Waves wildly crashed against the cliffside; salty water sprinkling all over the jagged rocks at its base. The sea breeze was calm, the night at its peak, and everything appeared tranquil and calm. But as relaxing as the oceanfront seemed to be, it contradicted the events that were about to unfold for the remainder of the night.

Many meters above the sea line along the ridge wall, a small formation of rocks began to shift and tumble. A large oval section jutted out from the rest and began to slowly pull apart, creating a small opening within the cliff side. The metallic clanks and whirs clamored thunderously throughout the coastline; making a horrible screeching noise as it scraped against the opposing rock. Finally, the gateway opened, baring a large tunnel inside the ridge for all to see. Lights flickered on, illuminating the dusty tiling, and the sounds of a jet engine could be heard approaching closer and closer by the second.

Finally, a more slim model of a Teen Sky Raider rocketed out of the runway. The midnight blue jet pulled into an upward dive to reach dizzying heights and continued on its course for the unknown. Inside the ship, Nigel kept a steady hand on the controls. Making sure nothing could go wrong. After wandering around in the deserted Teen Bunker, the operative finally found the ship Chad had left for him. After fiddling with the computer and flight mechanisms, Nigel was finally getting the hang of it. He let off a brief smile as the sense of vertigo rushed through his veins. He was beginning to see why Hoagie loved flying so much. But his smile fled as quickly as it came once he got back to business. This was no time to be thinking about that, or so he kept telling himself.

Once high enough, the Brit looked down to see where he had come from. To his shock, he had exited the hanger from a hole in the cliffside near the ocean. But as the rocking waves were slowly replaced with clouds, he switched to autopilot and heaved a sigh. Finding this stupid jet was hard enough. The lighting in the bunker had decayed so he had to rely on his S.H.A.D.E.S night vision to get him to his target. After wading through the leftover litter and rat droppings, he felt like he needed a serious shower.

But as much as he was repulsed by the experience, he had to conclude that that was probably the easiest part of all this. Now that he had a source of transportation, the only thing he had to do was figure out where to make his next move.

Easier said than done.

Out of all the missions he had tackled over the years, this was becoming one of his most stressful. All he was assigned to do was track down a traitor and bring her to justice, and he couldn't even accomplish that. All these interferences weren't helping either. Especially Chad's unique brand of assistance. And that hadn't helped at all. Just made things more complicated.

The blond wanted to him help the traitor. Save her. Understand what she was going through. But why? What was there to understand? She betrayed the Kids Next Door and was threatening to reveal it to the rest of the adult world. Thinking of the military's reaction filled him with dread. The only thing he understood at the moment was that she was willing to put millions of children in danger just for her payback.

But thinking back on Chad's tale, he remembered why she was seeking payback. His expression softened as he thought it over. There was so much heartbreak and sacrifice. He figured it must have been hard for anyone to take. You gave your whole life for one cause; gave up so much of yourself in the process and got nothing in return. He would've thought the reward of service was enough. That they should just go honorably. Why did they have to act so chilly, so selfish? He just didn't get it.

Then his eyes widened as it hit him. He didn't get it. He couldn't get it. How would he know what they went through? He was a galactic operative; higher than a teen spy. Sure, he had to part ways with all his loved ones, but at least he would keep the memory of them. He got to keep that.

While they, on the other hand, got to keep nothing at all.

'When did everything get so complicated?' The bald teen mused to himself. His eyes bored into the vast radiance of the night sky, thinking back on much simpler times. He wished he could go back to those times. Have all his friends back together again. But he knew that was unlikely. They all had their own troubles while he had his. Hell, he didn't even know what he should be doing now.

BEEP! BEEP!

"Oh, what now?" He groaned as he heard his communicator going off. Nigel closed his eyes, thinking of just ignoring it. But then his eyes snapped open and he scrambled to answer. Because that was his personal communicator. Meaning if they had his number, then whatever they had to talk about was important. Finally having the slim mobile in his hand, Nigel flipped it open and schooled his emotions. "Numbuh 1 speaking."

"I know, Nigel." A female voice called out. The operative raised his brow in confusion when he picked up its slight hitch. "It's Kuki."

"Kuki...KUKI!" Nigel jumped up once it hit. Anger, worry, and confusion raged within him in one mixed-up bundle. Anger, for she was the one who called Chad in the first place. His mission failed solely because she sent him. Worry, because after spending his entire childhood around her, he could almost instantly predict when something was troubling her. And lastly confusion. Just because he had no idea why in the world she was calling. "What's the meaning of this?"

"A lot of meaning actually." She joked with empty mirth. After a moment of silence, she let out a shakey sigh a spoke her plea. "I...I need your help, Nigel."

