Anon and 86

                                                           Anon and 86
                                                           By:Anondive

  Numbuh 62, Anon, was relaxing in his room playing video games after an uneventful day. He sat leaned forward in his chair, just beginning to unwind from yet another monotonous day on the decommissioning squad. The decommissioning squad; his self imposed prison sentence. When he had accepted the assignment he was under the impression that he would be going in “guns ‘a’ blazin', flying fast ships and pursuing defectors.”

So far though, it had just been day after day of escorting miserably depressed operatives into their even more depressing new lives.

 ‘livin the dream’ Anon thought to himself with a roll his eyes.

  Just as a new wave of cynicism was about to wash over him, a thickly accented voice erupted from the speaker in the corner of his room. He paused his game to listen.

“Attention! Attention! This is not a drill! Numbuhs 58, 786 and... ugh... 62... report to briefin' room B immediately!”

  Anon rolled his eyes, before saving his game, sighing and standing up.

“Well, she sounds happy as ever.” he said to himself as he slipped his freshly shed armor back on, buckled it in place, picked his helmet up from it's resting spot on the floor beside his chair and headed out his door.
‘we’re ruining people’s lives after hours now huh?’ He bitterly thought as he stepped into the hallway.

  He locked his door behind him and began his trek down the hall toward one of the dozens of elevators that connected the barracks pod  his room was located in to the central hub of MoonBase.

  ’Wonder what's going on. Fannys never called us out this late before.’ He thought to himself as he pressed a button and awaited his elevator. It arrived not thirty seconds later, he stepped inside, still focused on his own thoughts when a small voice pulled him from his pondering.

  “Oh! ...Hey Numbuh 62... um, going up?”  Anon snapped from his thoughts and finally took in his surroundings upon hearing the voice and took notice of the small blonde girl he was sharing an elevator with.

“Hey Sonia, yup, level 74 if ya don't mind.” Anon replied with a smile. The girl pressed the button before turning to him with a frown.

“Anoooon! You’re supposed to call me Numbuh 83!” She whined.

“Right, right, right. Sheesh, it’s almost like you’re excited to be here.. .Numbuh 83.” He teased.

  As the elevator continued to rise the two joke about everything from Numbuh 1’s bald head, to conspiracy theories about count Spankulot. The fun was cut short; however, as the elevator arrived at floor 74. Anon let out a tired sigh as he yet again remembered his boring assignment on the decommissioning squad.

 “Well, see ya later So- uh, Numbuh 83.” he said as he stepped out of the elevator.
 “Bye, Anon! ...I mean-” the small girl’s reply was abruptly cut off as the elevator doors closed, leaving the frustrated boy alone once again.


  After a short walk down the hall, he finally reached briefing room B. As he donned his helmet and reached for the doorknob, he could hear the muffled voice of his team leader within.

‘Well, here we go’ he thinks as he opens the door and steps in.

  ”And don't forget about- Well look who decided to finally show up! Did ya have a nice walk? Maybe do some sight seein'? Take a seat Numbuh 62! I’ll TRY to get ya up to speed.” Numbuh 86 snarked before adding “If that's even possible.” under her breath. The comment was quiet, but obviously meant to be heard.

  ’Nice to see you too’ he thought to himself, before opening his mouth to speak,
 “Well sooorry. If I’d known ya missed me so much I would’ve double timed it, Fanny~.” He teasingly replied, shrugging off the brunt of her attitude as he took a seat next to his snickering teammates.

He allowed himself a modicum of smug gratification as he noticed his redheaded superior’s face redden and her posture tense up at the mention of her name.

  Unexpectedly; however, instead of the venomous retort he had come to expect from her, the girl offered only a pink faced glare and a small growl in response, before pressing a button and causing the screen at the front of the room to activate and display a picture of some smiling kid wearing glasses and a bowler hat, the wide smile on his face putting his braces prominently on display.

  ”This, is Numbuh 16 squared.” Numbuh 86 informed, as she turned her head slightly to look over her shoulder at the screen “He’s our top researcher in experimental 2x4 technology and applied sciences.” She finished, once again pressing the button. The screen switches to another picture of the aforementioned researcher; This time dressed in a lab coat and holding a glowing green vial with a pair of tongs.

  Anon frowned as he looked at the picture.

‘She calls us down here after hours to show us a slideshow of some dork? Why?’ He wondered before snapping back to reality.

“He’s currently in the process o-“

“Thats fascinating and all, but what’s this brainiac got to do with us?” He asked, interrupting his superior mid sentence.

  The redhead scowled, quickly turning her head to fix him with a withering glare.

“I’m glad ya asked, ANON, but if ya would kindly SHUTTUP, I’m gettin’ to that!” she said with ire. Anon rolled his eyes, receiving a chuckle from Numbuh 786 and a playful elbow to his shoulder from Numbuh 58.

   ”Now... if we’re done askin' stupid questions, I’ll continue... if that's okay with everybody!!” The angry redhead exclaimed, shooting the boy one last corrosive glare before continuing. “Before I say this next part I wanna remind ya all that top secret means DON’T OPEN YOUR MOUTHS ABOUT IT! Numbuh 16 squared and his team are currently working on a top secret, experimental formula that would allow kids to STAY kids.”

Anon’s eyes widen in surprise, ‘Well, that’s something...’ He thought, ‘But Fanny proooobably didn’t call us down here to let us know we’re out of the job.’ He concluded as Numbuh 86 continued to speak.

”Numbuh 16 squared is due for decommissionin’ in... 72 hours.” she stated, glancing to the clock on the wall at the back of the room.

Anon’s shoulders slumped under the weight of yet another wave of melancholy. ‘Theeere it is.. Uuuuugh, she couldn't have waited until tomorrow to tell us about another escort job?’ He mentally groaned.

”HOWEVER!” Numbuh 86 loudly announced, capturing his attention once again, “As of three hours ago, he’s disappeared along with his lab and all his R&D work.”

Anon perked up upon hearing this, his head now fully in the game. This wasn’t some sad walk with some sad operative, this was... something else and after being locked in mind numbing monotony for so long, that alone was enough to hold his attention.

“That bein’ said, Numbuh 362 herself has personally given us the task of bringin' him back.” The redheaded girl announced pridefully.

Anon raised a hand.

“What is it now?!” Numbuh 86 spat, acknowledging the boy's question.

“What are we looking at here? Like, is intel pointing to an abduction or..?” Anon asked, causing his irritable commander to blink in momentary surprise, not being accustomed to legitimate questions from her until now unprofessional subordinate.

“...No... intelligence indicates that Numbuh 16 squared left on his own. He’s gone rogue.” She slowly answered.

He’s. Gone. Rogue. Those three words nearly left Anon in shock. He looked at the operative in question, now the screen displayed a picture of him smiling as he dissected a frog, of the bajillion operatives on MoonBase that could’ve done it THIS was the one that did? Seriously?

“Fortunately for us, even with all that brainpower, he was still dumb to take off in a MoonBase shuttle, tracker and all.”

’Wait...what?’ Anon thought to himself.

“Um... Doesn’t that seem a little, I don’t know... weird, ma’am? Numbuh 58 asked cautiously.

 “Weird? Yes. Great for us? Also yes.” Numbuh 86 smugly replied, brushing her question off.

