Chapter 7: Area 51

Twenty minutes later the team was back at No.9's headquarters. Mr. Invent picked up the controller for the Infester and started directing it towards the offices of the facility. They had already passed several rooms: the toilet, the lobby, and the waiting room (why they had a waiting room in a secret facility was a mystery to all of them).


After a few minutes of searching, the Infester had finally reached the office of the Agency Director.

The eyes of The Infester moved downward slowly, looking into the room from one of the air vents. There were two people inside of the office: a military general of some sort, by the look of his medals and uniform, and the head of the agency itself, William Cobbledhead. It seemed like they were talking about something secretively. Not wanting to miss anything, Mr. Invent turned up the microphone.

"You see how important this is!" the general suddenly screamed at Cobbledhead. The feedback from the Infester made the team cringe and Mr. Invent quickly turned the mic back down to its normal level. "If we don't get that crystal it could be the end of civilization as we know it," the general boomed.

He must be one powerful man to be yelling at Mr. Cobbledhead.

"Yes, general, I do, and I understand your concern, but let's not get ahead of ourselves," Cobbledhead replied. "I don't think that someone is trying to steal the crystal to start a war. Besides, even if someone was able to steal it, again very unlikely, they probably wouldn't have the Fulton device. The crystal would be absolutely useless to them."

At this the general's face turned deep crimson. "Well I only know one thing," he said, "we don't have the Fulton either, so somebody else does!"

The general slammed the door as he walked out of the office steaming in anger.

Mr. Cobbledhead calmly clicked on the buzzer on his desk. "Caroline? I would like you to send Team 4 to Area 51," he said into the box on his desk. "Tell them their mission is to retrieve the Crylon Crystal. When it is obtained it should be brought directly to me immediately. Understood?"

"Yes, sir," Caroline replied.

No.9 looked around at everyone's faces.

They had gotten their first real mission....And they were going to Area 51!

There was only one problem...

"Let's go now!" said L.G. excitedly.

"How are we supposed to get there, bubble brain?" asked Bombshell.

Everyone was troubled at this. It was true, they had no way to get there.

"Well," said Mr. Invent, "there is something I've been working on..."

*      *      *

Mr. Invent led the crew to a small shack a few miles away. L.G. brought a laptop with a direct feed to Cobbledhead's office just in case any more important information came up before they left.

"Come on in," he said.

"We can't all fit in there!" Blonde Bomb protested.

"Oh, don't worry, we will."

They all walked inside.

"OW!" Blonde Bomb yelled.

"Get off my arm!" said L.G., squished against the wall.

Mr. Invent walked to the back of the shack and dug around in his pockets. "Here it is," he said after a while. He pulled out what looked to be a blue plastic credit card . He swiped the card through a tiny grey slot near the door to the shack and suddenly there was a small rumble and they were moving downward.

"Cool elevator," said No.9 impressed.

After a few seconds they stopped and Mr. Invent opened the door of the shack-disguised elevator behind them. The room they entered was large and as wide as three swimming pools in all directions.There was a strong smell of dirt in the air.

"Come on," said Mr. Invent, leading them towards the center of the room. "Ah, here she is," he said, pointing to a large object covered in a white sheet.

"What is it?" No.9 asked.

"It's a hovercraft," said Mr. Invent as he pulled the white sheet off of his finest creation.

No.9 walked towards the hovercraft, gliding his hands along the metallic coating. It was circular in shape, almost like a flying saucer from a 1950s horror movie. There were six windows around the side of the the saucer with a large black dome on top.

"Sweet," No.9 said in awe.

Mr. Invent smiled. "It is pretty sweet isn't it?"

Everyone came forward to get a better look at the strange invention.

"How many people can it fit inside?" asked L.G.

"Well, it should fit all of us with a little room to spare," said Mr. Invent.

"How high can it go?" asked No.9

"With our weight we should just barely make 1,000 feet," Mr. Invent said. "Do you guys want to stay here and ask questions all day or go get that crystal?"

"Let's go!" they all yelled.

Mr. Invent pushed a button on a tiny remote control on his key chain. There was a soft beep and the entire dome of the hovercraft split open and folded down into two ramps in opposite directions.

"Hop in!" Mr. Invent said.

They all filed into the hovercraft one-by-one up the black ramp. There was a cockpit with two seats in front of the largest windows and behind the cockpit was the main cabin with two rows of four seats. The inside was large and spacious and the seats were made of leather. It reminded No.9 of a private jet.

