Fan Fiction ❯ Birthdays ❯ Birthdays Part 11 ( Chapter 11 )

Hey, my name is Omega_Red9. I just want to remind you that I don't own any of these characters so if you happen to be the owners don't complain to me. Also, if you happen to like my work, please rate it and read some of my other stuff. Oh, by the way, I start at part 9 because it is his ninth birthday. So please don't ask where parts 1-8 are because I won't be writing them.

 

 

Birthdays

Part 11

My name is Nigel, but I am better known as Numbah 1. I am the leader of an elite team of kids called the Kids Next Door. We patrol the world defending kids from adult tyranny. It's a job that few would take willingly, and even fewer are capable of surviving the rigorous training that is needed to make it through some of the missions. That is why my team is the best.

 

Right now I am on my way to see global command. They have a special mission for me and I am wondering what it could possibly be. Usually they would simply send me a message through the satellite grid, but this is very odd. It has me a little worried. Everytime I show up here its because there is catastrophe that I have to prevent right around the corner. But I guess I have no choice.

 

I see my door at the end of the corridor. Behind those two slabs of solid steel sit the head of the global command. He alone is privy to all of the KND's top secret files. I get to the door and take a deep breath. Time to dance for the monkey grinder. I open that door and walk in. The roorm is dimly lit except for a lone spot light and a desk light on his desk. He tells me to walk into the spotlight and grab a seat. I walk into the light and grab a chair that was next to me.

 

“Numbah One reporting for duty sir.”

 

“Sit down Numbah 1, you're not going to like this one.”

 

I sit down and he takes a deep breath and lits out a deep and heavy sigh. “Numbah 1, we have a big problem. Or at least we will in a few years. I think it is important to nip this problem in the bud now. It will be difficult to do now, but it could be near impossible later. Don't you think it would be a good idea to take care of this now before it becomes too difficult for us to handle?”

 

“Yes sir, I agree.”

 

“Good Numbah 1, that's good.”

 

“So what is this problem of yours.”

 

“Well Numbah 1, you know why we decommission KND operatives once they reach the age of 13. We often call on you to help us with the decommissions. Well we are going to have a terrible fight on our hands with the one I am assigning you. I am giving you any number of operatives that you think you might need and any resources that you will be needing.”

 

“Ok, but don't you have people up here that are trained for just decommissioning old agents, why not use them?”

 

“Because, you have the most experience with this agent, and I think you will be able to deal with him better then anyone up here at the moon base.”

 

“Ok, so who is this guy?”

 

“Numbah 4.”

 

When he said Wally's name I shivered. The number was like a nail being driven into my very soul. It shocked me. I was so astonished. I was hoping that I heard him wrong but he just had to repeat himself. I can't believe it; why would they want me to hunt Numbah 4.

 

“Sir, Numbah 4 is only 11 today. He still has two more long years ahead of him.”

 

“Yes, I know. But, if you recall he alone managed to take down more then a score of highly trained KND agents two years ago, and a year ago he easil defeated the most skilled of all the KND fighters with no effort at all. He can only get better and I don't think that we will be able to decommission him in two years. If we can get him now though we can bypass all of that grief.”

 

“I suppose I see your point, but he has been a loyal member since day one. Everything that he has done has been for the best interest of the KND. Shouldn't we at least give him a chance?”

 

“I did already. I thought about doing this two years ago after seeing him mow down our best operatives like they were nothing but dolls. But after I saw what he did to Numbah 5 I decided that I had better prepare for the worse and I started to monitor him. He has done nothing but improve in the last year, so I have made my decision. He will be decommissioned immediately. If you don't do it I will simply have someone else do it for you. It is as simple as that.”

 

I sat there for what felt like an eternity. I can't believe what he is telling me. I always hated hunting down my fellow operatives, the people who I fought side by side with on a daily basis. I can't believe it.

 

“I need a decision now Nigel.”

 

“Fine. If it has to be done, I would rather it me done by me then anyone else.”