 “She’s right, Fanny.” Anon interjected, earning an angry glare from the redhead as he pointed a finger at the screen, “I mean seriously? This guy is smart enough to make forever young juice, but dumb enough to take a ship with an active tracker? That’s sketchy.” He finished.

Numbuh 86 rolled her eyes.

“Wooow now there’s a headline for ya, ‘boys do stupid things, more at eleven’.” She sarcastically retorted, “I want everybody geared up and ready to go in one hour! The mission is as follows: first, we find Numbuh 16 squared. Second, we find his research. Third, we bring him back here to MoonBase and hand his research off to his old team. fourth, We hand Numbuh 16 squared over to intelligence for interrogation and finally, we decommission his traitorous butt. Any questions?” She asked with a smirk as Anon raised his hand once more, “No? Good. Dismissed, Meet in hangar 17 in one hour... and don't be late!” She exclaimed, ignoring him completely.

   After a few moments of chatter, Numbuhs 58 and 786 left the briefing room and headed to the armory. Anon stood from his seat and approached his team leade ras she stood at the the front of the room, rapidly shuffling through dozens of pages of paperwork, pouring over the details of the mission for the hundredth time. The redhead closed her eyes and let out a frustrated sigh as she heard him getting closer.

 “That’s funny... it doesn’t sound like you’re headin’ to the armory, Numbuh 62.” She groaned, not even bothering to look up from her papers.

“Yeah, yeah. I should be getting gear together, look Fan--” Anon began in his usual sarcastic way of speaking; however, upon noticing the girl's grip on her papers grow tight with anger, he adopted a more amicable tone. “--Numbuh 86, I’m not saying this to challenge you or whatever, but you do realize how unlikely it is that a guy like that would take a trackable ship right? Like, this HAS to be some kind of trap.” He tried to reason, causing his suprior to grow more aggitated with every word before quickly turning to face him. The girl craned her neck slightly to look him in the eye, her hands balled into tight fists at her sides.

 “Ha! What's wrong? Are yah scared, Anon?” She mocked, “I figured ya'd be excited, what with how ya do nothin’ but mope around and complain about how borin’ it is around here! So what if it’s a trap? What's one nerd gonna do? Huh?! Read the dictionary at us?!” She demanded, her voice laced with condescension. Anon took a deep breath and choked down his irritation.

“...I’m just saying, we need to have a back up plan in case--“

“We don’t NEED a backup plan, because MY plan is gonna work perfectly! Honestly! I liked ya better when ya just sat there lookin' cute and stupid!” Numbuh 86 ranted, interrupting the boy before quickly turning away, her face going red and her eyes widening at the realization of what just came out of her mouth.

’Wait... what?’ Anon wondered, as he opened his mouth to speak.

“No more questions! No ifs, ands or buts, Numbuh 62! Get to the armory, grab whatever gear ya need and be at hangar 17 in... fifty six minutes, GO!!” The redheaded girl barked, still looking away from him and pointing to the door.

“Fine, but if I die tonight, I’m haunting you, Fanny.” He quipped, rolling his eyes as he made his way to the exit.

The moment the door shut behind him and she was left alone, Numbuh 86 fanned her face with the now crumpled papers in her hands, trying to cool the heat that had crept into her cheeks. “Relax Fanny, relax. That stupid, frustratin’, irritatin’, handsome, STUPID idiot didn’t hear ya...” She reassured herself under her breath with a mix of anger and embarrassment.

    As Anon entered the armory his thoughts were still locked on the frustrating conversation he had just had with his CO.
“How can she possibly think this is gonna go well? I mean, seriously! This guy is setting us up! No one that smart would steal a bugged ship, he’s probably got like, an army of frankensteins or something just waiting for us!” he quietly ranted, “But noooo, ‘We dOn’T NeEd a BAcKup plAn!’ She says, with her stupid cute accent!” He stopped for a moment at that statement and took a deep breath before letting loose a long exhale, “Whatever, I’ll just have to hope for the best and expect the worst.” He said, as he made his way to the far wall and signed out a S.C.A.M.P.P, six C.I.N.N.A.B.O.M.B.s and traded his usual helmet out for a similar model with a motion sensor visor.
“No frankensteins sneaking up on me... again.” He whispered to himself as a shiver ran down his spine.

      Nearly the moment he stepped through the door to hangar 17, Anon was met by a grinning Numbuh 58.
“Hey hey! Look at that! You got here early!” She exclaimed in a mix of disbelief and amusement.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” The boy asked with faux indignation, crossing his arms and raising a brow at the pilot.

“That you can’t show up on time to save your life, dingus.” The tan girl chuckled, ”Can’t wait to see Numbuh 86’s face when she sees you beat her here! It’ll shock the skirt clean off her!” She laughed. Anon rolled his eyes, but could feel his face heat up ever so slightly at the wording of his teammate’s comment.

After noticing her usually talkative teammate's uncharacteristic silence Numbuh 58 cleared her throat and continued, “Aaaaanyway... let’s get over to the S.P.A.C.E.C.H.A.S.E.R!” She excitedly exclaimed before turning and leading him toward their assigned ship. As the two of them arrived at the shuttle and offloaded their gear into the passenger bay lockers. They found Numbuh 786 napping in a hammock above one of the passenger benches that lined the walls. Taking care not to wake their snoozing teammate, Numbuh 58 began running preflight diagnostic checks and Anon checked his watch.
‘uh oh, someone’s laaaaaate~.’ He thought with a smile as he made his way to sit on the shuttle’s entry ramp to wait for his superior.


    Numbuh 86 knew exactly what kind of night it was going to be when she entered the hangar to find Numbuh 62, her LEAST punctual, MOST infuriating teammate laying back on the Spacechaser's loading ramp. She gritted her teeth at the smug expression on the boy's face as he watched her approach. A light blush crept across her cheeks, she didn’t know which was worse, the fact that he was looking at her like that, or the fact that for some reason she actually kind of liked it.

“And just WHAT are YOU starin’ at, Numbuh 62!?” She irritably demanded, causing the boy's grin to become a full fledged smile.

”tsk, tsk, tsk. late for your own party, Fanny?” He says, his voice oozing with mirth, “Ruuuuude.” He chastised as Numbuh 58 walked out on to the ramp behind him.

“Yeah, Numbuh 86! I mean, Anon rushed all the way here just to see ya!” The pilot giggled. The words caused both of her teammate's eyes to widen and their faces to redden.

“...Shuttup.” Numbuh 86 said with a frown as she stormed past the both of them and into the Spacechaser.

“Sheesh, what’s her problem?” Numbuh 58 asked in confusion, turning to face Numbuh 62 as he rose to his feet.

“Just... come on.” Anon replied as he stood up and walked into the shuttle. A few moments later the Spacechaser launched from the hangar. Numbuh 58, feeling sufficiently awkward after the ramp incident now occupied the pilot seat and steered the ship in the direction of the stolen shuttle's marked coordinates. Numbuh 786 sat in the copilot seat, staring boredly out the windshield, leaving Anon and Fanny to sit in the passenger seats in the back of the shuttle.

”Numbuh 58, what’s our ETA?” Numbuh 86 asked into her mic.

“Well... it depends on the weather once we enter atmosphere, if there’s a storm along the way or a meteor shower it could b--“

 “I asked for an ETA, not a speech, Numbuh 58, gimme a number.” The redhead agitatedly replied.