Mr. Invent hopped into the driver seat in the cockpit. "Everyone ready? Good. Let's go," he said.

Mr. Invent typed in some kind of number on a small computer in front of him. The black dome close above them and the vehicle jerked ten feet into the air. He grabbed the steering wheel and pushed down on the metal pedal at his feet.

"Hey! How do we get out?"asked Genie Wiz.

"There's a hole at the end of a tunnel up ahead that goes right over the cove," Mr. Invent replied. He slammed the pedal down and the hovercraft went faster than a bullet flying through the narrow tunnel. They could see a speck of light the size of a postage stamp ahead. Every second they were going faster and faster. The hole was coming up. They were only two feet away now. Faster than ever they burst through the hole just above the ocean.

They wouldn't have to travel very far to Area 51. The longest it would take was an hour.

The hovercraft was going faster now. No.9 glanced at the speedometer in front of Mr. Invent. They were going precisely 195 miles per hour.

"Mr. Invent," said No.9, "can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what?" Mr. Invent replied.

"Your secret room would make a perfect headquarters. Do you think we could make a permanent move there?"

"I'd be honored!" said Mr. Invent excitedly.

"Great! Hey, what should we name this hovercraft by the way?"

"How about The Destroyer?" L.G. chimed in.

"No way. Too action movie-ish," replied Bombshell.

"How about Wings of Fire?" said Genie Wiz.

"It doesn't have wings," Mr. Invent said. "How about the Alley Cat?"

"I like it!" said Blonde Bomb.

"Me too!" said No.9.

"Alley Cat it is then," said L.G.

A while later the Alley Cat had approached a sign that read "Welcome to Nevada." Mr. Invent started typing at the miniature computer that was next to the steering wheel.

No.9 saw him type in "Area 51."

There was a small BEEP and the computer showed the exact location of the once-secret base.

Mr. Invent put the Alley Cat on auto-pilot. "Any minute now," he said.

In the distance they could see tiny buildings about the size of a toenail.

"There it is," L.G. said, pointing to the far-off base.

"We need to stop a few miles out," Mr. Invent said.

"Why?" asked No.9

"So they don't see us," replied Mr. Invent. "My radar jammers can get us close, but once we're in better range they'll definitely be able to track us."

No.9 nodded in understanding. Mr. Invent dropped the altitude of the Alley Cat. When it landed the crew stepped out into the dark on the dry flat desert.


"Okay, I brought everyone something to help us out," Mr. Invent said while pulling out six blue necklaces. "They're stealth necklaces. Every time you put it on you'll have about five minutes of camouflage. It's only five minutes, so use them wisely." He handed everyone a necklace.

"Alright ladies and gentlemen, let's go," said No.9.

The crew started running as fast as they could towards the base.

"There's a secret entrance just up ahead," said Mr. Invent running in the lead. He stopped after a few paces and got down on his knees to dig. "Here it is!" he exclaimed. He uncovered a large metallic door. Mr. Invent turned a valve and pulled up, opening the covering and revealing a large tunnel. "Come on," he said, climbing down inside.

"How do you know so much about this place?" Bombshell asked as she closed the iron door.

"I used to be a little obsessed with this place," said Mr. Invent as led them through the tunnel. "I had maps and blueprints for the entire place sent to me when I made it into the agency. I guess I have a thing for aliens."

They all continued down the tunnel. It smelled strongly of boiled cabbage and was long and dark making it hard for the team to see their way around. Finally, after about ten minutes of running in the dark they had reached another hatch door.

"Let's go," said No.9, turning the handle.

A burst of light came at their faces. They were suddenly blinded since they had gotten used to the dark of the dank tunnel.

After a few seconds they could see clearly again. When they climbed out what they saw was amazing.

To the right of them was a large bunker with "A-5" written on it. To the left was a similar bunker with "A-1" on the front of the door. In front of them was a vast space of crates and boxes.

"Oh my God," Genie Wiz whispered. "We're actually here. In Area 51! The most top secret place in the world!"

"Well, it can't be very top secret if we know about it," said No.9.

Suddenly three shadowy figures ran across the opposite end of the large courtyard.

"That must have been Team 4," No.9 whispered to the others. "Let's split into pairs. One group follows Team 3, the other two go to bunker A-5 or A-1." He pointed out all of the directions the groups would go in to the others.

No.9 and L.G. went to follow Team 4, Genie Wiz and Mr. Invent went to the bunker marked A-1, and Blonde Bomb and Bombshell went to A-5.