At those words, the Brit glared at the device. "Really? I find it funny you're asking for help after the kind of help you gave me!" He snarled, hurt and upset. "How could you, Kuki? How could you just set me up like that?"

"I didn't mean for it to work out this way!" She cried. "I never told Chad to blow your cover, I-"

"-Told him to make sure the traitor got away." Nigel finished for her. "It doesn't matter how you told him, or how he did it, he just needed to make sure my mission in ended in disaster." He then paused for a moment to get a grip on his emotions. "Why Kuki? Don't you get how much is at stake? I can't see why in the world you would do something like this! There's no excuse for it!"

"YOU DON'T THINK I KNOW THAT?" She raged right back. "I know how much is riding on this mission! What would happen if the traitor succeeded? I know all of it. But it was a risk I had to take. I won't let things go on like this if I know I can do something about it!"

Nigel already had an angry retort ready to fire away once she finished. But as it was about to leave his lips, he stopped himself. His mouth flapped open several times before he finally settled on a dejected sigh. He just didn't know what to make of all this. "What did you call me for, Kuki?" He asked simply, a hand slowly traveling to rub at his scalp.

"It's...it's Wally." She finally got out. "He's locked up in D-Block and it won't be long before he...gets decommissioned." She paused to think of how she should put it. "I have a plan...a plan to set him free. But I can't do it by myself...I need you to help me."

Nigel's posture had straightened as soon as the Asian uttered the Aussie's name. He had almost completely forgotten about Wally. And his fears had been confirmed. He had been captured by the D.O.H-D.O.H Squad. And now he was about to get his memories taken away. He would forget about everything. Kuki, the Kids Next Door, his friends. Him.

The Brit's head lowered as thoughts jumbled around in his mind. He didn't hear Kuki detailing every step of her plan, he was too preoccupied with trying to get his feelings in check. He thought over everything that had happened so far, and his heart picked up in pace as his mind drew closer to a grim conclusion. He didn't want to do it, but there was no other option. Besides, Wally was already past thirteen.

Maybe...maybe it was his time.

"No, Kuki." He muttered in a hollow voice. The girl's rambles instantly halted, and he knew extreme shock must have been filling her system. "I can't help you."

"...W-What?"

"You're the Supreme Leader now, Numbuh 3. You should know the rules better than anyone else." He responded, trying to keep a straight face. "Operatives are to be decommissioned once they reach the age of thirteen."

"H-How can you say that?" She whispered out in horror. That was it? He was just going to ignore this? Leave Wally to- "No!" She screamed at him, her voice raising an octave. "It's not right! Wally has done just as much as you, Abby, or any teen spy out there! He shouldn't lose everything he ever cared about because of backroom politics! That's not fair and you know it!"

"I can't do anything about it!" Nigel fussed back. "I can't help Wally didn't get selected for the TND. As hard as it is to believe, it's out of my jurisdiction! I know it's not fair, but that's just how it works Numbuh 3." He found his voice wavering as he tried to press on. Try and ignore that voice saying he was leaving his best friend to rot. "Do you think I'm doing this easily? Have you ever considered how painful it is for me to just plain and turn my back on him? Had this been different, you know I would've come running."

"No. No, I don't see it." Kuki seethed at the other end of the line. "I don't see how this is any different. I don't see how you're just gonna abandon him!" She hissed. What the hell was wrong with him? "Why are you doing this? Why won't you help?"

"Because I just can't, Numbuh 3." He tried to reason as he stared on into the night sky as if asking the stars to give him the steely resolve he needed. "I...I can't interfere with matters such as this. You're not even supposed to know I'm here. I have a mission to do and with the traitor on the run-"

"IS THAT ALL YOU CARE ABOUT?" Kuki finally flipped. He could almost feel the fire of her rage through the line. "Wally is up here about to get his brain scrubbed. Scrubbed because he was trying to help you! And now when he needs you to help him, you can't because of your stupid mission?"

"You brought that on yourself!" Nigel snarled back, his eyes burning a hole into the device. "You were the one who betrayed us! You called Chad in behind our backs! You caused Wally to get captured! You did all this because you wanted me to fail!"

"I know what I did! I know I'm going to have to live it. But you wanna know why I did it? I did it to get your fat, bald, head out of your ass!"

"What are you-"

"The team always mattered the most to you!" Kuki hollered before the boy got a chance to speak. "It didn't matter what you were doing, or what assignment you had been put on, you always made sure to have our backs! We all looked out for each other! I wanted to delay your mission because I wanted you to see how much your friends need you!"