 

He smiled down his desk at me. “Good, I'm happy to hear it. What are you going to need for this assignment?”

 

I thought it over for a minute and made my final decision. “I'll take care of it myself. I only need one thing. I need you to give Numbah 3 an assignment to get her away from Numbah 4.”

 

“Yes, I heard they were something of an item now. Good thinking Numbah 1, she might try to interfere. I'll tell her that the rainbow monkey factory is under attack or something lame like that.”

 

“I may not be able to handle this with just Numbah 2 and Numbah 5, so you may need to have another team ready to take care of it if I fail.”

 

“I'm confident that you can manage. You had better get going; it is going to be raining in your neighborhood soon making it difficult for any kind of aircraft to land.”

 

 

-----Later-----

 

Ugh!!! I hate birthdays!

 

“Hey Numbah 4! Happy Birthday!!!”

 

Kuki, she's great. We have been dating for months now and I have never been happier. She ran over to me and tackled me. Her legs wrapped around me she giggled and kissed me. I have never actually been able to express my true feelings to anyone except her, and even her it felt embarrassing and I blushed. She laughed every time and I think she actually tries to get me into situations where I feel uncomfortable.

 

I looked up at her and stared directly into her eyes, “I'm so glad I'm with you now.”

 

“I know Wally. I'm happy you finally got the courage.”

 

“Hey now, I always had the courage, I just…” I blushed and started to giggle again. I smiled and kissed her again.

 

I was never this happy before. I love birthdays.

 

Suddenly there was an alarm going off and we ran to the briefing room. Numbah One showed up along with the others right behind him.

 

“Ok guys we have a bit of a dilemma. There are two separate missions and I need a volunteer for one of them. The rest of us will take on the other threat. Unfortunatly, I'm gonna need everyone I can get for the second mission so I can only spare one of you. The one mission that I need a volunteer for is at the rainbow monkey factory. It is under attack by an ice cream truck and it looks like they are ready to destroy the entire factory. I don't know why it is only one ice cream truck but…”

 

Numbah one was interrupted by Kuki's mad rage.

 

“I'll take the mission. No one hurts a rainbow monkey and gets away with it.”

 

I figured Kuki would say something like that and I asked Numbah 1 if I could go with her. He said no and that he need me with him. Kuki took off for the Rainbow monkey factory and she was instructed to meet us back here. I heard a thunder clap in the back ground. It made Numbah 1 jump. I thought that was a little odd because he usually had nerves of steel. I guess this mission is pretty important and that is why he is a little shot.

 

We all watched as Kuki ran off and Numbah 1 spoke up. “Numbah 4, go and prep the jet, time is of the essence so I will brief the others and have them brief you on the way there. So get going.”

 

With that I took off and started to prep the jet. It was a little weird that he sent me instead of Numbah 2. I mean, I'm not the pilot here. I guess Numbah 1 has his reasons. As I was thinking about this I tried to remember the warm up procedures as Numbah 2 taught them to me. Flight isn't exactly my forte, but I recalled them from my memory as best I could and everything went Ok. I turned around and saw the others running toward me fully armed with looks on their faces that said something was up. I couldn't quite put my finger on it yet, but I knew something was up. I'll have to ask them about it.

 

“Ok, strap in tight everybody, we're going to push these new engine modifications to their max.”

 

At the time I had no reason to suspect any sort of foul play from Numbah 1 so I simply did as he said.

 

“Hold on Numbah 4, you missed a strap there.” Numbah 5 reached around my chair and grabbed a strap that I had never actually seen before. It wrapped around my body twice and very tightly; I could barely even move under the pressure.

 

Suddenly everyone got up and started to walk toward me. I was a little surprised and wondered what they were doing. I didn't have to wonder long.

 

Numbah 1 spoke up first. “Don't resist Wally, this won't take long. I'm sorry, but I have to do this. Direct orders from global command.”