"We need to communicate with these walkie-talkies," said No.9 handing one to each pair. "Our rendezvous point is the entrance to the tunnel. Alright, let's go."

No.9 and L.G. creeped towards Team 4.

"Ok, there they are," said L.G.

Team 4 was made up of five agents, they're number classification meant that they were majors.

No.9 stared at them long and hard to determine if they were carrying anything.

"I can't tell if they have it or not," No.9 said. He pulled out one of the pencils Mr. Invent had made and tore off the eraser. He threw the eraser bomb directly at Team 3.

BOOM!

The three agents fell to the ground, out cold.

No.9 and L.G. ran towards them. L.G. searched around for the crystal but it couldn't be found. The walkie-talkie crackled and Genie Wiz's voice came on.

"Is everyone alright? We heard an explosion. Over."

"We're fine," No.9 replied quickly. "Team 3 did not have the crystal. L.G. is heading over to bunker A-1 and I'm heading towards bunker A-5. Over."

"Okay, we'll see you soon," Blonde Bomb checked in. "Over."

"Over and out," said No.9 before putting away the walkie-talkie 

L.G. and No.9 split up.

No.9 entered bunker A-5 and saw a marvelous sight. In the very center of the room was a large spacecraft. It looked eerily similar to Mr. Invent's hovercraft.

"Wow," said No.9 a little taken aback. Everyone thought that Area 51 was holding aliens, but he had never actually believed it.

No.9 looked toward Blonde Bomb and Bombshell. They were standing perfectly still. He didn't understand why they were doing this at first, but then he noticed the guard walking around the perimeter of the room.

The guard was big and round like a Christmas ham. His flashlight was shining inches away from Blonde Bomb and Bombshell and his pistol was drawn and prepared to fire. He turned the opposite direction and spoke into his walkie-talkie, "Everything checks out here. I'm heading towards A-1 now." Then he quietly walked out.

No.9 pulled out his walkie-talkie to warn the others. "L.G. there's a guard headed your way. Hide!"

"Thanks, No.9," L.G. whispered.

"I think I may have found it," Blonde Bomb said.

"Found what?" asked No.9 turning towards her.

"You know...it?" said Genie Wiz.

"Oh, right!" said No.9. "Where?"

"There," said Blonde Bomb pointing at a half open door. Both of them looked pale white and refused to move an inch.

"Okay, well I guess I'll go get it then," said No.9. He was a little worried about why they were acting so strange.

No.9 headed towards the door. He pushed it open and tried to scream, but nothing had come out. There were glass tubes everywhere around the room containing slimy grayish creatures.

At the end of the room was a large glass case holding a glowing ruby red crystal.

No.9 walked slowly towards the case expecting one of the foreign monsters to to jump out and attack him. When he reached the crystal he noticed that the case was tightly sealed shut. There was no other choice. He'd have to break it.

No.9 took out his walkie-talkie. "Everyone get to the rendezvous point," he warned. "Be ready to run back to the Alley Cat. You might want to use those necklaces now. Over."

"Message received No.9," L.G.'s voice crackled in. "Over and out."

No.9 looked around the room for something to break the case, all the while trying not to look the frightening figures in the glass tube in their black eyes. After a few seconds he found a spare flashlight laying on a desk opposite the row of tubes. He gripped it tightly in his hands and stood in front of the glass case holding the crystal. He waited a few seconds and then...

CRASH! 


An alarm instantly rang throughout the entire base. He grabbed the crystal and slipped on the blue necklace. There was a strange tingling sensation and he knew he must be invisible. He ran out of the bunker passing several guards, all of them staring right through him. He stopped at the entrance to the tunnel and said, "Are you here?"

"Yes," came five voices from below.

"Good, let's get out of here," said No.9.

He jumped into the tunnel and they all ran as fast as they could towards the door in the dessert.

After a few minutes of sprinting they reached their exit. L.G. struggled to open the latch as they all panted in the dark. They were equally out of breath and afraid. When L.G. had finally managed to open the door they all swarmed out of the hole, They could see the Alley Cat up ahead as they towards it as fast as they could. When they were a few feet away six guards emerged out of the tunnel behind them with sniper rifles, taking aim at the crew.

The necklaces had apparently worn off.

Mr. Invent pushed the remote to open the top of the Alley Cat and the rest of the crew quickly jumped in. No.9 was the last one to make it to the ramp, just before a rifle bullet struck the sand where he had been standing.