“Uhh.. 'bout an hour and a half... give or take.” The pilot answered.

‘Ugh... perfect’ Fanny thought to herself as she took off her helmet, sat it on the bench beside her and looked up at the boy that sat opposite of her across the walkway.

   Anon was staring out the window on the back of the shuttle, when he felt eyes on him and turned his attention toward the direction of the only other person in his general area. Upon Seeing his commander looking at him, he turned his head to face her with a brow raised in curiosity.

“Whatchya looking at?” He asked causing the girl to subtly frown.

 “Nothin’ interestin’.” She said dismissively with a roll of her eyes.

 “Heeeey, speaking of interesting...” Anon began, his eyes becoming half lidded as smugness crept into his tone, “What was so interesting that it caused my oh so time obsessed  CO to be late, hmm?” He asked. Fanny’s frown became significantly less subtle, her cheeks reddening at the question.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I... had somethin’ to take care of.” She offered as a pseudo answer.

‘something to take care of?’ The boy wondered. “Like what?” He asked with a raised brow.

The girl’s hands balled into fists and she averted her gaze from him for a moment before closing her eyes, crossing her arms and replying.

“Oh, I didn’t tell ya?” She asked sweetly. Anon cocked his head to the side in confusion as her eyes opened and she fixed him with an angry glare, face still red “Then it’s not your business is it, Numbuh 62?!”


      There was just something about her, maybe it was the fierceness in her eyes, maybe it was just the way she looked, sitting there, cheeks red, arms crossed and looking everywhere except at him, but SOMETHING about this situation caused the boy's heart to pick up the pace and an odd confidence to swell within him as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and fixing Numbuh 86 with a curious look.

”Soooo, assuming you had enough time to make it to the armory... ya know, like you told me to? What gear did you grab?” Anon asked, genuinely curious. He knew she usually carried a M.U.S.K.E.T. with her, but he didn't see the holster that she usually wore.

 “My gear was already aboard the shuttle... but if ya MUST know, I grabbed a S.P.L.A.N.K.E.R.” She begrudgingly answered.

“Splanker, huh? I always kinda figured you were that kinda girl” Anon said with a smile.

“HUH?! AND WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!” The redhead shouted, loud enough that Numbuhs 58 and 786 both turned to look back at her momentarily from their seats up front. Her eyes wide and her cheeks burning.

“...That you like fighting up close and personal?” Anon replied with a raised brow before the smug grin from earlier once more found its way to his face, “Why? What’d you think I meant?” He asked, not taking his eyes off the girl.

 “J-Just shuttup and enjoy the stupid view!” She retorted, turning her head to look out the window.

 “Already on it, Fanny.” Anon said as he too turned his head. He didn't notice the way the redheaded girl across the aisle still watched him from her peripheral as he stared out the window, still smiling.

     Roughly ninety minutes later, the shuttle touched down in a junkyard of all places, right beside the pristine shuttle their target had used to leave MoonBase.

‘He didn’t even try to hide it..’ Anon thought as he looked out the window at the stolen shuttle.

“Alright, here we are! Opening the hatch in three... two... one!” Numbuh 58 announced before opening the hatch and lowering the ramp for egress. Anon opened his locker and checked over his gear.
‘well, here we go... into an obvious trap set by some super genius... what could possibly go wrong?’ He thought to himself with a frustrated sigh. He took a sideways glance at Numbuh 86 as she fastened the chin strap of her helmet with an overconfident grin plastered across her face.

‘Uuuugh, I’m really hoping I’m wrong about this one, Fanny.’ He mentally groaned with a shake of his head. Having given his equipment a once over he slipped his helmet on and activated the motion tracker, 'Ok... green is good, red is bad... got it.'

 “Ya know... I like that helmet a lot better than your usual one.” Numbuh 86 remarked, catching him completely off guard

“Yeah?” He confusedly asked, unsure of what else to say.

“Mostly because I don’t have to look at your face.” she replied with a smirk before turning and exiting the Spacechaser. Anon simply rolled his eyes under his visor,  “Ok, weapons are good, motion tracker is good, let’s go.” he whispered to himself before exiting the shuttle and joining his teammates.

   “Scans s-seem to indicate a tunnel leading through the bus into some kind of underground... type.. d-d-deal.” Numbuh 786 informed, looking up from a device in his hand and pointing at an old dilapidated school bus with a metal door rigged to it. It lay there, half submerged in mud, it’s front half being the only part above ground.

 “So that's where you’re hidin’, huh?” Numbuh 86 scoffed, looking smugly toward the bus.

“...Pretty cool hiding spot honestly.” Numbuh 58 piped up.

“So... just so we’re all on the same page here... this super genius takes all his research, steals a ship he had to have known was being tracked and then leaves that ship wholly intact, parked right outside of his... underground... lair... that we were able to detect in like, four seconds. Am I really the only one that finds that a little weird?” Anon asked, trying one final time to make his team leader see reason.

 “I mean...” Numbuh 58 trailed off in hesitant agreement.

Numbuh 786 offers only a nervous shrug, as though asking “What can we do?”

"Ugh... Not this again!" Numbuh 86 groaned, momentarily bringing a palm to her face in irritation, "Everybody fall in! Numbuh 786 you’re on point, Numbuh 58 you’re second, I’ll hold middle, Numbuh 62 once you’re done whinin’ you take rear, stay staggered.” She ordered, ignoring the boy's earlier point.

Seeing no point in any further protest Anon simply shook his head and fell into position as the group advanced on the bus. Upon reaching the its exposed door, Numbuh 786 reached out, fully expecting it to be locked and desperately hoping it wasn’t rigged with a trap. Much to the nervous boy's surprise; however, as he grasped the bar of the door and pulled, it opened wide. Opening a viable point of ingress.

“And the door is just unlocked! Seriously? Nobody else is picking up these red flags??” Anon called from the rear.

“Numbuh 786, Keep movin’. Numbuh 62, Shuttup!” His commander barked.

 Not wanting to risk his team leader’s anger, Numbuh 786 continued forward holding his F.R.A.P.P.E at the ready as he stepped into the bus. Anon wasn’t sure what to expect as they entered. An explosion? A steel cage slamming shut around them? A hail of enemy fire raining down on them from all angles? All these scenarios and more played through his mind, what he didn’t expect; was that nothing would happen, but that’s exactly what was happening... and that didn’t ease his mind at all as they walked down the walkway of the old bus and downward into the tunnel it attached to well below ground level.

“See? All that bellyachin’ for nothin’!” Numbuh 86 mocked from her position in front of him. The group moved further and further down the tunnel, which seemed as if it had no end. The only indication of how far they’d moved was Numbuh 786’s occasional updates every hundred yards or so, each step only caused Anon to feel more like a trapped animal.

“H-hey, hold up!” Numbuh 786 yelled from his front position.

 “What is it!? Why are we stoppin’?!” Their redheaded commander demanded.

 “The t-tunnel forks, we can either go straight ahead or take a left, y-your call, m-ma’am.” Numbuh 786 informed.

    Before the girl could even begin to answer, there was a faint hum and a flash of blue as the team was separated by an energy field and split into two groups. As the initial shock dissipated a new voice spoke over their comms,
“Actually, it’s my call.” It said smugly

‘Ah, yep... there it is.’ Anon internally groaned.

