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Father sat in his reclining chair, legs crossed, as his hoard of ninjas sat around the room taking calls and crunching numbers. Chad and Cree were supervising for the most part, unless he required one of them to go fetch him more tea. This was the easy part, he knew it. Collecting the donations was so simple and effecting that he was almost mad he had not thought of it before. However, this plan, through it's time consuming procreation, had become so utterly amazing he could not think of any way it could fall apart… as long as everyone played their part. And they would play their parts brilliantly.

He glanced upward at the donation ticker he had built into the wall above his fireplace. It showed the current amount of donations received and who currently held the pleasure of destroying the TND operative of their choosing as long as the matched his asking price or outbid someone else. He offered them as a Sector deal and as individuals, so far most people were going for them as individuals. He flipped through the long list with his remote, Sector W was the first one to be brought out as a group for a mere cool million. This surprised him, they put up quite during his Delightful Children's birthday celebration a long time ago. However, they had not done much since so, more power to Mr. Frybingle. He saved up a lot of his meager teacher's salary to gain three fun new toys when the time came.

He flipped to the screen with Sector V on it and smiled. They were going to make his filthy, stinking rich. The bids on Numbuh 3 alone were reaching into the billions and climbing. Numbuhs 5 and 1 were closing in on trillions. The biggest pains in his ass were very popular. He had given thought to bidding on them himself, however, with Nigel being his nephew, he thought it best to stay out of it and let others do as they please.

"Father!" a voice from behind his chair called him and he immediately brought his pipe up to his mouth, lit it and took a slow, calming, puff. "Father, it's the mole."

A cell phone appeared over his shoulder and took it, putting it to his ear, "Amado," he said, a gray cloud came from his mouth.

There was a rustling on the other end and then a husky, deep response, "Father," the sound of an engine starting up was heard next, "He is on board. You can take him off the Sector V options now."

Father felt himself grow very excited hearing this and had to work very hard not to flare up, there were a lot of important papers in the room after all. "It seems to good to be true, this was done rather painlessly, it seems."

There was a pause, Not entirely, sir…" Father could almost feel something ridiculous coming, "His only requests are that he gets to see his brother…"

"Easy enough," Father hastily interrupted.

"And that Abigail Lincoln be given the chance to join the organization."

"WHAT!"

Several ninjas, phones and folders were suddenly thrown backwards by the burst of flame. Screaming and the thumps could be heard, but Father paid them no mind. Ninjas from the far side of the room quickly ran over to snuff out their companions. Chad was amongst the group closest to Father and was blasted across the room, into a group of lower grade ninjas and bookshelves.

"CHAD!" Cree ran across the room, flipping over a fallen ninja operative and an incoming chair.

Chad's armor was not up when the blast went off. A lot of ninja's did not have their armor up. Cree caught sight of father as she went leaping her way to Chad. When she reached the pile of people and wood she knew he was under, she began flinging bodies aside, caring very little if they were injured or not. She found Chad and three other people trapped under a large stack of thick books. She called her lover's name again, hoping he would wake up—he didn't. There was a gash on the right side of his head, bleeding profusely and mixing with the blood of others around him. Another heat wave sent Cree to her knees in pain, but moments later she was up again, trying to lift the books off of the three unconscious people.

"Chad wake up!" She screamed.

Father was standing now, yelling into the phone, "Explain to me, Amado, why you thought that was an acceptable term. She is making me trillions right now." His tone was calm but bit with anger and malice.

"Father!" Cree called.

On the other end of the phone Amado chuckled, "Sir, if I did not think that they would both be valuable assets to you, I would not have even entertained the thought. You hired me because I am very much a genius."

"She is valuable to me right now, making me money. Then when someone has bid high enough, she will be valuable to me dead, when she can't cause me anymore trouble!" Father yelled into the phone, sending out more fire into the room. More screams sounded, and more screams he ignored. Then a thought dawned on him, one far more diabolical than he had before.

"Father, STOP!" Cree called again.

And Father did stop. The flames slowly died down and the temperature of the room dropped. Ninjas scrambled about trying to help their fellows in action, pulling some out of wreckage from some of Father's expensive furniture, others stomping out their compatriots, everyone was scrambling. Father sat down in his plush chair and gracefully crossed his legs. "Deal," he said simply.

Amado laughed again, "What's the catch?"

"You catch her, Mr. Gilligan can keep her," he paused to puff his pipe, "AfterI am done with her."

"I will consult with him, sir."

"No negotiations. I promise to be gentle with her." He then hung up the phone before Amado had a chance to respond. He was going to have his way, that is how things worked.

Behind Father, Cree had finally managed to pull Chad out from his grave of heavy boots. He was breathing, for that she could not have been more thankful, and his eyes were moving side to side in under his eye lids. She gave him a couple slaps, not too hard, just attempting to shock him into waking up. "Chad," she spoke softly, lips right next to his ear, "Chad, come on, wake up!" The blond boy gave a groan but did not wake up. Cree then turned to the rest of her scrambling squad and started to bark out orders, "Get the medic squad down here as soon as possible! All able bodied ninjas need to find someone and drag them into the yard for pick up!"

As her orders took form and people were being moved, Father called for her, "Cree, darling."