"Well that was close," No.9 said as the Alley Cat rose into the air and sped away from Area 51.

Chapter 6: Operation Infest

"Ok, we're ready," Mr. Invent said, revealing something that looked like a cockroach.

"We call it The Infestor," said L.G. "It looks like your average cockroach but it's actually, what we think, is the most sophisticated bug system ever."

L.G. and Mr. Invent smiled and bowed while everyone clapped.

"Its eyes contain tiny cameras that will allow us to see almost anything." said Mr. Invent.

"And its antennas are actually tiny microphones that direct everything that is said back to headquarters," L.G. interrupted excitedly.

"We can also control it with this remote," said Mr. Invent.

Everyone let out a "cool" at the same time.

"Well let's go!" said No.9

"Yeah, let Operation Infest commence," Genie Wiz said.

*      *      *

The next morning everyone met Agent No.9 at an old abandoned school.

"Everybody here?" asked No.9. "Good. I looked up on this place and-"

Everyone started looking around. This didn't look like a high-tech secret agent headquarters.

"-and this is one of the most guarded facilities in the country. First, there's a painting of some sort in the building with a security code in the frame. We need that code to get in. L.G., Genie Wiz, you can take care of this right?"

They both nodded.

"After we have the code we have to worry about the traps in the floor of the main hall. This hall has tiled black and white squares, but only one set are safe to step on. If you step on the wrong one the alarm system goes off. Fifty-fifty shot."

Everyone got a little bit more tense.

"Now, at the end of the hallway there's a door. Above that door is a small shaft. That's the drop off point. Everyone got it?"

They all looked at No.9 and nodded.

"Good. Let's go."

The crew opened the double doors that led into the lobby of the school.

"Everyone look around for a painting," whispered L.G.

They all split up to look for the painting. They were all unsuccessful.

"Where could that painting be?" questioned Blonde Bomb.

Genie Wiz shrugged, looking around.

"Man, this place must be really old, there's dirt all over the place," said No.9, as he tried to sweep the dirt away with his foot.

It didn't move a bit.

"Wait a minute, this isn't dirt. This is..." No.9 walked up a winding stone staircase to the second floor. When he reached the top he leaned over the rail and said, "Paint. Looks like I found our painting."

The others looked down at the floor. They all looked confused. No.9 motioned for all of them to come up to the second floor with him. They all ran as fast as they could up the stone steps and stood next to No.9. Then they all looked down to see a picture of an old man of about 60 staring up at them with a smile too big for his face.

"Genius," said Bombshell.

"Brilliant!"exclaimed Mr. Invent.

"Only one problem," said L.G. "Where's the security code?"

Everyone suddenly realized that there was no frame, and if there was no frame than there was no security code.

"Wait! I see it!" said Blonde Bomb, pointing at something silver looking.

They all rushed down toward the object. It was a plaque that read:

"Dr. Joseph C. Black"

"Well I'll be," said Genie Qiz as she pushed back the plaque to reveal a keypad.

"L.G., can you crack the code?" asked No.9.

"No sweat," said L.G.

L.G. took out his decoder and plugged it into a tiny hole at the side of the keypad. Suddenly there was a loud BANG!

L.G.'s decoder had been blown to shreds.

"Looks I can't decode it after all," said L.G. covered in black dust.

"Wait a sec," said Genie Wiz as she reached into her bag. "Let's try The Panther!" She took it out of her bag and pointed it at the keypad. "Ok, here goes nothing," she said as she pushed down the D lace for 'decode.'

After a few seconds of nothing they were ready to give up. But suddenly a small beeping noise came out of The Panther! They all knew what that meant...

"It's decoding!" they all said excitedly.

The password was downloading fast now. The first three letters of the code had already come up. G, O, and D.

"God?" asked No.9, confused.

Then the next letter came up. G, O, D, and F. Then the next one, and then the next one until finally...

BEEP

It was done. The password was: GODFATHER.

As soon as the final letter came up L.G. leapt into an impression of the godfather.

"Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Wednesday," he recited with a thick Italian accent.

Suddenly the room began to rumble. The painting began to split in half, revealing a stone staircase. The group walked down slowly. They couldn't take any chances. At the bottom of the staircase was a large oak door, about ten feet high and six feet wide.

No.9 turned the handle and opened the door to reveal a corridor with black and white tiles.

"Which one is it?" asked Mr. Invent.