Nigel's stray hand gripped the arm of the seat as Kuki said that. He then winced, as he remembered how true that used to be. But then he had to remind himself that used to were the keywords. "Things...things have changed Kuki. Everyone has moved on-"

"You didn't give us any choice!" Kuki batted back. "You weren't taken from us, Nigel. You left us!"

"I-I had to!" He did. Didn't he? He then growled as he shook his head roughly. "But that doesn't matter! There are a lot more restrictions here! I just can't bust prisoners out of the moonbase. It's against the rules!"

"Oh! So we break the rules for you, yet you won't do the same for any of us?"

"Wha-"

"You said it yourself. Operatives must be decommissioned once they are no longer kids. If that's true, then maybe we should've turned you in when the Delightful Children turned into an adult!" The Asian pressed on. Not letting up in the slightest. "But we didn't care! You were our leader. Our friend! We went against the rules just to get your childhood back. Have you forgotten that?"

How could he? He remembered every single event that occurred that day. The Delightfuls transformed him into the thing he despised the most. Took away what he loved. Took away his childhood. And what did he do? He gave up, and accepted his fate. Even told his team to forget about him. Yelled at them when they wouldn't let up. But did they? No. They risked everything breaking into Father's mansion to retrieve the age-changing device. Not because it was a threat to kids everywhere. Not because it was some mission. No. They did for him.

Just for him.

Nigel felt a little dazed by the memory and Kuki's shouts. He clenched his eyes shut, trying to regain his train of thought. "Kuki, just-"

"Or what about when we got decommissioned?" She asked, flaring up another memory. "You didn't seem to care about the rules then. You went against the Kids Next Door itself to get us back! What's changed? I'm waiting!"

"Just stop!" He yelled, trying to stop the memory from playing, but it went along anyway. "We've all gotten older Kuki! You need to just let it go!" He shouted out, trying to silence the girl. This was all too much to take. "We all have our loyalties now! And Wally's was always towards the Kids Next Door. Even as a free agent!"

"You're wrong!" She interrupted. "Wally was loyal. Loyal to his loved ones! He always watched everyone's backs! Like when he saved us from Soccer Mom! Or when he tried to protect you from Mr. Brief!"

"Just STOP!"

"Or even after how he helped you on your mission." She hissed out. "Even after you ditched him, ditched us all, he still tried to do you right by helping you. Making sure you could get away to keep on fighting. And now you can't do the same for him?" She then scoffed out an empty laugh. "Have you changed that much? Are we really that useless to you now?"

"N-No!" He yelled frustrated; his thoughts in a frantic jumble. He felt nauseous. Sick to his stomach. So damn conflicted. And she wouldn't quit! "Just stop and let me-"

"All the time we all shared. All the things we did. The bonds we all had! We weren't just another sector, we were a goofy mixed-up family! DOES IT ALL MEAN NOTHING TO YOU NOW?"

"JUST SHUT UP!" He bellowed, his voice shaking the ship. In desperation, he reared his hand up and forcefully slammed the communicator down on the arm of the chair. He could feel the device shattering under his pressure; little tiny chips and particles crumbling to the floorboard. He didn't care if it was 2x4, 2x14, or the best damn tech out there. He just wanted her to stop. Stop making him hurt. Nigel's rage zapped out of him, leaving him in a quivering mess. He slowly raised his palm, watching blankly as little bits fell off his reddening skin. Finally, he just let his head fall forward to collapse into his hands.

What did they want of him? Wasn't he doing enough? Damn the traitor. Damn this entire mission.

He just wanted to go home. Go home and take comfort in his mother's arms and feel safe knowing his dad was there. But he couldn't. They didn't even know they had a son anymore. He was a nobody to them.

They took his parents away from him.

His fist jerked out and rammed into the side of the cockpit. What was he to do now? Why couldn't someone just give him a break for once? Tell him the way to go. He needed to get on with this mission. Figure out where this girl's location was and get it over with. That's what needed his attention the most.

But...But his friends needed him too. Kuki was right. They had been there for him. Been there to face the Delightful Children. Father. Mr. Boss. Grandfather. They had been there every step of the way. Saved his butt, remembered his birthday, helped him cope when his girlfriend broke up with him. They had always been there for him. He needed to be there for them. But what about his mission?

Nigel's fingers dug into his pale scalp, his teeth grinding together harshly as he tried to focus. What came first? What was more important? What was his objective? His priority? He needed...he needed to-

You need to get your priorities straight!