Through clenched teeth she responded, "Yes, Father?" she involuntarily balled her hands into fists.

"I'll need you to go get your sister for me."

"Why?"

He immediately rounded on her, causing her to cringe backwards a bit, "Do not question me. Bring her to me. That is all!"

By now a ninja had come and hauled Chad off of her lap, promising to take good care of him. She watched the small trail of blood, cloth and hair leading out of the door, thanking God that Chad only had a scratch on the side of his head. It could have been much worse. Then she looked at Father and knew, his latest request confirming, that it was going to get much worse. "Yes, Father," she bowed and hastily left, the room smelled of burning flesh and evil.

...

"The Egyptian Base was compromised up to an estimated month ago…" Nigel jumped straight into the meeting as soon as Abby and Wally set foot into the conference room. From his plank-like stiffness and flat tone, both of his operatives knew he had no time for any kind of nonsense. The CPU sat untouched at the foot of his lectern, Numbuh 4 on one side of the room and Numbuh 5 on the opposite. The head of the team continued, "Numbuh 5, it was Cree who took over the base."

Abby just chuckled, "Tell me when I'm going in."

Nigel was taken back by her abrupt willingness to go in after her own sister so fast. He found it comforting and a bit psychotic, "Easy, not sending you in just yet. But it is good that you are ready for Cree. That's one sibling we're done talking about for now…"

Wally piped up then, "Don't bother, we just saw Mushi and Tommy. Tommy was STANDING!" he paused and slumped into the couch a little more, "Good looks on telling us all that Mushi was still alive, Numbuh 1."

Both Abby and Nigel gave him a sideways glanced and sighed. That was really just the tip of the iceberg.

Numbuh 1 stepped from his lectern and stood in front of the operatives, hands pressed palm down on the circular table in which the couch formed a wide U around and spoke very clearly so that they both understood that they were not to freak out, "I'm going to be dropping a lot of information on you both, so please," he looked sternly at Wally, "Please save your reations until the end. Got it?"

They both nodded their compliance.

He took a deep breath, "Firstly, I apologize for not fully filling anyone in on the whereabouts of Mushi. It was an intensely personal decision that I now know was wrong and selfish. I thought I was protecting the team, in essence," he paused and looked over the two heads in front of him, "I understand that now."

"Tell that to Kuki." The absolute sorrow in Wally's voice almost made his insolence bearable to Nigel.

"I just did."

"What?" Wally followed Nigel's sight towards the back of the room, where in the doorway, stood Kuki, blaster raised and aimed straight at Abby's head. Abby made no moves to flee, she was not even looking at Kuki. "Kuki! What are you doing?" Wally screamed, jumping over the couch and standing in front of the blaster.

Kuki stood bug-eyed, unflinching as Wally approached her, hands out as though to calm her. Her entire body was shaking and her breathing was erratic. Even as Wally continued to speak to her, she glared into the back of Abby's skull, so focused. Nigel made a move towards Abby, halted when the girl raised a slender hand and pulled a large red cap out of her pocket.

"For fucks sake!" Nigel yelled, "Kuki put the damn thing down!"

Kuki laughed shrilly and moved a step forward. "Let me hear her say it!"

Wally moved toward her again, "Kuki," he had no plan. He was sure something bad was going to happen if he did not think of one and fast, "Baby, put the gun down. Abby did not kill Mushi."

When Kuki suddenly turned her glance on him, Wally flinched. There was a fire and hate there that he had only seen in the past when he had made fun of her Rainbow Monkies. He felt himself instinctively take a step back. She was directly in front of him in two graceful steps, blaster still pointed at Abby's head, Abby still hadn't moved, "You're so stupid Wally," Kuki spat, "I now know that Abby really had nothing to do, in the long run, with my sister's disappearance. That all came back to me, decommissioning flaw," she chuckled and shrugged, "However, when that came back to me, so did my senses so to speak."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Wally asked, honestly confused.

Kuki's only response was to sweep his legs and send him tumbling to the floor. Without another word she stepped over his body, closing the distance between her and the couch and pressed the tip of the gun onto the back of Abby's head. "Fucking say it!" she jabbed Abby's head with the gun.

Abby stood in one smooth motion, turning as she did. She adjusted her cap and made sure to pull the rim down so it sat just over her eyes, just how it used to. Nigel touched her shoulder, she brushed it off and gave a stern look that told him to back off right then and there and he did, quickly.

The stare off ended soon enough. Abby put her hands on her hips and shifted her weight to one side before stating, clearly so there was no mistaking, "I told the decommissioning operators to ensure that your cognitive development would be stunted…"

"What? Abby why?" Nigel asked from behind her. He honestly had no idea.

"Because I felt like it would slow the process of the mental blocks deterioration. And everyone prefers a stupidly happy Kuki Sanban." She said simply. Emotionless.

"Let her finish!" Kuki yelled. Her hair was messed up ten ways to Sunday, the sweat forming on her brow and upper lip was making her look feral as well. Both boys in the room knew something bad was about to happen now, there was no going back.

Abby then laughed, "And then I fucked your boyfriend!"

The breath of time that passed between that statement and the ensuing explosion gave no room for either Numbuh 1 or Numbuh 4 to stop either of them.


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