"I think it's black, but I can't be sure," said No.9, thinking.

"Well, why do you think it's black?" asked Bombshell.

"Because of the painting," said No.9.

The others were totally confused. No.9 was always a step ahead of them.

"The man in the painting was Dr. Joseph Black," said No.9.

The others finally understood and agreed that No.9 might be right. It's all they had to go on.

"Here goes nothing," said Mr. Invent.

They all stepped on a black tile.

Nothing happened. Not a single sound.

They walked a little faster on the black tiles, reaching the end of the corridor and the ventilation shaft.

Mr. Invent stood on his tiptoes and placed The Infester inside of the shaft as No.9 and L.G. held the ventilation screen open.

The infestation was complete. Now all they had to do was spy on the agency and wait for a mission to be announced.

They would not have to wait long.

Chapter 5: The Name Game

No.9 stopped by his hidden tree house lair to grab the Shocklist and then headed to Jim's old headquarters to warn L.G. and Bombshell. When he arrived they were surprised to see him, and even more surprised to learn that their team leader was a traitor.

"Well, what's so special about this weapon anyway?" Blonde Bomb asked.

"Let's find out, shall we?" replied No.9

He took the secret weapon out of his bag and examined it. It looked like some sort of RPG, but it was three feet long and did not look like it could hold a missile.  One one side of the tube was a small computer screen and keyboard. On the other side was some sort of slot and both openings of the tube were covered in glass. It was unlike any weapon No.9 had seen before.

Mr. Invent and Genie Wiz came behind No.9 and examined the weapon for themselves.

After a while they both said, "It looks like a device that pinpoints the target," at the same time.

"I can see why the CIA wants it," said Genie Wiz. "I'm guessing it fires some sort of laser, but we'd need to test it first to be sure."

"There's no way we're going to fire this thing," No.9 said. "We don't know what it's capable of. We need to find a place to keep it safe for now."

Everyone thought for a brief moment.

"You could come with us," Blonde Bomb said.

"I don't think so, it might be too risky," No.9 replied.

"Why? Don't you trust us yet?" asked Mr. Invent.

"Of course I do," No.9 assured them, "but it's your team leader. She's with the agency."

"Carol is the best leader you could ever ask for!" Mr. Invent said defensively.

"We thought the same thing about Jim," L.G. replied. "I think we need to go off without the agency. Maybe start our own organization?"

The mood of the room was more hopeful at this prospect.

"Ok, but what are we going to call ourselves though?" asked Blonde Bomb. "Every organization has to have a name, right?"

"How about the....N.A.S?" Bombshell replied.

"How do you get that?" asked Genie Wiz.

"National Agent Society...N.A.S!" Bombshell explained.

"No way! That sounds lame!" Genie Wiz scoffed.

"Who asked you?" yelled Bombshell as she rushed over to Genie Wiz in anger. They were nose to nose before No.9 had finally had enough.

"Guys! I mean, girls! We can't do this now," said No.9 stepping in between them. "We don't need a name at all. Mr. Invent, L.G., you think we could make a surveillance system that we could bug the main headquarters with?"

"Absolutely, but why?" asked Mr. Invent.

"Well, how else are we supposed to get our missions?" No.9 replied with a smile.

"Oh, I see, so we can remain anonymous. Off the grid?"asked L.G.

"Exactly!"

No.9 glanced at Genie Wiz and Blonde Bomb. It looked like they had cooled down a little.

"Ok, L.G., Mr. Invent, it's time to get to work."

Chapter 4: The First of Many

No.9 and his crew went into the police station to find Sam E.

As they walked toward the front desk, a tall, slender man came towards them and slipped No.9 a note with a wink. His tag said "Sam E"

The note read, "To get to the door you must go to the front desk and say '112212.' This notifies that you're with Jim. Next he'll direct you to the door, the combination is 1423. After that you're on your own. Good luck."

No.9 and his crew headed to the front desk and whispered, "112212."

The desk manager pointed down to the jail cells and said, "Room D3."

They all started walking towards the jail room when Blonde Bomb noticed the desk manager push a red button and start chuckling.

When they got to cell D3 they didn't see a door at all. Just a simple jail cell.

"Hey, where's the door?" Genie Wiz asked.

"I don't know but it's gotta be around here somewhere," No.9 said.

No.9 moved slowly toward the jail cell bed and looked under it.

"Hey, there's something down here," he said as the others walked towards him.