“And I say; that Numbuhs 58 and 786 will go straight and Numbuhs 86 and 62 will go left.“

”Numbuh 16 squared, ya coward!” Numbuh 86 suddenly erupted in anger, “Ya may as well just give up! We’re gonna find ya and when we do we’ll drag ya outta' here kickin’ and screamin’! So drop tha stupid force field ri--“

 “Oh, shut up. Honestly, does that attitude ever get you anywhere? Besides humiliated I mean.” The voice Anon now knew as Numbuh 16 squared shot back “Really Numbuh 86, where DID you learn your manners?... your father?” At the mention of her dad the redhead's posture went rigid.

 “I... am tellin’ ya RIGHT now... give... up!” She demanded through barely contained rage.

 “And allow you myopic thugs to abscond with my precious research and erase my memories?! Fat chance, Fulbright! Now as I was saying, you MAY want to move along.” As the last sentence finished, Anon noticed a flashing arrow on his visor indicating movement from behind.

”Uh... Numbuh 86...?” Anon called, trying to get the redhead’s attention as he spun around and brought his Scampp to bear on the apparently not so empty tunnel at their six. Unfortunately the girl was still in a state of near blind rage at the words exchanged between her and their unpleasant host “Numbuh 86!” Anon again called as the arrow flashing on his visor grew brighter and blinked more rapidly, indicating that whatever was coming was closing fast, “Fanny!” He finally shouted.

“What!?” His team leader finally spat out in response.

”Something's coming... fast, we need to go.” Anon replied, still watching the tunnel.

“Uh... Right... ok!” Numbuh 86 hastily albeit nervously replied before taking a deep breath in an attempt to regain her composure,
 “Numbuh 58, you and Numbuh 786 go straight, but be careful! If ya see that snotbrained traitor, hit him with the Frappes and we’ll drag his frozen butt outta' here!” She instructed with as much authority as she could muster at the moment.

“Right! You guys be careful!”

“Y-yes ma’am!”

Numbuh 58 and 786 respectively respond before scampering further down the tunnel.

After watching their teammates dissapear down the tunnel, Numbuh 86 turned to Anon.

 “Numbuh 62, we’re goin’ left.” she stated matter of factly.

“Ya think?” He sarcastically replied as he slowly turned to follow her. The moment they entered the new tunnel Anon’s motion sensor went silent ‘well... that’s not foreboding or anything’ he thought to himself.



      They had been walking for what felt like hours, each step felt like another step toward something... bad. Despite the paranoia settling in on his thoughts Numbuh 62 managed to pry his attention off of his motion sensor and focus on his oddly shaken CO for a moment. Outwardly, the girl seemed nearly the same as her usual grumpy self, but he could practically feel the tension radiating off of her.

 “Fa... Numbuh 86, you good?” He asked.

"Am... I... good?" She parroted, before stopping dead in her tracks, holstering her Splanker and spinning around to face him.
 “AM I GOOD?! No I’m not GOOD!!” We’re stuck underground, bein’ followed by... who knows what and to top it off, we’ve been separated from the rest of the team and we have no clue if Numbuh 58 and Numbuh 786 are ok!” She frantically exclaimed, “Oh I bet you’re LOVIN' this aren’t ya?! Is that it?! Ya wanna say I told ya so?! Go ahead then, Numbuh 62 say it!!” she angrily exclaimed as tears welled up in her eyes and threatened to spill down her freckled cheeks, her hands balled into fists. Anon’s eyes widened beneath his visor.

 ‘so... that’s a no then.’ He concluded before allowing his Scampp to rest on its strap and gently placed a hand on the nearly crying girls shoulder.

“Fanny... I’m not trying to say anything like that, who said what doesn’t matter right now. The mission is stil... mostly the same, we’re gonna find Numbuh 58 and Numbuh 786. Then we’re gonna drag this honor roller out of this stupid tunnel and take his smart guy papers back.” Anon reassured her as she turned her head away from him and wiped the tears from her eyes, “Besides, I can think of worse people to be stuck with.” He said with a grin, receiving a soft chuckle and a “Shuttup” from her in response as she reached up and gently removed his hands from her shoulder.

“you’re right, thanks... Anon.” She said with a faint smile. Anon felt his cheeks heat up at the way his name sounded as it left her mouth and was suddenly thankful for the cover of his visor. ‘Huh...’  He would’ve liked some time to think about the feeling in his chest, but unfortunately for him, a loud screech filled the room, snapping the two of them immediately back to the task at hand. The sound caused both Anon and Fanny to jump before bringing their previously holstered weapons to bear on the tunnel behind them. Everything had been silent since they had been seperated from their teammates at the fork who knows how many miles back, but now as they stood in the dimly lit tunnel, with noise filling their ears and flashing arrows filling the edges of his visor the situation suddenly reawakened the feeling of dread that had for a time made itself silent.

 “What’s your helmet sayin’?! Which way??” Numbuh 86 asked with an undertone of urgency.

“It says something’s coming from behind us and... beside us?” Numbuh 62 replied, turning to look at the tunnel wall to their right,  “Whatever it is, it’s in the wall.” As the words left his mouth a section of the wall perhaps thirty feet back burst open and four creatures lurched from the hole.

The things that crawled from the hole in the wall almost seemed to shimmer in the dim glow of the tunnel’s lights, their bodies looked... wet, covered in a viscous blue goo. Upon noticing the two of them, the creatures’ bodies seemed to shake, producing the now all to familiar screeching as they began to shamble toward them.

 “Don’t just stand there gawkin'!! Blast those things!!” Fanny ordered.

Anon raised his Scampp and sent a beam down toward the creatures, as beam impacted the leading creature’s center of mass, it stopped in its tracks giving him a moment to make out the softball sized hole he left in it, before it let loose an even louder screech and more of the blue slime that coated its body moved to fill the hole. Once it had seemingly healed itself the creature continued on its path toward them.

'Well then...'

“What are these things?!” Fanny yelled in dismay.

“Well, I’m not gonna stop and ask! Let’s go!” Anon called, urging his CO to run. As they fled, the all to smarmy voice of Numbuh 16 squared keyed up over their comms yet again.

“Ah, so I see you’ve met the S.L.I.M.E.s, goooood. You may as well just surrender and-- what was that?!” The voice cried out in confusion before abruptly cutting out.

    Finally after what felt like an eternity the duo reached a round chamber with three tunnels feeding into it with what looked like a door on the far side, but before either could catch their breath, the screeching of the “Slimes” once again filled the air. The gurgled shrieks seemed to be coming from everywhere at once. Anon looked to his motion sensor, detecting movement in all three of the tunnels attached to the chamber.

 “Well, the bad news is: they’re in every tunnel...” He says, trying to stay calm

“Great, perfect! Why wouldn’t they be?!” Numbuh 86 exclaimed, not even attempting to stay calm before she turning and taking note of the door on the far side of the chamber, “Numbuh 62! You pickin’ up anythin’ from over there?!” She yelled, pointing toward the door.

Anon turned toward the door and noticed zero indicators on his visor.
“Huh... nope!” He called back.

“Then I vote we go that way!” His CO frantically exclaimed, grabbing him by the sleeve and dragging him to the vaulted door.