 

“What are you talking about Numbah 1. Lets go. We have a mission to go to.”

 

“Not exactly Numbah 4,” Nigel said with seriousness in his voice that I had never heard before. “You are the mission. Today is the day we decommission you. You see, you have become too strong to be defeated by any lone agent in the KND. Global Command decided that, rather then let you become stronger, faster, and more agile, we would take you out now. I'm not enjoying this but it has to be done.”

 

I looked over at the others and the had pitiful looks on their faces. I tried to plead with them to help me, but they just turned their backs on me. I can't believe this. Decommisioning. I had never even thought about it till now. They walked up to me and started to beat me down with tears streaming down their faces. I took a good half an hour to knock me out.

 

----WAKE UP!! IT ISN”T YOURE TIME YET!!!-----

 

When I came too I only saw Numbah 1 in the cock pit. I guess that He left the other two to deal with Kuki when she returned from an undoubtably fake mission. I was bleeding, badly. I don't know what to do. I need to get out of these restraints now, because of the terrible weather outside Numbah 1 couldn't get out of the atmosphere just yet and is having to go around the storm. I still have time. I just have to get out of these restraints. I tried to struggle against them withot alerting him but they were to tough to break. I suddenly got inspiration. I remember see Lethal Weapon 1 when Mel Gibson dislocated his shoulder. I twisted my left arm violently and heard a pop and felt the sharp and warm feeling of pain but didn't let out a scream. I silently slid out of my chair and popped my arm back in to place. This time though, I couldn't help but let out a small whimper. Nigel must have heard me because he turned his head only to run into my fist.

 

He rolled with the punch and immediately unbuckled his seatbelt all at the sametime. I quickly clicked the auto-pilot into place and we stood face to face. He is good; he's real good. But so am I. We tumbled for a little bit, but he ended up in one of my choke holds that I had developed a few months ago. He was out in under a minute.

 

Now to the business at hand. I had to take care of landing this bird, and I don't know how to fly. I grabb the controls and do my best but we end up dropping like a rock. It is frightening how terrible I am at this. I reset the target altitude and turn on the autopilot. Seeing as how terrible a pilot I am , Nigel could get killed if he isn't strapped in. So I put him in the chair that I occupied and strap him in good and tight. He shouyldn't be able to get out of that.

 

Now back to the landing. I line back up with a street and slowly make my way closer and closer to it. Unfortunatly, I forget to put the landing gear down and we hit hard. The entire ship seems like it is breaking apart as we skid closer and closer to the end of the road moving toward that house at the end of the road. With luck though, we come to a stop a few yard away from it and I make a run for it. I stop about 20 feet away from the plane and turn around to look at the jet. I start to cry and slowly make my way toward the jet. I sit in the pilot's seat and turn on the recorder and start to leave a message.

 

“How could you? How could you do this to me? After all of the missions and all of the blood shed between us you would dare turn your back on me two years before the designated day. I can't believe you. You would lie to me like that. You sicken me. Kuki… I'm not talking about you of course. Kuki… I love you, and I will go on living hoping that one day I can be with you again. I will never forget the way you made me feel when you gently wrapped your hand around mine. I can never forget that smell of jasmine in your hair. I can never forget that sweet lilting giggle of yours. Don't ever lose that sweetness of yours. As for the rest of you, I will go on living so that I might try to find the strength to forgive you.”

 

I didn't stop crying the entire time. It suddenly started to downpour. I couldn't just leave Nigel here. Not after all that we have been through. I could never turn into what he did. I could never betray him. I grabbed the emergency KND beacon and switched it on. The others would be here within minutes I had better get going, but to where. I can't go back to the KND again. And they will be looking for me at home and my relatives. I guess I am nothing more then a street urchin now. I need to get out of town.

 

As I started moving down the maze of streets heading out of town I quickly became soaked to the bone. I was still crying, but because of the downpour no one would know but me. I am all alone now.

 

I hate birthdays!!!