Hey! Yes, I updated a month late again, but this time for good reason. I've been updating other fanfics for other fandoms... Oh yeah, and this chapter (and the next one, which you should expect in about a week or two, are about as twice as long as the others. I really hope you enjoy this one!

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~Emily Believes xoxo

EDIT: I've decided to end the story here. Yeah, kind of disappointing, I know... but I literally have so much writers block for what I was planning to do with the next chapter that I doubt I can do it. I hope you all have enjoyed Recommission Mission and Memories of the Lost Sector! I have another KND fanfic planned that pertains to Sector Z though I'm not sure when it'll be published. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy some of my other stories! xoxo

There have been many exceptional operatives throughout the years. All have shown great skill and aid in the war the Kids Next Door continuously strikes against tyranny. But sometimes, in this war, these operatives face horrible fates. Some are in such a state that they're forced to be decommissioned; others are drawn to ally with people such as Father or the Teen Ninjas. And sometimes, albeit rarely, they disappear. Gone without a trace. Have you ever heard of the legend of lost Sector Z? There's more to the story than you may think.

"Maybe if you choose a numbuh farther down the number line like I did, more people will want to join to fill in the rest of those numbers," said a girl, nearly thirteen, as she braided her younger sister's hair. Though she herself was about to be decommissioned, her younger sister was just about to get let into the Kids Next Door.

"But what if no one joins?" asked the younger sister, worried.

The girl let out a chuckle. "Connie, people have to join. People from all over Oregon are going to be lining up to be apart of Sector Z!" she reassured Constance. "You'll be apart of the greatest sector the Kids Next Door has ever known."

A girl with the codename Numbuh 0.6 was the first Sector Z operative, though no one remembers her because she was decommissioned before majority of the other better-known operatives had even completed training. But she was an extraordinary fighter and technician, two skills that her younger sister, Numbuh 0.5, picked up very easily.

Numbuh 0.5 is often credited with being the first Sector Z operative, but that's only true if you're counting those who disappeared. Numbuh 0.6, you could say, is truly the only lost operative of Sector Z, for no one remembers her. If only she were a few years younger, than she would be recalled like all the rest.

But that's something we unfortunately have no control over. Fate… time… they all get to us eventually. Except, we're not there yet.

Constance happily jumped up when she heard a knock on the door to the Sector Z treehouse. Finally, two new operatives for Sector Z! She wouldn't be alone anymore! Quickly, she ran over to the door and opened it. She was met by two boys, both significantly varying in height. The taller one had brown hair with a kind expression, while the shorter of the two was blonde and carried a more stern appearance.

The brunette gave Constance a smile. "Hello, we're operatives Numbuh-" he started, only to be cut off by his smaller friend,

"Let's just skip the introductions. I'm Numbuh 0.1, and he's Numbuh 0.2. I'm going to assume because you're the only one here that you're Numbuh 0.5. We're joining this, ahem, what they called an 'experimental sector.'" He proceeded to walk in without even needing to be invited by Constance, who shot a confused glance at the other boy still in the doorway.

He sighed. "Bruce isn't necessarily the master at first impressions," he said quietly, hoping his friend wouldn't hear him. "He can get a bit rude to strangers… but don't worry. He'll warm up to you," he reassured. "I'm David by the way."

She smiled at him. "Name's Constance, but you can call me Connie if you want."

Merely weeks after Numbuh 0.5 was let into the organization and Numbuh 0.6 was decommissioned, Sector Z was deemed an 'experimental sector.' What that meant was no one was sure that this sector would last long enough to be included in the Kids Next Door for the long run, especially since the sector was new. Two new Oregon operatives were soon thrown into Sector Z, Numbuhs 0.1 and 0.2. With these three operatives, Sector Z was drawn out of its experimental sector label.

Only months after he joined, Numbuh 0.1 was announced the leader of Sector Z, with Numbuh 0.5 stepping down to 2x4 Technology Officer and Numbuh 0.2 being the Second in Command. These were the three that gave Sector Z it's name in the organization, but the sector was far from complete.

"You're kidding," Bruce said, looking at the monitor. On the screen was the picture an African American boy with information about him. "That annoying guy from our school? Lenny the Loudmouth? He's the 'amazing' new operative that's going to join us?"

Constance frowned. "But he ranked first in his class in training! The Supreme Leader brought him to training himself! Just think of how he could help us on missions!" she countered.

