. Nigel snapped is head around to see a small platoon of elites aiming their weapons on them. He could get caught. He was already in enough danger of getting recognized. Nigel looked at the unhappy children, and spared Willard another glance. It was either him or himself.

He choose himself.

"No hard feelings, Willard." Before the brunette could retort, Nigel gripped his wrist and swung him around, tossing the poor guy at the group of kids. The operatives yelped in shock as they tried to avoid getting hit by sousaphone lover. While they were distracted, Nigel turned on his heel and made a break for it. As he ran, he yelped as he felt a laser grace the rim of his shirt. They recovered a tad quicker then he expected. Seeing another turn, he took it, barely missing the laser volley that hit the ground where he was a moment ago.

The Brit continued sprinting down the alley. Plotting up an escape route with each step. Booger Transport was out. That would just teleport him to the Galactic Headquarters, and since he didn't have the traitor in custody, it would be a huge waste of time. Something his superiors would not tolerate. Especially with something of this importance. No, he needed another way out. But how?

Nigel leaned against the wall to rest for a moment. Once he caught his breath, he prepared to step out into the open, but then he snapped back behind the wall as a mustard blast graced his toes. He was trapped.

Why?

"Come on out teenager!" That's why. Nigel peeked around the corner to see what he really wished was a nightmare. Before him, blocking the way out, was almost the entire Decommissioning Squad. Three D.O.H-D.O.H walkers stood ready to open fire, and the remainder of the elites were standing on the rooftops trying to snipe him out.

Numbuh 85 didn't get a good look at the teen before he ducked back behind his cover, but it didn't matter to the redhead. He had a job to do. The boy picked up his microphone and spoke out to the teenager again. "Last chance bub! We've got the whole area surrounded and you're the only one left. It's over!"

Nigel gritted his teeth as he punched at the wall. Great. What the heck was he gonna do now? They had him cornered. There was no way he could get out of here. Unless... The boy looked down at a compartment on his carrier bag. He had one 2x14 weapon that could take care of this. But it was only to be used as a last resort. But was he really considering using it on those kids? They didn't know what was going on. The Brit shook his head in negative. He couldn't use that. But what choice did he have? It wasn't like some escape vehicle was going to pull up and save him. And when was someone going to turn off the stupid metal music?

Wait...

The operatives in the area snapped their attention to the left where the music was coming from. Suddenly, the sounds of a speeding vehicle got closer and closer. Finally, a cerulean Chevy crashed through a wall of old crates taking everyone by storm. The loud music was coming from the radio that was blaring loudly. The truck didn't not slow in its pace, for it kept going straight for the D.O.H-D.O.H walkers. As soon as it got close enough, the person driving pulled off an excellent maneuver. The tires screeched against the concrete as the truck went into a drift. The back swerved around until the bed tore through a leg of Numbuh 85's head walker.

"WHOOA!" The redhead screamed as his machine tumbled. The D.O.H-D.O.H stumbled, trying to somehow stay up on one leg. But the single limb could not take the weight, and it creaked as it gave way to gravity. Do to his fumbling with the controls, 85's D.O.H-D.O.H fell sideways atop the one adjacent to him. Smoke and metal flew everywhere as the kids recoiled from the quake the collapse caused.

Nigel gaped at the destruction the newcomer caused, and his shock didn't end there for the truck was now headed straight for him. As the vehicle neared, Nigel rose his hands over his eyes and waited. The only sound was the noise of the tires screeching once more.

"Get in!"

Surprised, Nigel looked up to see the rear of the truck in his vision. The looked on confounded until the exhaust pipe blew a cloud of black smog onto him, causing him to break out into a coughing fit.

An operative from the crashed D.O.H-D.O.H groaned dizzily as stars entered his sight. But then he was pushed aside as Paddy tossed him off of him. "Get off!" The red haired boy fussed as he shook piece of ruble out of his locks. He then looked up at the truck that caused all this and snarled. "What are you guys waiting for? GET 'EM!"

The driver saw the kids loading their weapons and he honked his horn in impatience. "Last chance loser! Get in before I haul out without you!"

Nigel snapped to attention when he heard that. He had no idea who this person was, but it seemed like a better option then staying and facing the anger of the Kids Next Door. The Brit leapt up over the side and landed in the bed of the truck. "Drive!" The guy did indeed drive and when the Chevy took off, Nigel lost his balance and fell over.

The truck sped past the opening the walkers made when they toppled over. The kids moved out of the way as it went by, but immediately opened fire when they recovered. The last standing D.O.H-D.O.H started stomping after the Chevy while a few other elites gaze chase utilizing their jet-packs.

The Chevy cleared the gates of the dock and fixated itself on the road and started to soar down it, but the KND was still on it's trail. The driver spared a quick glance in his mirror and gave off some slight alarm when he saw a missile from the D.O.H-D.O.H homing in. He swerved to the left and the missile exploded as it hit the road, leaving a crater and sending ketchup everywhere. The elites soon caught up and began to shot as well.