     As the two of the stepped inside the room and slammed the excessively heavy door shut behind them, they both allowed themselves to collapse onto the floor, sitting with their backs on the wall and finally took a moment to catch their breath. Unfortunately for them; however, the voice of Numbuh 16 squared crackled into existence from a camera mounted speaker attached to the ceiling in the center of the room.

“Oh, now this is fortuitous! Here I thought my Slimes would have to drag you screaming and crying to the testing center, but here you are! Of your own volition no less! Your teammates gave me quite a bit of trouble there for a moment, I hadn’t anticipated either of those ignorami making it this far in, but I’m sure the Slimes have dealt with them by now, but enough about that. You’re probably wondering why you’re here yes?” The smug voice questioned.

 “Not really.” Anon replied as the camera turned slightly to focus in on him, “Your gross frankensteins chased us, we ran, they chased us some more, we hid in here, easy peasy.” He finished with a shrug.

”Well aren’t you.... clever. For one thing, Numbuh 62, Frankenstein was the doctor, not the monster and for another thing, NO you and your incompetent leader are here because I need test subjects!” Numbuh 16 squared’s voice retorted indignantly.

“Test subjects? I recommend history. That’s my favorite, anyway.” Numbuh 62 quipped.

“Has anyone ever told you that you are INFURIATING, Numbuh 62?!”  The voice growled in response causing Anon to turn and look at his team leader, who had been uncharacteristically silent.

“...Maybe.” He answered, getting a snort from the girl beside him.

”....Are you quite finished?” Numbuh 16 squared sardonically asked. Anon took a moment to consider the question before answering,

“...For now.”

“Gooood, let me ask you this, Numbuh 86” the voice said, causing Numbuh 86 to sit up straight in attention “Are you PROUD of what you do? You know, ruining people’s lives I mean... taking someone who has done nothing but good for the organization and kids everywhere! Someone who’s only crime is aging and stripping them of all their memories and letting them turn in to miscreants like your father?!”

Again at the mention of her father Anon could see her tense up, her hands balled so tightly that they shook with anger. He reached down and placed a hand on her quivering fist, causing the girl to whip her head around to face him, her eyes wide.

“Calm down, Fanny... this dork is just trying to get in your head.” He reassured her, receiving a nod in response. After taking a deep breath to calm herself, Fanny opened her mouth to speak, “Decommissionin’ is a rough deal, but it’s gotta' be done.so yeah, It is what it's. Now... are ya done with this stupid little game?!” The girl responded, glaring at the camera.

”...it is... what it's... that’s all you have to say? Really?! What about the fact that it wouldn’t be necessary at all if you fools would just push my decommissioning back for an extra year?! Huh? What about that?! My research would change everything!!” Numbuh 16 squared raged over the speaker.

“And it will, but you won’t be the one to finish it.” Fanny said smugly, smirking at the camera.

“And besides, did ya really think stealing a ship, attacking the decommissioning squad and trapping the Global Tactical Officer was a good idea? Thought you were supposed to be smart.” Anon added with a chuckle.

”No... NO, NO, NO! That is completely unacceptable! You want me to give up MY research and allow myself to be decommissioned so that eventually some OTHER operative can complete MY work and you fools can reap the benefits of eternal youth while I fester? NEVER!!” The disembodied voice screamed.

 “Look man, I know it sucks and I hate doing it to people, but eventually getting decommissioned is in the job description. You’ve known that since the academy. That’s just how it is.” Anon said flatly
.
“Exactly, now knock off the mad scientist garbage and surrender!” Fanny exclaimed.

 “No... If I have to go, then so does every other operative in this circus of an organization! You see, after my decommissioning became imminent I devised a plan, by actively deconstructing and reversing my perpetual youth formula I created a new one! One that would cause operatives to effectively reach and or surpass decommissioning standard, INSTANTANEOUSLY!“ As the last word entered open air a hissing sound became apparent from the far side of the room. Anon and Fanny turned their heads toward the sound and watched as a faint purple mist seeped from thin vents along the wall.

“As you succumb to ageification, remember this all could have been avoided if you had ju--“ We’ll never know what those final words were as Anon raised his Scampp and blasted the speaker and camera out of existence.

“...Boring conversation anyway.” He quipped as he and Numbuh 86 jumped to their feet and faced the mist encroaching upon them.

”let’s get outta' here!” Fanny shouted as she and Anon turned and began trying to open the door,
“What?! Locked?! Nonono!” She panickedly exclaimed as the now locked door defiantly blocked any chance of exiting the room as it rapidly filled with mist. As it washed over them, the first thing Numbuh 62 noticed was the fatigue that seemed to overwhelm him. He felt as though he’d just run a marathon, when Numbuh 86’s panicked voice caught his attention.

“A-Anon I-I don’t--“

He turned his attention toward the girl just in time to see her lose consciousness, he quickly caught her and sank to the floor with her in his arms, “...same.” He said as he too fell into a deep sleep.

    He awoke nearly ninety minutes later to the sound of an angry Numbuh 86 frantically blasting the door with his Scampp. After shaking off a bout of grogginess he stood and approached the girl.

“So... how’s that working out?” He asked sarcastically, causing the redhead to cease fire.

“Oh it’s goin’ great, yeah, no we definitely aren’t gonna DIE in here!!” She angrily replied, tossing her head back in frustration as she shouted the final word before wiping the sweat from her face. She took off her helmet and ran a hand through her sweat drenched hair. At that moment Anon seemed to notice the heat, the room felt far warmer than it had before the mist. He reached up and removed his own helmet, setting it on the ground and wiping his forehead as Numbuh 86 took yet another shot at the sealed door.

“Argh!! Stupid door! Stupid Scampp! Stupid, stupid, stupid!!” She exclaimed, each “stupid” punctuated with a shot fired.
“Uuuuugh! I give up!” She groaned, throwing her hands up in frustration before tossing the weapon aside and slumping down against the wall. Anon gave the room a once over before shrugging and sliding down the wall beside her.

“Well the good news is, that nerd’s experiment failed, we aren’t old, yaaay!” Anon chered with faux enthusiasm.

     The two of them sat in silence for a few minutes before Anon finally spoke up again as the silence began to wear on him.

 “So...?”

“So... what?” Fanny asked confusedly.

 “How should I know, I’m not a tailor.” Anon replied getting a deadpan look from the girl beside him.

“Anyone ever tell ya that comedy isn’t your strong suit, Numbuh 62?” She asked with a shake of her head.

“Welllll~ Now that you mention it..." He began. with a smirk, "This girl I know tells me that a lot. She isn’t usually so polite about it though.” He finished with a chuckle as the redhead’s deadpan melted into half a reluctant grin.

“Oh a girl huh? Anyone I know?” She asked, feigning ignorance.

“Hmmm... maybe? She’s about your height... same hairstyle too.. says things like  ‘NuMbuH 62, ShUt yoUr MouTh!’” Anon said, smiling at the sound of his team leader's laughter.

 “I don’t sound like that.” she giggled.

“Meh, its cuter when you say it.” Anon replied without missing a beat.

”Um... What was that last part?” Fanny asked, sitting up straight and looking the the boy beside her with wide eyes, her heart pounding in her chest.

