Color of faith

Chapter two: I never planed this

Numbuh Two sat by his drawing board, thinking up something to repel against a sudden ice-cream men attack, he had recently seen that they were not ready for it, anything else, yes, but not ready to be attacked by ice-cream men while sleeping. The ninja detectors were too high-levels based to notice movement from someone who had more then once taken apart his security system and by consequence annoyed him to NO end.

He was mumbling to himself on all the violently horrible things he planned to do to them if they put their dirty, adult hands on his delicate, innocent equipment ever again when his eyes picked up a silent light, red and discrete. [Kids next door: S.I.L.E.N.T. Serene Intelligent Light indicates Enemy with No conspicuous Tone] Why would someone touch the silent alarm from the tree house’s kitchen? ‘If the blasted thing is going off on its own again I’m going to pop a blood-vessel.’ He thought, already overworked. He just sat there staring at it and counting its pattern. When it became errant his blood ran cold; there he was staring at it while someone was too scared to make a sound just a few seconds from him. He hurriedly grabbed his communicator and tried contacting numbuh one.

The sound that came from the hall made him jump and yelp. He gripped the emergency lockdown lever of his room and pulled on it like if it had just put a gun to his head. The doors slammed shut one after the other protecting him from the unknown danger in the kitchen. “What is it, numbuh two?” Came the voice from his communicator. “Numbuh two?” a pause “Numbuh two respond!” it was becoming alarmed but by then numbuh two had already decided he didn’t want to make too much noise.

“Please keep it down, numbuh one!” He said, ducking over his chair and looking around for a weapon. A relieved sigh indicated him the numbuh one had heard him.

“Numbuh two, what happened, are you alright?” Said numbuh one with his voice the lowest he could mutter at him. It sounded a bit odd coming from the device. “Where’s numbuh five?” he added after a pause, numbuh two had retrieved a mustard gun from a shelf.

“She’s probably in the kitchen, I don’t know her status but she alerted me via S.I.L.E.N.T.”

“It’s probably those ice-cream men again, numbuh two, me and numbuhs three and four will sneak in through the top of the three” Numbuh two could hear his vehicle beeping something and recognized it as the stealth he had equipped in it. “Meanwhile you open the hangar an let us in. Be prepared if enemies use this a a means to get I- ” Static.

“Numbuh one? Oh no, I don’t want to repair these too!” He grumpily got up and opened the hangar as ordered. His pupuls got really, really small while his goggle-covered retinas got really, really big. The sweet revenge was simply floating above the hangar gates. He felt the flesh under his left eye twitch a bit as he closed the gates frozen in his spot. ‘I can’t breathe’ his lips silently articulated as he avoided letting go of the little air hovering in his lungs, already knowing the symptoms too well. The static cleared.

“-Numbuh two, do you read me?! I said don’t open the Hangar doors- NUMBUH THREE!” Static again. ‘I can’t breathe’ He thought again. He looked up and saw the iron gates indent as if something impacted it ferociously. ‘I can’t breathe’ He finally thought as the world became blank and the floor got rapidly close to him.