In the back, Nigel was trying to keep his balance. His feet shuffled uncontrollably on the floor as he tried to stand up. He then felt himself being jerked to the other side and had to hang not go over the side. His hand tightly gripped sides for security, but those hopes were crushed when the truck hit a bump and his face slammed down. He reared back up and glared at where the driver would be. "Watch the road!"

"Shut it!" The guy yelled back. "I'm not risking my paint job anymore for you, Uno! So unless you want me to drop you off right now, you better get rid of those kids!"

Nigel glared at being ordered around, but the guy had a point. They would never get away unless they lost him. Reaching down into his pocket, he pulled out his P.E.N.C.I.L again and opened fire on the elites flying around. His precision made quick work of them as they went crashing to the ground when he disabled them. But the D.O.H-D.O.H was another matter. He fired at the cockpit, but Level 3 tech was no match for the material the walker was made of.

"What now?" He asked himself as he ducked back down. He had to think of something quick. He looked over the side on the road to see a turn off to a dirt road getting closer. Suddenly, he remembered something he and Wally passed when they were coming down here. "Quick!" He hollered as he pointed to the turn. "Make a left there!"

"Why should-"

"JUST DO IT!" The driver huffed, but compiled as he made a sharp turn, chuckling when he heard Nigel tumbling down in the back. The Chevy started to rattle as it traveled down the old country road. The look of the coastline gave away to more outdoors looking nature as tree started to pop up.

The D.O.H-D.O.H stomping after them picked up its pace and the guy looked back to see it was gaining. "What's your big plan, baldy?"

"There's a river that connects to the ocean up ahead!" Nigel yelled over the noise as the wind slapped him in the face. "And there's an old wooden bridge coming up as well!"

"Do you think we can make it across?"

"We will." Nigel affirmed as he started searching through his carrier bag. He then smirked as he pulled out a M.A.R.B.L.E and looked back to the D.O.H-D.O.H with a devious look. "But he won't!"

Deciding he had no other plan, the driver drove on. Sure enough, up ahead was a decent sized river and just as Nigel said, a rickety old bridge. Seeing the wooden structure coming up, Nigel ran back near the rear and rose up the hand containing the M.A.R.B.L.E. "We have to make it over it before he gets close!"

The blond driving smirked as his hand moved to the gear shift. "Oh, we will!" Suddenly, the truck gained an increase of speed as it neared the bridge, making the gap between them and the rampaging D.O.H-D.O.H that much larger. Soon the tire left dirt and started to trek over wooden. The bridge groaned and appeared ready to break, but the material was reliable and held. It even stood after the Chevy crossed over.

Too bad Nigel didn't want it up.

"Sorry, kid!" Nigel yelled as he threw the M.A.R.B.L.E at the ground. "But this bridge is out!" As soon as the blue truck cleared the way, the tiny marble exploded. Sending mustard flying and reducing the bridge to splinters, not even leaving a sign it had been there.

The operative driving the D.O.H-D.O.H paled as she saw the bridge go out. She pulled back on the controls, hoping to stop. "BREAK BREAK- AAAHHHHH!" It was no use, the D.O.H-D.O.H kept marching on until it tripped over into the river. The rushing currents swept the machines legs and the whole mech tumbled into the water. Electric sparks flying, wires crackling, and the girl being washed away.

Nigel breathed a sigh of relief now that there was no one after them. "Thank goodness that's- WHOA OW!" He screamed as the vehicle came to an abrupt halt. He went flying forwards where his body tumbled over the side, landing unceremoniously on the ground. His hands pushed up against the ground and he glared back at the ruck. "What is your problem?" The driver's response was to just open the passenger side door, much to Nigel's shock. "Wha?"

"Get in." The guy responded. "The law around here doesn't take too kindly to people hitching a ride in the bed of a truck."

Nigel rolled his eyes as he made his way to the door. "Okay, I'm grateful for your assistance, but that doesn't give you the right to toss me around!" He grumbled as he climbed into the seat and closed the door.

"I think I'm owed a few laughs." The blond chuckled as he turned to face Nigel.

The Brit himself glared at the driver. "I'm about to owe you a...! YOU!" Nigel snarled as he pointed down the older teenagers. He couldn't believe. "What are you doing here, Chad?"

"I'm hurt, Nigel." Chad spoke with his famous cheeky smirk. "Is that anyway to say hello?"

Sorry it took about a week to update, but there are others things I have to do before I can write fanfiction.

Anyway, I'm sorry if the story seems to be lagging, but it'll get better. I would say were almost to the halfway point. Not there yet, but soon. Chapters featuring Kuki and Wally are coming to a close and Abby and Hoagie will be appearing shortly. About, let's say two more chapters. And for those waiting on romance, Kuki/Wally moments are on the way next chapter.

The first chapter of Operation: O.P.P.O.S.I.T.E will be up either later today or tomorrow. R&R!

Later.