 “....Meh?” Numbuh 62 asked as he stared back at her with equally wide eyes, his face pink. The girl can feel a familiar heat rise in her chest  as she stands and begins to remove her combat armor.
“Say, uh, whatchya doing there, Fanny?” Anon asks  causing the girl to stop stripping the plating from her green sweater.
 “...I’m hot. No point in bein’ trapped AND burnin’ up. I’m takin’ this stupid armor off, if ya had half a brain you’d do the same~.” the girl replied.

There was something different about her tone... the words were the same corrosive string and phrasing she always used, but the... heat behind them felt... different.He wasn’t sure why, but he knew for sure that he wasn’t going to argue. He WAS feeling overheated after all... so he too stood and began to unbuckle the heavy green plates of his armor and pull the chest plate from his gray shirt before setting it on the floor and sitting back down. He let out a relieved sigh, it actually was much better without the armor, a moment later Fanny once again sat beside him.

      ”So... ya think that fruitcake will let us outta' here eventually?” Fanny asked, if for no other reason than to pass the time.

“Honestly? I think it’s more likely that Numbuh 58 and Numbuh 786 get to him and turn him into a dorksicle.” Anon answered confidently, “After all, they already surprised him once today.” He said with a smile. Fanny couldn't help but smile at his optimism.

“Yeah, maybe.” she says before frowning, “I’m... sorry, Anon.” She said somberly, catching Anon off guard for the third time that day.

“For what?” He asked confusedly, tilting his head to look at her.

”You and Numbuh 58 both knew somethin’ was fishy, Ya both tried to tell me but I just... wouldn’t listen, I just... I just thought... I don’t know what I thought.” She choked out, hugging her knees to her chest. Anon could practically feel the sadness of her tone in the air. He reached one arm over the girls shoulder and pulled her in for a sideways hug and with that act, the dam broke. She released her legs and clung to his side as tears streamed down her cheeks.

“This is all my f-fault! If I wasn’t such a J-jerk none of this would be happenin’!” It was the strangest thing, whereas six hours ago when the Spacechaser first touched down in the junkyard, Anon would’ve probably agreed with her. Not only that, he probably would’ve been the one to tell her, but now... now for some reason all he wanted was for her to be ok.

 “Hey.. Fanny... Fanny, look at me.” He said softly, causing the girl to look up at him. “This isn’t completely on you, we could’ve refused the mission, we could’ve backed out, but we didn’t. This isn’t on you, it’s on the nerd that built this place.” He said with a reassuring smile.

“But...but, still!” she attempted to protest, but was promptly cut off.

 “Nooope! No buts, that’s how it is, it doesn’t matter. Besides like I said earlier, I can think of worse people to be stuck with.” As Fanny looked up at his face, the smile she saw there provided infinite comfort, she felt like maybe everything would be ok. The girl felt her heart flutter in her chest and heat creep on to her cheeks. With a sudden burst of energy, she launched herself from her huddled position at his side, opting instead to take a new, much bolder position straddling his lap. Her legs on either side of his, her hands on his chest as she looked down into the eyes of the now very surprised boy beneath her.

      For a moment Anon considered asking the girl what she was doing. For a moment that is before some previously unknown instinct dragged him from his stupor and his hands shot from their position at his sides to rest on her hips.
“I don’t know what it is about you, Numbuh 62... maybe it’s the stupid jokes... maybe it’s your infuriatin' inability to take things seriously...” The redhead said as she leaned forward, lowering her head to whisper in his ear, “Or maybe it’s just your stupid, cute face~.” She purred in his ear, feeling an odd heat trickle downward and settle in her core as she leaned back once more, to look him in the eyes once again.

The second eye contact was established it was as if a hunger had taken over. Anon's head shot forward catching the redhead by surprise as their lips connected. The girl’s wide, surprised green eyes hastily changed to a hungry half lidded gaze to match the expression on the boy’s own face before both of their eyes shut and Anon felt a pressure on his bottom lip. It only took him a moment to realize the pressure he felt was her tongue jabbing at his lip, seeking entry. Without a second thought he opened his mouth to accommodate it. The heat building in his blood only growing hotter as the girl atop him sighed contentedly. As their tongues intertwined and the kiss between the two trapped operatives continued to grow in intensity, so to did the boldness of the operatives themselves. As their tongues fought for dominance Fanny’s hands clasped Anon’s head, her hands combing through his hair, all the while his own hands were pulling the girl's hips downward bringing her to grind atop the his growing bulge as she loosed soft squeaks of pleasure through their kiss.

After a few moments the two stopped to take a breath. Fanny pulled back slightly, her hands dropping to his shoulders. Anon; however, had no intention of losing any of the closeness he didn’t know he craved so badly until now as he pulled the girl forward and began to kiss her neck, receiving only a surprised “eep!” At first, but after a moment the “eeps” and “ahs” melted into coos and and gentle moans as the redhead dropped her weight, now fully grinding herself against the boy as she felt the hardness of his growing bulge press into her she once again pulled back, looking down at the pulsing tent in her subordinate’s pants and then looking him in the face hungrily. Her left hand reached down to gently run along the length of his manhood, trapped beneath the denim of his jeans, locked away by the straps and buckles of his leg armorand pressed furiously against the fabric of his pants. Fanny again lowered her head to his ear.

     “Heeey Anon~... ya still wanna know what I had to take care ah that made me late earlier~?” She huskily whispered into his ear. He absolutely wanted to know. The fire in his bloodstream DEMANDED he know, but as he opened his mouth to answer her, the sound of an explosion caused the two of them to jump to their feet, quickly recovering their weapons and bringing them to bear on the door. Anon looked over to Fanny.

“To be continued?” He asked her playfully.

“Just try and stop me handsome~.” She replied with a grin. Anon smirked before grabbing this helmet and checking the motion tracker, seeing a single green dot flashing on his visor from the direction of the door.

“Well, I have good news.” He said with a smile,
 “Looks like we don’t have to die in here after all.” He joked as another explosion sent shockwaves through the walls and caused the door to groan and creak before falling inward, followed shortly by the familiar, goggled face of Numbuh 58.

“Numbuh 786! I found them!” She practically screamed into her mic.
“Y-you did!? Awesome! Now get 'em outta' there! No telling how l-long those slimey f-freaks will stay frozen!” Numbuh 786 responded.

 “Numbuh 86! Anon!” Numbuh 58 cried happily, before hugging them both tightly. At first the pure relief of the event caused even Fanny to return the hug; however, upon noticing that she wasn’t the only recipient of said hug... she quickly shut it down.

“Hey... hey! Hands off--! I mean-- situation report, Numbuh 58. Whats goin’ on?!” She asked, still vexed by the situation.

”We got him, ma’am!” Numbuh 58 chirped, ending her hug, “We fought our way through a bunch of super gross robots covered in goo, they were tough, but lucky for us they freeze up reeeeal nice! Anyway, we found him hiding out in a safe room, he was yelling about an unfunny baboon shooting his camera or something so we blasted that jerk and dragged him outta' there like ya said. I had Numbuh 786 stay back to keep an eye on him while I came back in for you and An-- Numbuh 62!” The smaller girl says quickly before taking a monstrous breath and continuing, “I’ve been calling you guys, but I guess that stupidly hard to blow up door had a jammer or something!”