He froze. His head slowly rose from his hands as he recalled that day. That mission with Rachel all those years ago. He had to look into her eyes. Those sparkling coca orbs looked stunning. That looked magnificent even if they were furious with him. But...she was making him choose. Chose between two of his duties. His duty as an operative. Numbuh 65.3 was a possible Splinter Cell agent. He could have been their only lead to the dark shadow organization. He needed to be captured.

But then there was his personal duty. At the time, it was his duty as a boyfriend. Lizzie was in danger. Her voice sounded too terrified for it to be some silly ploy for his attention. The team was too spread out to respond quickly enough. They couldn't get there as fast as he could. And if he didn't act, she would get hurt. Or worse.

Those were his choices. His mission, or his loved ones. It was one he didn't want to make, especially with Rachel involved. The wrong choice would hurt her as well, and he would never want that. Never. He didn't want to decide between them. But he had to. He made his choice then. And now he had to make a choice today.

After one final moment, he made his choice.

Nigel's body regained its regular status of control. The jitters had stopped at his strict command, and his mind had been cleared. One hand moved to readjust his shades, the eye-wear hiding his blank pupils once more. He held no smile nor frown as his other hand moved to type in a set of coordinates into the flight computer.

: FLIGHT COURSE HAS BEEN SET:

His fingers laced around the wheel, his gaze narrowing as Rachel's voice echoed through his mind again.

You need to get your priorities straight!

"I. Am."

"...would you just calm yourself!" A miffed Numbuh 74.239 yelled out. The orange-haired TND scientist was currently standing behind his desk in his office at Teens Next Door headquarters. At the moment, he was trying to deal with Herbert, who just wouldn't seem to stop nagging to him about the problem the organization was facing. 74.239 kept a level expression as he tried to get the chubby nerd to leave. "Your complaining about every action I take won't alleviate matters at all!"

"Well excuse me for trying to propose a solution!" Herbert fumed, pressing a finger to his glasses to push them back up. "Something needs to be done about this! There's been a 2.948% increase in our budget rating because we're wasting so many resources chasing after shadows! And all of our available agents are tasked enough as it is. Numbuh 9 was forced to postpone his case on the child slave ring because he was needed!" He fussed. His arms shot into the air as he went on; completely outraged at the mess. "More serious and far more urgent matters are getting sidelined because you can't seem to track down Numbuh-"

"I know! You don't have to constantly remind me!" 74.239 groaned out as he collapsed into his chair. Lord, why won't Herbert just leave?

"But yet it seems I do have to keep reminding you, Dave." The operative was seriously stressed. "She's making herself known, and you're doing nothing about it! What's worse, the Kids Next Door might get involved. They almost ran into her when they busted the Teenz at the deal not even a few hours ago."

"I have it under control!" Dave shouted as he slammed his fist on the desk, the tremors causing his grape-flavored soda to spill over onto the floor. "And Numbuh 3 can keep the Kids Next Door at bay. Besides, they're too engrossed with trying to put an end to the Empowering Parental Association to worry about one teen. They won't get crossed into this."

"You know how curious children are, Dave."

"Aw, why don't you go do something productive, or fool around with that prissy girlfriend of yours?" Dave rattled off as he pulled out a set of paperwork. He was giving the illusion that he was about to go over updated documents.

"We both know I'm 1.47% more productive than you." He taunted as he turned to the door. He left out the revolving doorway, but not before glaring over his shoulder and adding, "And at least I have a girlfriend!"

Dave watched as the teen strutted off, utterly stunned at his final comment. "O-Oh yeah? Well, I would rather be single than have to deal with that controlling...that...that...oh, forget it!" He huffed out as he slumped in his chair, not able to come up with any comeback. Then again, he wasn't in the mood to come up with anything.

'What am I going to do?' He fussed as his fingers combed back and forth through his curly orange locks. It had been over a week since he found out Numbuh 1 was back, and he hadn't been able to get in contact with her. He tried every which-a-way to get her to call him and forewarn her before he ran out of time. But after being informed about the Teen Deal and how it all went down, he figured she had already found out. And since he didn't tell her...

...Man, he was so dead. There was no telling what she would do to him once she found out he had known Numbuh 1 was here the entire time. His plan of saving his skin was crumbling all around him. The TND was getting hectic now that she was back on radar, and they were scrambling to find her now before she disappeared again. But since the GKND had sent Numbuh 1 down, Infinity was doing his best to try and cover it up and let the Brit handle hunting her down.

But people were getting suspicious. Herbert especially. They had found out that someone had hacked into TND Global Mainframes and copied gigabytes of unauthorized information. And it seemed everyone was watching his back now. Mostly because he was one of few who only had that kind of access. If they found out he was assisting the traitor, or if Nigel and Infinity pieced together that he gave her Galactic data...

