He glanced up at the other, a look of hatred a despise casted in his eyes, but he changed it to neutrality. "It's nice seeing you too.....oh shoot, I forgot which one you were. Me being in hiding and all really messes you up, ya know." Odd he would mention that. He still looked 12, at least from what was visible.

"Im Numbah 59, Weapon's Specialist" I say to Numbah 675, "ive designed most of the Tech for the KND, so if you need anything spruced up or fixed, Im the man to see"

"Hm, wonderful...another person who can get in contact with the heads, I suppose." He wasn't very happy, as he had a small slip labeled DECOM on his right shoulder.

(( was that a thought or what you said? I was slightly confused by that. ))

( He said that out-loud. Heh, sorry for the confusion.)

(( ok ))

"Kinda" I say not getting the sarcasm, "they call me when they want something done, not vice versa"

He sighed "I know. Just that you're one of the very VERY few that I'm talking to....ever since I got this stupid tag." He was talking about the DECOM slip on his jaket, which was sewn in.

"Oh" I say now in a very serious tone, "so your in your teens?"

"Mmmmhm. But hey, nobody cares enough about the ONLY TACTICS SPECIALIST in the entire KND." He was irritated at the thought.

"Well ... Hold on a moment" I say as I head into the treehouse, mind actively focused on the task at hand.

He thought this would be bad, so he hid under an old bush right next to the tree-house, where he had built a survival bunker for just an occasion. He shut the hatch, but forgot to lock it.

I start accessing the KND Mainframe, and start looking through his record, I then hack it to show instead of needing decommission to the Teenagers Next Door, or TND, I then head back out "Numbah 675? Where did you go?" I say before looking around

The hatch blew open, as he talked with someone in the survival bedroom, which was somewhat close to the surface.

I see the door pop up, unaware it was there , I look at it and see what is going on in there.

He was talking with someone, another kid perhaps, who was wearing a blue suit and tie. There was a red a white football helmet on the floor, the two playing a board game and talking. "Hah, it's been WAY too long since we talked!"

I watch silently, trying to see where I knew the other kid from, he looked awfully familiar. I wait to see what is discussed.

The two discussed some things like school, and their plans over the summer..until eventually..."So, I guess they're still stealing your cake every year?" He said with a sarcastic and mocking tone. The other kid replied, in an almost droning tone, "Yes, we haven't had it for a while. It's really annoying."

I keep a keen eye on the situation, still trying to peg who this kid is, for some reason I know I shouldn't like him.

675 handed the stranger the football helmet and smirked. "Can't forget this, Lenny. Hate for you to go home without it, ya know?" The other child chuckled and put it on, and they both stood up. "Exit's right up there, just go up the ladder."

I quickly reel away, trying to be as silent as possible, and get out of Lennys way, I keep trying think of who he is before I see 675 again

They both climbed back up, the other boy leaving as 675 sat down next to a bush, shutting the hatch.

once the other boy leaves I run back to 675, "Hey I changed your status in our system, no one will take you into Decom any time soon."

"Oh, hey, sweet. Now I just need to cut the tag off and bam. THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS, STUPID!" He had a very. VERY short temper.

"Whoa calm down, what do you mean that is not how it works?" I say, wondering if I had made a mistake

"Ugh, look, I've been hiding for a while now. You only changed ONE system. I'm still wanted on a MUCH larger level. Luckily, I can probably get into it.." He was clearly smarter than he looked for been a teenager.

"By other places, do you mean the Moon Base, Arctic base, the mainframe, and the individual operating systems in all minor bases?" I saw with a smug grin before pulling out lollipop and popping it in my mouth, "when it comes to programming, I'm very thorough"

"Ooohohoh no. I've seen things most of you won't in a LIFE TIME. I would tell ya what I mean, but I don't think you could keep your mouth shut long enough for me to tell you." He wore that classic sly smirk across his face. The smirk almost said 'Go ahead, ask me. You can't handle it.'

"Try Me" I say before putting my lollipop in my mouth

"Heh, childish. You remember Uno, right? Promoted a few years back when he turned 13? Yeah. Nobody knew where the dude went...Ehe, except me. I got video footage as proof. I saw em and spied in on the whole meeting, even the before transmission. But, once again, I think you're too CHILDISH to handle it." Ugh, TND's...always doubting the lower ones. He had that same smirk across his face, his right hand in his hoodie pocket, as if grabbing something.

"Well, Go ahead then, if I'm to childish then it wont matter if I know, if I am capable of handling it then I will be a great asset."

He shot a small grin at him "Well, if you say so bud." He handed the other agent his phone with a video on it. "Knock yourself out." It looked like an illegal file to have, or an anti-KND propaganda. "I could've gotten in MAJOR trouble if I was caught with this video. Heh, and I did. Sentenced to immediate decommisioning, but I made it out."

"Wait, so the G:KND are turning against earth?" he said spitting out his sucker.

"Well, according to this they are...maybe this is just a jammed or faked transmission, but I dunno..." He now had an unsure face...