”Great work, the both of ya!” Numbuh 86 exclaimed, smiling from ear to ear as she refastened her armor and refastened her helmet. Anon did the same, though admittedly he was having trouble concentrating on the task at hand, as his CO slowly bent over not ten feet in front of him to resecure her shin guards, turning her head ever so slightly to look back at with a smirk before subtly wiggling her hips teasingly in his direction. Once armor was reequipped and weapons were checked over it was finally time to head out.
“Alright then, Numbuh 58, you know the way, so you take point, I’ll hold middle... Numbuh 62, you take rear~.” Numbuh 86 said barely able to suppress the lust in the final words.

 “You got it!” Numbuh 58 replied as she began to lead them toward the surface. After a roughly two hour long  uphill walk through the labyrinth like tunnels, the trio was finally met with fresh air and a thought occurs to Anon.

 “Hey, Numbuh 58?” Anon asked as they exited the remains of the old bus.

 “Huh? Yeah, Numbuh 62” she replied, turning around to face him.

“You guys were able to recover the research too, right?” He asked causing the girl to cock her head.

“The-- oh! Yeah totally! Get this... this nerd had it all on cassette tapes!” She chuckled.

“Well, in that case, permission to blow this place to heck and back, Fanny?” Anon asked, looking to Numbuh 86.

“If ya don’t... I will.” She answered, with a smirk.

“Thought ya might feel that way~.” He replied with a grin as he quickly ran into the shuttle and removed the six Cinnabombs from his locker. He made his way back outside and into the old bus one final time. He retreated down the tunnel, placing one of the sticky explosives securely to the walls every fifty feet or so before returning to his teammates who were now awaiting his return in the Spacechaser.

“Alright, bombs are set, I’m ready to get as far from this place as possible, how about y’all?” He asked with a smile, receiving a tired nod from Numbuh 786, a smile and a thumbs up from Numbuh 58 and a knowing smirk from Numbuh 86.

      As the shuttle lifted off Anon took one last look at the old bus below.

“Well... at least it wasn’t frankensteins...” He said with a shrug, getting a snort from the redhead that stood beside him. He then pressed a button on the side of his helmet and began the detonation countdown on the HUD of his visor.
“detonation in three... two... one.” It counted down, before the area they had just been venturing through not ten minutes ago was all but annihilated.

“So long nerd cave!” Numbuh 58 called over the intercom before continuing, “We got about a two and a half hour ETA ma’am, takes longer to go up than come down, cause ya know... gravity and... stuff. Not to mention the five hundred extra pounds of iced dork in our cargo bay.” she giggled.

”Good work, Numbuh 58. Just set the ship to autopilot. You and Numbuh 786 deserve some rest. Me and Anon will keep watch on things, you two get a little shuteye while ya can. We’re in for a busy day tomorrow.” Numbuh 86 said as she approached the front of the shuttle.

‘Wait... Anon? Since when does she...’ Numbuh 58 wondered for a moment.

“Are, uh... you sure, Numbuh 86? You guys had a long night too.” The pilot asked, as she tried to make sense of the sudden familiarity between her friend and her team leader.

 “Ha! A long night of sittin’ in a stuffy room is hardly the same as fightin’ your way through an army of gooey jerks. Get some rest, Numbuh 58.” Fanny insisted, more telling than asking.

“W-well, I’m definitely not gonna turn down s-some sleep.” Numbuh 786 says unbuckling himself from the copilot seat, “Th-thanks Numbuh 86.” He said as he hmade his way toward the hammocks in the back of the shuttle. Numbuh 58 finally relented, offering only a shrug and a raised brow beneath her reflective goggles as she also headed toward the hammocks.


     Anon was still standing at the back of the Spacechaser when the creak of ropes caught his attention. He turned around to find the source of the noise, Numbuhs 786 and Numbuh 58 had taken up residence in the two hammocks that sat above the passenger benches he and Fanny had occupied on the initial journey to the surface.

“Sorry, Buddy, Boss lady volunteered the two of you to cover the bridge for the trip back.” Numbuh 58 explained apologetically.

“Hey, don’t sweat it, thanks for getting us out of there. You guys get some rest.” He said with a smile as he walked toward the bridge.

“Caaan do. Have fun, Anon.” Numbuh 58 teased as she rolled on to her side.

“N-night, Anon.” Numbuh 786 said as he too rolled to a comfortable position in his own hammock. As Anon arrived at the controls he noticed two things. First, was that the controls were set to autopilot so it would be an easy trip. Second, was that Numbuh 86’s armor was draped over the back of the copilot seat, so it was going to be an interesting trip. As he crossed behind the pilot’s seat and through the small kitchenette beside it to sit down, he found her sitting cross legged in the copilot seat. Her boots off and a cup of coffee in her hands.

 “You know, they say that stuffs bad for you~.” He teased, receiving a raised brow and a long sip in response.
 “Maybe, but it keeps me from stranglin’ ya, so it all balances out.” Numbuh 86 said casually alongside a shrug of her shoulders.
“Fair enough.” Anon replied with a laugh before taking off his helmet and setting it on the floor beside his seat.
“Ya know, I take it back...” Fanny said suddenly.

“Take what back?” Anon asked, turning to look at the girl beside him.

“What I said about that helmet. I like seein' your face~.”

      After roughly forty minutes, the snores began and  Anon couldn’t help but grin.
“Good call giving those two some rest.” He whispered as Numbuh 86 stood from her seat to take her now empty cup to the trash.
“I know, I really am the best team leader around, buuuut~” the girl began as she made her way back behind his seat and draped her arms around his neck and leaning down, her lips brushing his ear.

“I maaaaay have had a few... ulterior motives~.” She whispered. Anon could feel himself simultaneously tense up and melt at the touch of her hands and the tone of her voice.

“Oh?” He asked slyly.

“Maaaybe~... but first we gotta' get thah armor off of ya~.” Fanny purred, giving her bottom lip a gentle bite in anticipation as she reached down to unfasten the plates of his chest armor. She hummed in satisfaction as her ministrations were met with a crisp *click* as the side buckles released and Anon lifted his chest plate up and over his head, setting it on the floor beside his helmet.

”There we go~... now isn’t that better? Honestly Numbuh 62~ were yah just gonna wear that the whole way home?” The girl asked sweetly.

“Unless everything went terribly right, yes~.” He replied, earning a giggle from the redhead, who was now circling around him.

She made her way to be front and center with him.

“Can’t forget about the leg armor now can we~” She said as she began unbuckling the armor plates from his pants and tossed them aside, leaving him comfortably clad only in his gray T-shirt, his black jeans and the boots they were tucked in to.

”There ya go~.” Numbuh 86 purred, “Now doesn’t that feel better, hmmm?” She asked, before Anon could open his mouth to answer her question, the girl slowly lowered herself on to his lap, turning sideways ever so slightly so she could once again wrap her arms around him as she locked him in to their second kiss of the day, every bit as heated and passionate as the first. Her arms pulled him close and His arms pulled her closer. After a while, Numbuh 86 became keenly aware of a familiar hardness pressing against her. She stopped the kiss to look him in the eye, fixing him with a sly smirk.

 “Well, well, whats that, Numbuh 62~?” She asked huskily.