"Aw, man." Dave shakingly drawled out as he buried his head into his arms. "Things cannot get any worse." He mumbled into his desk.

"Oh, yes they can."

"GAH!" He screamed, his body leaping out of the seat to great heights. He landed on the arm of the chair, snapping it in two, and falling into the floor in a dazed pile. He rubbed at his sores as he looked towards the back wall, only to have his eyes widen in shock. "You!" He yelped surprised. The girl was just standing against his awards case, glaring at him with a deadly gaze. Obviously not happy. Oh if looks could kill... "T-To what do I owe this visit?" He nervously chuckled, trying not to anger her anymore. Geez, what did she want? "I was not expecting you to come here. I-I thought you were-"

"I just finished up my business." She smoothly interrupted, the words flowing easily from her lips. Her eyes then narrowed, and he could see her fist clench slightly. "But on the way back, I found out a little something. Something you didn't bother to tell me."

"Uh..." Dave sweated. Why did it get so hard to breathe silently? "And what would t-that be?"

"Why didn't you tell me Nigel was back?" She growled, getting straight to the point. "How dare you leave me in the dark about this!"

His eyes bulged in shock. "H-How did you-" He then cut himself off, thinking it was a stupid question that didn't matter. "Look, I didn't know until just a few days ago, okay? I don't keep in touch with Infinity that often anymore-"

"I don't care when you found out about it! The thing I'm pissed about is that you never told me!" She raged as she stepped closer, towering over him. "Where is he?"

"I-I..." He trailed off frightened. This was all too sudden. Out of all the people he expected, she was nowhere near any of them. "I don't know!" He pleaded as he saw her cracking her knuckles. "Really! If you wanna know so bad, go ask someone he's made contact with. Like Numbuh 3!"

"I can't believe this!" She cried as she brought her hands to her head, her teeth present in her snarl. Finally, after she got a grip on her anger, she dropped her arms and stepped over Dave. Planning on leaving the way she came in.

The boy himself was relieved, but curious as to what she was plotting. "Hey." He called. He flinched when she turned her cold glare on him again but asked on nonetheless. "Where are you going?"

"To pay Numbuh 3 a visit." Was all she uttered as her hand gripped the doorknob. "Which means, I'm going to the moonbase." She held back a snort as she thought of the place. She hadn't been up there since she was the Supreme Leader.

Dave stood up straight and furrowed his brows. "And what will you do once you arrive, Numbuh 5?" Abby turned to stare at Dave once more, her lips curving into a snarl as she exited. Once she had finally left, the brace-wearing teen leaned back into the wall. Thankfully he would get to see another day. "This is becoming too much."

While affairs on the planet became heated, the floating lunar moon itself was about to receive a rude awakening. On one of the many security branches, three operatives were sitting near their terminals. Bored out of their minds.

One kid sat overlooking the other two in a chair similar to the Supreme Leader's. Large television screens hung from the ceiling all around his face, showing him feed from every corner of his section. To his lower right, a girl sat reading through the latest Rainbow Monkeys In Love romance novel. She was tasked with flipping through pages and looking over the computer screens to check to see if anything came onto the radar. Finally, at the bottom of the large dome room, another boy sat comfortably in his chair, surrounded by all sorts of triggers and targeting systems. Sometimes he would test his skill by blasting away stray asteroids, but other times, he would fling his fingers around, making cool gun noises and mowing down fake enemies.

Like this,

"Phew! Phew-phew!" The boy played as he motioned his hands like he was holding an AK-47. "Kakakakakaka! Cl-Click, kakakakakakakaka!" He then pointed his imaginary weapon up at the girl, who just giggled; not paying him any mind. "Pa-chew, pa-chew!"

The boy who was in charge tapped his fingers against his console as he tried to concentrate on the cameras. His fist clenched, and unclenched periodically and he mentally counted down to ten. He really didn't want to get into another argument today. But after his subordinate tried to imitate the sound of an atomic bomb, he could take it no more. His hand gripped the underside of the TV in front of him, and he shoved it up to glower at the kid. "Numbuh 6-Shooter! Knock it off with the sound effects or I'll show you what a real gun sounds like!"

"Aw shucks, sir." The kid moaned as he lifted his green visor. "I'm just tryin' ta entertain myself. It's so daggum boring tonight! I got a hankerin' for some action!"

The boy in charge just pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "Well go 'hanker' somewhere else. I have enough work to do without you trying to hold me up with your fingers!"

"Aw lighten up, Numbuh 549." The girl at the radar terminal uttered defending Numbuh 6-Shooter. "You can't blame him for being bored. There's nothing real interesting going on."