No.9 moved the bed to discover a steel combination door. He took out the note and reread the combination. No.9 turned the dial to 1 very slowly. The lock made a click and all of the crew got very excited inside.

He turned the dial to the number 4. It didn't make a sound.

"Man, I think Sam E. gave us the wrong numbers on accident!" No.9 said.

"That was no accident. I think he did it on purpose," Blonde Bomb said. "I saw the the desk manager push some kind of button and start laughing when we were walking down here."

"Well, we'll have to figure out the combination ourselves," No.9 said. "Maybe it's in numerical order?"

No.9 turned the dial to the number 2. It made a click. Now the team members got very excited. He turned the dial to 3 and it made another click. Finally, No.9 turned the dial to 4 and it made a final click and opened.

"Amateurs," Genie Wiz laughed.

The team slowly went down the stairs.

No.9 made a stop sign with his hand and pointed to a surveillance camera. He took out a can of blue spray paint and whispered, "So they won't see us." He sprayed a stream of blue paint to cover the lens.

No.9 and his crew walked a little faster down the stairs.

Suddenly Mr. Invent said, "Hey, look!" He pointed to a glass room with the inscription MAIN COMPUTER.

"Let's go get the power lock off," Genie Wiz said.

They walked towards the glass room and suddenly stopped.

"Man! This room is protected by code locks!" No.9 said.

"So! I can just use The Panther to decode it from here," Genie Wiz said.

"Okay, do your thing," said No.9.

Genie Wiz pointed The Panther at the computer and pushed the D lace. The computer made a BEEP sound and started to decode.

Suddenly, footsteps were coming from down the hall.

"Mr. Invent, use The Stinger to see what's down there!" No.9 said quietly.

Mr. Invent took out The Stinger and directed it down the hall. The screen showed five men coming in their direction with hockey sticks and baseball bats.

"Blonde Bomb, take care of it," said No.9.

Blonde Bomb took out the Basket Bomb and the detonator. "Herrrreeeeee's Basket Bomb!" she said, rolling the bomb like a bowling ball towards the guys. When it was an inch away from them she detonated it. "STRIKE! Blonde Bomb wins the championship!"

BEEP


The computer had been hacked and the power locks were turned off.

"Now to find that weapon," No.9 said. "Mr. Invent, use The Stinger again to find a door with a high-tech weapon behind it."

Mr. Invent only had to look for 30 seconds before he said, "Found it! At the end of the corridor turn left and it's in the third room. But Blonde Bomb needs to get her weapons out because there's two guards up there too."

Blonde Bomb automatically took out the Artillery Shell with the Roman candles taped to it.

"Alright, let's go." she said.

They made their way to the door of the room holding the weapon and stood right in front of it, hesitating to go in.

"Alright, are you guys ready?" No.9 asked.

The crew nodded their heads. At that exact second No.9 opened the door and the two guards came running towards them.

Blonde Bomb lit the Roman candles and when the ball of fire hit the guards they both jumped up screaming, "OWWWW!"Then Blonde Bomb threw her homemade explosive powder on them and lit the artillery shell. Suddenly, it went off and made a small explosion, knocking both of the guards out cold.

No.9 grabbed the weapon from the middle of the room before really looking at it. They had all started running out when they heard a voice say, "Not so fast, No.9"

No.9 turned around to see Jim.

"I see you got the weapon I needed. Thank you, I'll take it from here,"Jim said reaching for the weapon.

No.9 pulled the weapon back and asked, "Why Jim? Why?!"

"Well, you see, I work for someone much more powerful than your little secret agent group, and much more powerful than the CIA. I've been using you to get things for the people I work for, and now that you've gotten the weapon I don't need you or your team anymore!"

"Not this time!" said Mr. Invent, taking out the pencil.

He threw the small bomb towards Jim. It exploded and Jim fell to the ground. Mr. Invent tried to shoot him with the poisonous bee-bee's, but he missed. He ran towards Jim to stab him with the pencil knife but at the last second Jim dodged out of the way and pushed Mr. Invent against the wall.

Jim turned towards No.9, but Mr. Invent drew a perfect square around him with the acid mustard. It started to sizzle and burn the floor away, but Jim noticed this and jumped out of the way. The floor fell twenty feet down into the sewers below.

Jim laughed and pulled out his knife, coming towards No.9.

Blonde Bomb pulled out the Power Bomb, lit the fuse, and said, "Astalavista Baby!"

Suddenly the three artillery shells went towards Jim and hit him straight in the chest, knocking him back five feet and into the 20 foot hole into the sewers.

