Sonnycherone955: Not yet regrettably. I am thinking about either trying to do it myself or getting it commissioned but if I do it, I will let everyone know!

Alright, time for our first time skip! Numbuh 451/Firecracker is now about seven years old and has been in the KND for two years. And the adults are beginning to take notice…

"Hurry!"

"We need all the hoses and fire extinguishers we've got, pronto!"

"I'm going as fast as I can!"

The area sounding the now flaming Evil Adult Industries factory was a cacophony of noise, from the ice cream men and working running around trying to put the fire out, to pieces of the factory collapsing or even exploding, it was headache inducing even without the stress of having to explain this all to the boss. That week, someone had been sneaking into several factories owned by Evil Adult Industries and destroying them, resulting in dozens of destroyed factories and projects.

They had yet to actually catch who was behind it, but it was clear they were a Kids Next Door operative.

"Hey, who's that up on the hill?!" Someone yelled out. Those who heard it turned and just barely managed to catch a small figure running into the treetops. They were wearing a dark outfit, but one thing that was clear were two red circles on their face. No doubt that was the bomber.

And none of the ice cream men were exactly eager to face however this red eyed bomber was. Still, it might be worth warning the other adults about them.

"What 'ill it be, Numbuh 451?" The bartender of the local soda bar, Lucky Lime, asked as the operative walked over to the counter, a smile resting on her face.

"Hit me with that Fruit Punch Blast mix you've been talking up. In the mood for something a little fruity tonight," Numbuh 451 said with a smirk as she set her rifle against the counter. Lucky Lime merely nodded as he headed off to make the drink while Firecracker took a seat at the counter. Her success rate was among the highest the Kids Next Door had ever seen and, while she had her failures, she still managed to get enough information in inflations to get warnings out.

"Seems like someone's in a good mood," A very welcome voice from behind the operative declared as Numbuh 11 took a seat next to her training buddy.

"You bet! Wiped out about half of the Evil Adult Industry factories," Firecracker bragged as Lucky Lime brought her drink over. "Should have their operations stalled for a while."

"Is that why you aren't dressed for the job?" Cree jokingly asked. Firecracker had swapped out her spy outfit, outside of the jacket which now had her Numbuh painted on the back, for a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that had a picture of a popular cartoon race car on it.

"Hey, I'm allowed to take time off, considering everything I do for the KND," Firecracker replied as she laced her hands behind her head. Many of her explosive designs had gotten approved for mass production, with the newly minted G.O.L.F.B.A.L.L (Golf Orb Lights Fireworks Booming Alotta Losers Loudly) earning rave reviews from field operatives. Additionally, Cree could see that her rifle had a decent amount of tally marks on it, well into double digits at that point. "How about you? How's Sector V?"

"Oh it's so awesome! I get to fight so many bad guys!" Cree gushed. "And speaking of bad guys, I think the bad guys are getting scared of you?"

"Really?" Firecracker asked. She hadn't heard anything about that.

"Yep. Rumors are that everyone's talking about some 'Red Eyed Bomber'." Cree explained before taking a swing from her drink. "Figured you had your goggles down and someone saw you."

"Well they better be scared of me!" Firecracker proudly boasted. "I want them to still be scared of me even a hundred years after I get decommissioned! I'm gonna make them even more scared now!"

"You think I'll make people scared of me?" Cree asked.

"As long as they don't see you doting on your baby sister!" Firecracker teasingly replied. Cree couldn't help but laugh in response. A year prior, her family had welcomed another baby into the family. Cree quickly fell in love with little Abby and Firecracker, although unsure how to react to an infant, certainly found her cute.

"Well let's see how they react if they ever try to hurt her!" Cree challenged. Firecracker reeled back in mock horror.

"I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy!" Firecracker replied in what almost sounded like actual terror. When a few bullies on the playground tried to push Abby over, Cree practically teleported in order to scare them off. Firecracker, who had been hanging out with Cree, had never been so scared and she wasn't even the one the anger was being aimed at!

"...You think Abby will wanna join the Kids Next Door?" Cree asked after a few seconds of silence.

"With all the stories you've been telling her, wouldn't be shocked if she joins as early as we did," Firecracker responded as she took another swing from her drink. "Why? You want a chance to fight with her?"

"I…I still wish I got to go on at least one mission with Beau…" Cree sadly admitted. "I want a chance to work with at least one of my siblings." Firecracker looked away, unsure of what to say for once. She never had siblings and most likely never would (she'd finally figured out what her parents always meant wherever she was called a "Miracle Child" and wasn't exactly happy). Finally, she found herself patting Cree on the shoulder.

"If it means anything, I know that, with all the stories you've got and just how you seem to be an awesome big sister, I'd be jumping at the chance to see you in action for real," She responded. "And if I ever do get to be a big sister, I hope my bond with my little sister or brother is just like you and Abby."

Cree cracked a smile at that. "Thanks Firecracker."

"Anytime," Firecracker replied as she held out her drink for a toast. Cree pressed hers to it. "To being the greatest operatives the Kids Next Door have and will ever have!"

"Amen to that," Cree responded as both girls took a drink. They weren't sure what their futures would really hold (they still had at least five years left in their KND careers, after all), but they were pretty sure that they would be well known long after their time was done.

The irony is both painful and funny. And when it's only going to make it worse when the bad stuff happens.