Numbuh 549 blinked in absurdity. "Nothing going on!? In case you've forgotten, Numbuh 365, we've got a whole branch chock full of teen prisoners!" As he said this, he pulled down multiple camera screens and kept his eyes peeled for any strange activity. "We all have to be on full alert. There's no telling when one of those hormone-ridden freaks will try and make a break for it."

The girl rolled her eyes as she flicked her red hair back. "So not the drama." She waved off as she returned to her reading.

"That's tellin' 'em!" Numbuh 6-Shooter cheered. His face then filled with confusion as he noticed the red blinking light right on the top of 365's security station. "Hey 365, is uh...that there light supposed to be shinin' like that?"

"Huh?" The girl gasped as she turned her head to the alarm she hadn't noticed before. "Oh, no. It only flashes like that when some unidentified object flies into radar." She nonchalantly explained as she went back to her book. However, she froze a second later once she realized what she just said. "OH CRUD!" She cursed as she tossed to novel aside to slap on her headset.

As soon as the operatives recognized the situation, something blurred past the windows on the exterior. Numbuh 6-Shooter narrowed his eyes as he remained steady on his guns, and Numbuh 365 started to analyze the craft.

"We've got an unflagged ship hovering in the perimeter of Sections A-48 through A-55." She reported as her hands twisted at the bottle cap knobs to get a clearer signal. "Scans are showing unlisted 2x4 stealth mods and basic T-16 weapon system."

Numbuh 549 pushed away the security cameras and typed in commands. Slowly, a larger plasma screen lowered and the view of outside space came into focus. His eyes studied the screen for the ship, and he growled once he saw the midnight blue fighter pass by. "Is it friend or foe?" Suddenly they were rocked a bit as the ship opened fire on them. Numbuh 549 almost fell from his pedestal and the feed went to static.

"Gee, what do ya think?" 365 sarcastically snipped as tried to get a fix on the ship. Suddenly her eyes filled with shock and fury. "Computer's tagged it as a class 7 Teen Sky Raider. I repeat, a class 7 Teen Sky Raider!"

"I told you guys!" Numbuh 549 shouted as he pulled out a mic from under his chair. "Numbuh 3, ma'am! This is Numbuh 549 of D-Branch security. We've gotta Teen Sky Raider inbound and more than likely trying to bust the prisoners out! Requesting permission to engage!"

"Permission granted." Was the instant reply on the other line. "I want all D-Branch operatives to their battle stations. ASA-NOW!"

"You heard the lady!" 549 nodded as he dropped the mic. He looked out to the screen again to see the ship dodging fire from other stations. Crinkling his lips, he looked down at his station's main gunner. "What are ya waiting for 6-Shooter? Bring down that no-good teenager!"

"Sure thing, partner!" The boy nodded as he tried to target the ship. He pressed his eyes closer to the small scope at his left and tried to pinpoint the fighter's location. After groaning in aggravation, he quickly turned to the redhead and lifted his visor again. "Hey 365! What time ya got?"

"Wha?" She asked bewildered. Seeing that the boy wasn't kidding, she slowly looked to her watch and relayed the time. "Uh...2:38 AM?"

"Thanks!" He grinned as he aimed the cannons around. "Target is at 2:38!"

After hearing that, 549 slapped his forehead. Unbelievable. "Numbuh 6-Shooter. The time 2:38 and the radar position 2:38, are two, COMPLETELY DIFFERENT THINGS!"

Numbuh 365 looked down at her radar and sheepishly looked back up to her commander. "Uh...actually..."

"Oh for the love of- JUST SHOOT HIM ALREADY!"

Outside in the vastness of space, a wild battle was raging on. The Teen Sky Raider performed a smooth barrel roll and avoided the string of super-heated gum that was fired at it. While the cannon was cooling down, the raider charged a highly concentrated beam of cyan energy and let it loose for the cannon, disabling it once it made contact. Suddenly the ship pulled up into a vertical ascent and dodged another volley of high-impact jawbreakers.

The operatives were furious. Furious that one single ship was causing them this amount of trouble. The stations doubled their efforts; utterly focused on blowing it out of the sky. But they were so focused on the ship, that they never noticed the lithe figure climbing up the side of the moonbase.

On a stray branch, a hand appeared over the edge and gripped onto the pink glowing bark of the lunar tree. After a few seconds, Nigel flipped himself over the side, his body floating down at a slow pace due to zero gravity. Once his feet made contact, he looked over his shoulder to see them still trying to blast away his ship. "That should keep them busy." He spoke out through his helmet. He just hoped the autopilot could hold up well.