"We've been doing just fine," Bruce replied coldly.

"Maybe he's one of those 'not-so-bad-once-you-get-to-know-them' type of people," David suggested. "Just give him a chance, Bruce. He's a good operative."

Bruce sighed. "Fine."

The next day, Lenny was at the door, and he definitely showed to live up to the nickname "Lenny the Loudmouth." He talked almost constantly (even more than Constance), much to Bruce's annoyance, but once he noticed that he was being bothersome he stopped talking as much. He even proved his fighting skills to the operatives, and Bruce admitted to David,

"Maybe he isn't so bad."

Numbuh 0.4 joined Sector Z on missions almost immediately after his training, and was quickly dubbed the sector's Combat Chief. With his help, the success rate of their missions went through the roof, almost beating out longstanding sectors such as Sector E and Sector V. But without one more operative, they may have not been able to beat them at all.

"We might be getting a new operative soon," Lenny informed his friends and sector mates as they entered the treehouse. They were sent on a mission without him, so he had to suffer through school while they got to fight off evil-doers. Unfair, he initially thought.

"What do you mean, Lenny?" David asked.

"I talked to the new girl, Ashley, at recess today… We played a game of one on one and she beat me! She has crazy reflexes and she's swift and nimble… I suggested she go into training and she said she would. If all goes well, we should be expecting a new operative soon," he explained.

And all did go well. Next thing they knew, Ashley, aka Numbuh 0.3, was apart of Sector Z. She showed to live up to Lenny's descriptions, and quickly made friends with all of the other operatives. (Except for Bruce, who still hadn't gotten used to her presence.)

Numbuh 0.3 was the last operative to enter Sector Z. She was let into training just in time at age seven, the maximum age someone could be if they wanted to train to be in the Kids Next Door. Just a year later and she wouldn't have been apart of the organization at all, much less Sector Z. With her finally added to the sector, Sector Z quickly gained the top spot in mission success rate, and they became known as the best of the best.

But being the best of the best meant they were assigned the hardest missions. And it was one of those missions that decided their fate.

"There's a new villain they want us to fight," Bruce announced to his sector mates. They all perked up at the mention of a new mission. "He calls himself Father. He wears a suit that gives him a lot of powers… telekinesis and pyrokinesis, among others. Apparently he's building some sort of Delightfulization Chamber that turns kids into obedient zombies that always listen to adults no matter what."

Lenny grimaced at the thought of the Delightfulization Chamber. "Well then what're we waiting for?" he said, jumping off the couch. "Let's stop this Father guy from turning anyone into obedient brats!"

"We can't just barge in there," Ashley interjected, pulling Lenny back down onto the couch. "We're going to need a plan."

"Numbuh 100 said that this will likely be the toughest tyrant we've ever faced," Bruce said, "so obviously we're going to need a plan."

Father had made his name known to the Kids Next Door, giving them a new tyrant they needed to defeat. With word that he was going to build a Delightfulization Chamber (a chamber that would brainwash kids into obedient zombies), the Kids Next Door sent Sector Z in attempt to stop him.

With one wrong move, however, Sector Z was sent into the Delightfulization Chamber themselves. The delightfulization wasn't even expected to be permanent, as the chamber wasn't fully completed when the sector came. But since the chamber wasn't completed, it malfunctioned, and the energy it released onto the Sector Z was eleventy-billion fold what it was supposed to be.

Sector Z, in their military outfits and all, were tied up in the Delightfulization Chamber, about to meet the fate that would change their lives forever. All of them were struggling to get out of the ropes, but to no avail.

"This is it, Sector Z," Bruce spoke quietly, yet boldly. He knew they were at the point of no return. "I should've listened to Numbuh 100… this mission was too dangerous!"

"Calm down, Bruce," Lenny said, looking at his leader. "We fought a good battle. If we couldn't have done it, then no one could, because we're the best there is." He then shifted his gaze to the top of the chamber. "If this is how we have to be decommissioned, I'm glad you guys are here."

David silently sighed. "If we're doing all this cliche stuff," he muttered under his breath. "Ashley," he said more loudly, "t-there's something I've been meaning to tell you for a while now-"

"-and you waited to tell me right before we get turned into obedient brats?!" she snapped, still fed up in the situation. It was her mistake that got them into the mess.