No.9 walked over to the hole, looked inside, and said, "He'll be in there for a while."

No.9 and his crew walked off to his underground office to meet his original crew and decided to move to a new place and leave the agency to start their own. Little did they know how many more adventures and cases they would have....

Chapter 3: The Crew

As No.9 was going out he ran into three kids his own age.

"Hey, are you No.9?" a small, chubby boy asked him.

"Yeah, why?"

"We were told we had a mission and that we'd find a boy named No.9 here."

"Okay, that's me. Let's go down to my office."

No.9 led them to the woods. They arrived at a tree house. He looked around to see if anyone followed them, then reached up to pull a tree branch. When he did, a door in the tree opened and they stepped inside. Around them were computers, a small chest, a refrigerator, and a case with the Shock List inside.

"Okay, let's make some supplies," No.9 said.

He pulled out a few bottles, gun powder, and fuses for small bombs. Then he pulled out a metal computer box, some wires, and  computer chips for a decoder.

"What is this?" Blonde Bomb asked.

"Supplies for our mission," No.9 said.

"We bring our own supplies," said Blonde Bomb.

No.9 looked around the room at all of them.

"Oh, okay. Let's see what you've got. You go first." No.9 said, pointing to Blonde Bomb.

Blonde Bomb pulled out three devices.

"Alright, here's my first weapon. I call it 'Basket Bomb.' See what you do is bounce the ball twice and roll it to your enemy, then you detonate the bomb with the detonator." She pulled out a square button about an inch long. "Put it on your hand, clap, and then...BOOM."

"The other device I have is this," she held up an artillery shell firework with two roman candles taped to it. "First you light the roman candles to effect your enemies. Then throw some of my homemade explosive powder all around your enemies. After that, light the artillery shell and shoot it at the homemade stuff. It'll have a small explosion, but it will definitely knock out your enemy."

"The last thing I have is what I call the Power Bomb." She pulled out a hollowed out baseball bat with three fuses out of the handle. "What you do is light the three fuses and put it down. It'll shoot out small bombs and knock out your enemies."

No.9 put the weapons in an old YMCA gym bag and said, "Now you," pointing to Mr. Invent.

Mr. Invent took out a Nike gym bag with several items in it.

"The first thing I have is this," Mr. Invent took out a mustard bottle.

"What is it?" No.9 asked.

"Yeah, what are you gonna do? Feed them hotdogs?" Genie Wiz laughed.

"No. For your information this is acid! What you do is squirt it on someone and wait five seconds for it to kick in."

"Cool, just don't eat it, right?" No.9 chuckled.

"Yeah. Now the next thing I have is this," Mr. Invent took out what appeared to be an old gym sock.

"Eww, what reeks?!" Blonde Bomb asked.

"I call it 'Smell Shock.' See what you do is push a small button that turns on a gas that smells like someone let out a big one and puts them in a shock."

"I believe it too," No.9 said, disgusted.

"Okay, the next thing I have is this," Mr. Invent pulled out a remote control and a small mechanical red wasp. "I call it 'The Stinger.' You turn it on and look at the video screen on the remote to see what the bee sees. I use it as a tracking device. It's pretty cool."

"Alright, now I have this," Mr. Invent took out a pencil.

"What's this thing?" Genie Wiz laughed out.

"Once again, for you're information, it's a weapon that could save your butt! It's a miniature bomb, a small bee-bee gun, and a knife. First you take the eraser and throw it to make a small explosion. Second, push the tiny button on the side to shoot up to three poisonous bee-bees. Finally, push the tip down to make a knife pop up." Mr. Invent put everything back in the bag and said, "That's it."

No.9 nodded his head and pointed to Genie Wiz and said, "You're next."

Genie Wiz only pulled out one thing.

"Okay, this is called The Panther," Genie Wiz said. She pulled out what looked like a metal football shaped device. "What you do is push down one of the laces on top, which are the letters S, D, or T. S stands for shutdown. Point either end of The Panther at an electronic device and it will shut it down. D stands for decode. Point The Panther at a computer and it will start to decode any password. Last is T, which stands for Terminate. Point The Panther at anything and push the button to terminate it. That's it."

"Hey, it's time," said No.9.

Chapter 2: Mission 3:16

No.9 walked toward the headquarters to find it rampaged and saw drops of blood that led to the main office. Inside there was a big note that said, "Go to the church. Sit in the third row, last seat. Look up Nehemiah 3:16."