During the flight over to the moonbase, Nigel quickly equipped his galactic space suit. His body was covered in a bleach-white suit with a crimson strip trailing down his left side. Around his head was a helmet of similar design. His yellowed tinted S.H.A.D.E.S merged with the helmet to create a HUD visor, and the lower half of his face was covered in a tight glass breather mask. The Brit scanned his surroundings and continued to walk around the moonbase's D-Branch.

As he walked around, his suit adjusting to the lack of gravity, his fingers rose to the side of his helmet to activate his communicator. "Kuki, I'm approaching the decommissioning wing. Has security been fully dealt with?"

"Yes." The Supreme Leader spoke on the other line. "I have all of D-Branch's guards focusing on your teen ship. That should hopefully buy you enough time to get to the Main Decommissioning Security Station. Once there, we can start."

"Alright then," Nigel uttered. After taking a few more steps he stopped and ducked behind a part of the tree that was sticking upwards. There behind layers of metal, glass, and duct tape was the decommissioning center. He could make out kids dragging teens in and out of the chambers. He then used his S.H.A.D.E.S to zoom in and saw the gateway to the containment center. That was where Wally was. Steeling his nerves together, he pressed into his comm again. "Okay, Kuki. I'm ready."

"I'm sending you my Supreme override code." After a few seconds of nothing, a component of his suit beeped and he received the code. "Good luck, Nigel." Before she cut the feed, she uttered into it once more. "And...thank you." She didn't know what else to say. She felt that no words would ever fully describe her gratitude.

When he hung up on her, she thought it was all over. That he had completely pushed all of them out of his mind. She had marched to her office. Brought up moonbase specs and was about to unleash all the locks around the D-Block. She didn't care what would happen after that. Worst case scenario; she would end up being decommissioned for treason and would forget all about this. Live in blissful ignorance. But then Nigel had called back. Told her that he was on the way. It was then she knew Sector V wasn't finished just yet.

Nigel was silent as Kuki uttered those soft words. He closed his eyes to take in the feeling and just waited for a moment. "It's like you said Kuki." He proclaimed as he stood up. "My team was always there for me." A smirk crawled up his lips as he clacked his heels together. "It's time to return the favor."

With that, Nigel took off. Using his jet boots, he propelled himself to the other end of the Decommissioning wing. He hovered close to the jutting branches. Weaving through them and utilizing them as cover. For this to work, he couldn't be seen yet. After his short flight, he looked down to see the D-Block's shuttle bay. Inside were transports that took all decommissioned teens back to Earth. Switching his boots to hover, he carefully glided in and waited. If the timing was right, then the bay doors should open when the next transport was ready to go. Which should be right about...

"Now!" Nigel exclaimed as the pod doors screeched open. What passed by was a scrapped prison bus with built-on 2x4 thrusters in the rear and square hover pads where the tires should be. The pilot looked on blankly from his seat and the windows around the bus were boarded up. To make sure the clueless teens on board wouldn't see the wonders of the grand frontier. The Brit looked out to see a returning transport preparing to dock, and as it came by, he latched on to the back and ducked to stay out of sight.

The transport bus landed in the shuttle bay, and the air seal doors slammed down. A loud siren rang out as breathable oxygen filled the port and the platform moved to reconnect with the rest of the station. Nigel held onto the bus and peeked around the corner as more operatives guided teens along.

"And that concludes our tour of the Lunar Colony Museum." A bubbly girl said as a fib to the confused teens following her. "The first-ever museum to wonder the big 'what if' concerning life on the moon...for kids."

One teen scratched his head as he was guided to the bus. "Who would wanna visit a museum like that?"

"And it is for that reason, that this place will be closing down and you'll never see it again. Ever."

"But what if-"

"EVER!" The girl snarled before regaining her composure. She then looked down at her clipboard to read over the final information. "Now please enter the bus and you all will be returned to your separate homes in Colorado." She then stood to the side and waved as she passed, putting up an innocent smile while her free hand strayed to her hidden weapon. Just in case they got any ideas. "Buh-bye now!"

At the end of the line, four teen boys stood together and conversed with each other as they loaded onto the transport. One leaned back towards another to whisper, "Dude, do you even remember going on a tour?"

The other teen shrugged. "I don't even remember when we got here."

In the back, a much more rotund teen laughed. "You're so slow, you probably don't even remember your name!"

"Shut up, fat ass!"

"HEY! Don't call me fat, you asshole!"

The girl waited for the last boy to get on before she closed and locked the door with a groan. "Freaks." She muttered as she popped a stick of gum into her mouth. She then turned as another group neared and put on a fake smile once again. "And that concludes our tour of the Lunar Colony Museum. The first ever museum to wonder the big 'what if'..."