"I'm sorry! I just couldn't-"

Before he could say anything else, Father burst into the room. He smirked at the defeated sector. "It's wonderful, isn't it?" he asked rhetorically, admiring his own creation. "A chamber that will soon make every last Kids Next Door operative into good, obedient children! Starting with the so called 'best of the best.'" He gave a sort of maniacal cackle.

"Do your worst. The Kids Next Door will find a way. They always do," Bruce replied courageously, though deep down he didn't want to leave the KND. He didn't want to be delightfulized and he wanted to put Father in the Antarctic prison. Though he knew it was too late. They all did.

Happily slamming the chamber door shut, Father looked at the remote in his hand. "Any last words?" he asked.

"Y-You won't win!" the shaky voice of David said.

"We'll just see about that."

When he pressed the button, the machine began to slightly wobble back and forth, a sign to show it was working. However, when the wobbling increased dramatically and a bright light was emitted from the chamber, Father grew worried. The light began to grow bigger and bigger, and, fearing something horrid, Father took cover under a nearby table. He heard many rattling and shattering noises.

When the light dimmed down and smoke cleared, he no longer saw Sector Z in the chamber. He saw the perfect, obedient children he was hoping for.

Sector Z didn't just disappear. They weren't simply lost. No, they were, unbeknownst to the Kids Next Door, delightfulized and transformed into what are now dubbed 'delightfuls.'

Another effect of the malfunctioned chamber would be that they all gained a hive mind. This means that once they were delightfulized, they were no longer individual people; they all acted the same. They talked, walked, thought and attacked in synchronization. Their sane minds were pushed far inside this hive mind. And since no one knew that these operatives had been delightfulized, their identities were lost and they were from then on referred to by one name: the Delightful Children from Down the Lane.

It wasn't until recently that Sector V found a way to recommission the lost sector. They attached a power source that held twenty billion fold the energy that was suppose to originally strike Sector Z in the Delightfulization Chamber to the Recommissioning Module. With the new found energy being 1.81 times as powerful as what they were originally struck with, the hive mind was broken when they were hit with the Module.

They returned. And though I didn't exactly know the full extent of how important this would be at the time...

Nick stared back at his older brother, his actual brother, and not some delightfulized, evil version of him. There were no actions or words done or spoken by both of the Sector Z operatives at the same time. It was just Lenny. It was just his brother. "I-I can't believe this… You're not delightfulized anymore," Nick managed to say, breaking from his strong, stubborn demeanor.

...I doubt anyone could be happier than me that they're back. Because for me, the loss of Sector Z wasn't just losing some random operatives, or even a friend…

"Daddy, where's Lenny?" a young Nick asked, walking up to his father. He knew the approximate time Lenny came home from school everyday, and when he didn't show up, he got worried. So every time Lenny appeared to be late, he asked his father where he was, and he always knew.

Except this time, he didn't. "I'm sure his bus just got delayed, kiddo. He'll be home soon," Mr. Kemp replied.

Nick proceeded to walk back over to a window, keeping watch for the bus that never stopped at his house.

…I lost family.

Everyone gets hung up in time and fate eventually, whether it be positive or negative, good or bad. And it's up to us to find a way to undo the bad parts, or at the very least learn from them.

I lost my brother the day Sector Z was delightfulized. I fought my brother without even knowing who he was. But now, I have him back, all thanks to one small recommission mission.

The best of the best is back. They're back to normal once and for all and ready to fight, so tyrants better be weary.

"Hey, what'cha writing?"

Nick jumped at the sound of his brother's voice, immediately slamming his journal shut. He turned around to see Lenny, staring at him with an eyebrow raised. "Well?" Lenny said.

"It's nothing important," Nick replied hastily, his face growing hot.

"If it's not that important then get up off that couch. You know today's the day," he said.

Nick cocked his head to the side slightly, giving his older brother a puzzled expression. "What do you mean?"

"The day we look around that creepy room filled with my sector's old stuff?" Nick still looked confused, causing Lenny to roll his eyes. "Just c'mon. They're waiting on us."

Nick quickly shoved his journal under a couch cushion and followed his brother out of the Sector OT treehouse. He suddenly remembered where they were going: Virginia, all the way on the other side of the country, to the Sector Z treehouse. To that room that he had heard so much about since the sector was recommissioned.

The room of memories, they called it; it was a one of a kind room that he was about to explore. But he really didn't feel the need to explore it. As long as everyone was back, in his book, everything was okay.