The next day No.9 walked alone to the church which was 3 blocks away. No.9 thought Jim, their leader, was dead. He reached the church, walked inside, and sat in the third row pew, last seat.

He grabbed the Bible and and slowly flipped through the pages. Heck, it took him twenty minutes to find the verse. When he found it, he hesitated a little and then read aloud.

"Nehemiah 3:16, beyond him, Nehemiah, son of Azbuk, ruler of a half-district Beth Zur, made repairs up to a point opposite the tombs of David as far as the artificial pool and house of heroes."

No.9 was confused. He started walking. He was trying to think what the verse meant.

No 9 walked to the park to take a longer stroll. He passed by the swimming pool, the David Double Caves, and the heroic paintings room. Suddenly he stopped and remembered the verse.

"This is where they wanted to meet me!"

No.9 walked into the heroic art building. He looked around to find something unusual. He glimpsed a Joan of Arc painting and decided to examine it thoroughly. He looked closer at the painting and noticed nothing. He looked at the initials from the artist and realized they were his own.

No.9, it read.

He unhooked the painting to reveal a piece of paper that was from Jim! No.9 started to read it silently.

"No.9, this is Jim. I'm sorry about worrying you all, but you have another mission...and a new team. Your next mission is very complicated. First, you must go to the underground factory below the police station. Look for Sam E., he'll slip you a note that will tell you the combination to the secret entrance in one of the jail cells. Then when you're there you must find the main computer and turn off the power locks. They are holding a Top Secret weapon in one of the rooms. You must find the weapon without being seen.
Now I must tell you you're team members.
Charlie Vency aka Mr. Invent, an inventor of many things.
Stacie Crace aka Genie Wiz, a computer genius.
Ashley Parker aka Blonde Bomb, you're weapon keeper with a speciality in bombs.
You are point man, No.9. Good luck to you and your crew"

Chapter 1: Agent No.9

"Agent No.9 get over here the guards are coming."

A blonde haired boy did an army crawl into the museum where they were holding the list of all the agents in the world.

Code Name: Shock List

Agent L.G. reached the main computer to turn off the security locks.

"Okay Agent L.G. do your stuff"

Agent L.G. hit enter, the screen said to type in password.

"Hand me the D.C. decoder No.9"

Agent No.9 pulled out a small metal box and plugged it into the computer.

"Alright download that baby!"

Step, step, step, step


"Did you hear that? It sounds like footsteps! Let's go!"

Both boys hid behind a case with dinosaur jaws in it. A shadowy figure was stepping towards them. A shivery feeling ran down their spines.

"KY78527"

That was the code for, "I'm Kelly, no guards, coast is clear.

"Kelly, how did you know I was here?"asked No.9

"I decoded your message on your computer."

"Okay Kelly, you're one of us now. Do you want your old code name back?"said No.9

"Yeah!"

"Let's go," said L.G.

L.G., No.9, and Bombshell, which was Kelly's code name, moved toward the computer and saw the D.C. had cracked the code.

"Okay, the password is...Nolan? What kind of password is that?!"

"Shh! They'll hear you!" Bombshell whispered.

"Yeah, just type in the password bird brain!" No.9 said.

"Okay, okay, gosh, I'm just trying to have a little fun here" L.G. hit enter and turned off all the locks. "There. Happy?"

L.G., No.9, and Bombshell headed towards the door.

"Hey Bombshell, did you bring any supplies?" No.9 asked.

"Yeah, I brought small bomb, artillery cracker, and a knockout smoke bomb," Bombshell said as she took them out of her bag.

"Good. We may need them all. Okay, here's the plan: Bombshell, you throw the small bomb in the middle of the room where those three guards are, L.G. you take the artillery cracker and break the case, but be careful not to hit the Shock List, and I'll put the knockout gas in there for a clean getaway."

Bombshell and L.G. nodded their heads while Bombshell handed out the equipment.

"Bombshell! GO!"

Bombshell lit the fuse and threw the small bomb at the three guards.

BOOM!

L.G. lit the fuse faster than a jackrabbit running from a hunter. He held the artillery cracker like a bazooka and before it shot out he managed to say, "Astalavista Baby!"

SHEEEWWWWW


The artillery shell hit the case without damaging the Shock List. Now No.9 slowly lit the fuse and ran inside to get the Shock List and drop the knockout gas. They scattered like cockroaches into the sewers.

They were heading for their underground office.