While the 'tour guide' continued her work, Nigel had already begun sneaking across the bay. He pressed himself into the wall as a platoon neared. After they had passed, he quickly sprinted off near the far end of the deck. As he ran, he looked up to see the next level of the station. Before anyone passed, he jumped into the air and latched onto the railings of the second floor. He waited for a group of elites to pass, then flipped his body over and landed in a crouch. Without missing a beat, he ran for the large circular stairway that led up to the main security hub.

As he neared the first step, he clicked his heels twice to give himself a boost in his jump. The Brit shot up like a spring and front flipped to land on the balcony right outside the security checkpoint. Leaning against the wall, he peered over his shoulder to glance inside. Seated near the control console was just another guard reading through his Yipper Comic. Figuring he had to get this over with, he unclasped his S.P.L.A.N.K.E.R from his carrier bag and clicked the setting to low. He didn't need to bash the kid's head in. "Psst! Hey!"

"What the?" The guard jumped as he swerved in his chair. He looked back to the door, only to find no one was there. Rolling his eyes, he sat the comic down as he went to close it. "I'm serious, Dan. If you don't stop messing with me, I'm telling on you to the Supreme-"

BAM!

"Uhhh..." The poor boy mumbled as his lights went out. Before he could hit the floor, Nigel caught him. Dropping his weapon for a moment, he dragged the kid to the far corner of the room and tucked him in where he would remain out of sight. Now with that done, he could begin with phase two.

The Brit placed his carrier bag on the floor and began to unzip his space suit. As he peeled it off, it revealed his blood-red shirt, and dark combat shorts he had been wearing underneath. Once the suit was off, he folded it and pressed a series of buttons on the sleeve. The suit shrunk and he placed it in his bag. He picked up his belongings and headed over to the terminal.

As Nigel stopped in front of the flickering buttons, he took a deep breath and loosened his muscles. From here on out, it would be up to his skills as an operative to get away. Going over the plan Kuki had summarized, he grinned as he began to hack the system.

: PLEASE ENTER SUPER ULTRA SECRET ADMIN PASSWORD CODE:

: SUPREME OVERRIDE GRANTED. NOW UPLOADING D-BLOCK SECURITY MEASURES:

Nigel's shades glowed as he scrolled down the computer screen. With Kuki's code, he could access anything within the system. He had full power now. After a second of restless searching, he found the option he was looking for.

: WARNING! YOU HAVE SELECTED EMERGENCY RELEASE FOR D-BLOCK. DO YOU WISH TO PROCEED?:

The operative smirked. The emergency release was for...well, emergencies only. Doing so would unlock all security measures for D-Block, and unleash all the prisoners. Including Wally. It was the perfect plan. The all the teens would be set free, and during the chaos, he and the Aussie can slip away unnoticed.

"Okay teenagers," Nigel spoke as he set the process in motion. "Let's see if you can actually make a decent distraction." He muttered to himself as he walked outside.

: EMERGENCY RELEASE HAS BEEN INITIATED. PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION:

All activity around the decommissioning deck halted as the shrill alarms sounded throughout the air. His hand gripped the railing and he leaned over to watch as the Kids Next Door looked around in utter confusion. Suddenly, deafening shouts and screams could be heard coming from the containment center. Everyone looked over to see operatives running out in terror and agitated, free, Teen Ninjas following them out. The adolescent's riot tore down the door of the checkpoint station and they all filled out. Then, they just stood there. Still a bit shocked at what was going on.

All fell to a deathly quiet. Teens and kids just stood frozen. Glaring and snarling at one another. Operatives cocked S.C.A.M.P.P.s and M.U.S.K.E.T.s, as the older ones rose their fists and picked up any fallen debris as makeshift weaponry. They looked ready to maim each other. But both sides were trapped in a deadlock. Too anxious, and waiting for the other to fire the first shot.

Then the sound of shattering glass filled the air.

CRAAAACCK!

Everyone jumped up and looked towards the source. Up near the security station was Nigel. The window of the building lay broken at his feet, while his S.C.A.M.P.E.R was raised high into the air. He had brought out the unconscious body of the kid he knocked out to rally the teens, and infuriate the children. Finally, he cupped his hands around his mouth and blew the remains of the impasse to bits.

"EVERYBODY RIOT!"

And we come to the end of this. I wanted to do the big breakout in this chapter, but I wanted to post this before midnight. Reason being is that tomorrow I won't have connection to the net unless something comes up. So I'm sad to say I don't know for sure the next time you'll see me.

I hope you guys liked this. I'm sorry for leaving it as a hanger. Until I update. Hopefully soon.

Later.