“Huh? What’s wha-- oh!” Anon’s response was cut short by the sudden grinding of his CO’s ass against his now rock hard self.
 “Mmmm, that's what I thought~.” She giggled, sliding off of his lap, down on to her knees in front of him, reaching up and unbuttoning his pants, pulling down his fly before and removing his rigid manhood from its denim prison.

“That's exaaaaactly what I thought~.” She said with a giggle, ”So Anon~.” Fanny began as she slowly stroked his throbbing cock with her right hand, “Ya still wanna know what made me late for  ‘mY OwN pARty’?” she mockingly finished.

“I... don’t sound like... t-that.” Fanny merely smirked and rolled her eyes, bringing her hand directly up to the tip of his cock, grinding her palm against it and causing electricity to shoot through his every nerve.

“I-I mean Y-es!” He sputtered, his fingers digging into the material of the arms of his chair.

 “Thats what I thought ya said lover~.” The girl offered him a triumphant grin before reaching her left hand down from its resting place on his thigh, past the hem of her sweater, into her skirt and down into her panties,
“Ya see... there’s just somethin’ about ya that drives me insane...” She explained as she continued to stroke his length and began to rub her own practically dripping sex.

“Nobody on the decommissionin’ squad ever talks back to me, no one ever wants to fight fire with-- oh~! Fire! Until YOU got here that is. Even before ya got on the team, ya-- oh gosh~! Ya were talkin' back and bein' your usual infuuuuuuriatin’ self.” The girl punctuated her point by tightening her grip ever so slightly. “...And ya see~.” She removed her hand from her skirt, showing him her glistening fingers before bringing them to her mouth and licking them clean as he stared down in awe “I reeeeeally like that about ya~."

      ”So after our little chat, ya know... the one we had before ya went to the armory?” She said, her half lidded eyes focusing on his face as she continued to move her hand.

“The one w-where I told you we would need a b-ack up plan?” Numbuh 62 asked with a smirk.

“Hmmmmm, yep!” Numbuh 86 answered playfully as she once again focused her attention on the head of his member, causing the boy’s overwhelmed nerves to make him twitch and gasp.
“Thats the one, guess I shoulda listened huh? Maybe next time, yah can... MAKE me listen, Numbuh 62~.” she purred, grinning up at her willing captive. Seeing the look of pleasure etched on to his face, Fanny decided it was time to up the ante.
“Ya know~... I know you’re looooovin’ this and all, but ya know what would feel even better~?” she asked slyly.
“What would feel-- OH!” Anon exclaimed, his leg jumping and kicking the underside of the bulkhead as Numbuh 86 suddenly leaned forward and dragged her tongue along the side of his shaft.  Fanny could feel a shiver shoot down her spine as she felt the blazing heat of his excited flesh against her tongue
.
“Hey, are you guys alright? What was that noise?” The tired voice of Numbuh 58 softly called from her hammock.

     Anon’s eyes widened as he looked down to Fanny, who simply stopped her tongue work after one last agonizingly slow lick from his base to his tip before taking his throbbing member in her hand once more, slowly working her grip up and down its length.
“Yeah, we’re fine, nothin’ to worry about, Numbuh 62 thought he saw a spider and the big baby nearly jumped outta' his pants.” The redhead called with a smirk, never breaking eye contact with the boy in front of her.

“...A spider? Seriously? Don’t be a wuss, Anon!” Numbuh 58 called back in response. Fanny’s grip subtly tightened upon hearing the boy's name leave the other girl’s mouth. She brought her hand slowly downward to his base, whenan idea came to mind.

“Well Anon? Apologize to the lady for disturbin’ her beauty sleep~...” She whispered seductively. Anon raised a brow but decided to comply.

 “Uh... yeah, sorry Numbuh 58, won’t happen aga--!!” The boy sputtered, just barely stopping himself from letting loose a surprised moan, as Fanny decided to resume her task, her hand shooting up and down his length at triple her previous pace whilst he was mid sentence.

“It’s all good, just don’t be such 'fraidy cat!” Numbuh 58 teasingly replied before letting loose a yawn. Anon couldn't even form words to respond as he looked down at the girl between his legs. She rested there on her knees, biting her lip with a hand down her panties and looking entirely too smug.

“C’mon Anon~ I know you’re close~ just give it to me already handsome, I reeeally want it~.” She whispered, her voice dripping with desire, when a snore in the background finally made its way to his ears.

‘Oh I’m gonna give it to you!’ Anon thought, upon realizing his teammate had fallen back to sleep. As he rapidly approached his climax, Anon quickly stood from his seat, reaching down to pull his surprised CO up as well before spinning her around and pushing her against the bulkhead. One of the her arms braced her against the metal surface, the other still reached within her panties.

“What are ya--!” She began to ask as he pulled her skirt and panties down just past the round cheeks of her ass before gripping his agonizingly hard cock in his hand and furiously stroking himself to the finish.

“Mmmh!” He quietly groaned, as the first pent up burst shot forth from him, landing and pooling  on the exposed small of her back.

 “Oooh~ yes please~!” The redhead giggled, leaning forward onto the bulkhead and thrusting her exposed rear out toward him before resuming her own self care upon feeling the sudden warmth of his seed on her back. No sooner had the second and third burst hit her right cheek and began rolling down towards her pale thighs than her own moment arrived and she felt the tight, heated knot in her core finally break under its own tension and become forced unwound, her legs shook, and she had to cover her mouth with a hand to prevent a pleasured scream from escaping her. Anon pulled the now spasming girl’s panties and skirt back up before leaning forward and whispering in her ear, “That’s for making me take rear all day~."

     As Numbuh 86 spun around, ready to rip the boy's clothes off with her bare hands, the nav computer’s cheery but unwelcome voice made itself known. “Arriving at destination: KND MoonBase.” The animatronic voice informed, earning a frustrated growl from the frustrated redhead. She fixed infuriating lover with a predatory smile as she closed the small gap between them, pressing herself against him before reaching down to place his softening manhood back into its prison and zipping his fly.

“Don't think this is over~.” She said as she raised herself up on the tips of her toes to give him a peck on the cheek,
“Now, deal with the hangar controller while I wake up the others.”  She ordered before stepping around him and heading towards the back of the ship.
”Wakey, wakey decommissionin’ squad! We’re home!” She loudly exclaimed, rousing Numbuhs 58 and 786 from their sleep. Anon  sat down and opened a comm  channel with MoonBase hangar control.

 “Hangar control, this is Spacechaser 227, requesting permission to access Hangar 17.” He announced.

“Uhhh... copy that 227,  gonna need y’all to go ahead and identify yourselves, 'fore I can letchya land.” the twangy voice from hangar control warbled.

“Hangar control this is Decommissioning squad operative Numbuh 62 here. We’re returning from the field with four operatives and the world’s nerdiest snowball. We need permission to land and a message sent to the boss lady upstairs, she’ll verify.” Anon replied.

“Uhhh... understood 227, just gimme one minute to send that off aaaaaand... howdy there, Numbuh 62, y’all are cleared to land. Numbuh 362 says she’ll meet ya in hangar 17 ASAP, welcome home Decommissionin' squad.” And with that the comms cut out and hangar 17’s hatch opened up. Anon was about to call for Numbuh 58, but as he stood from his seat and turned, he found her standing not two feet behind him.
“Just the girl I needed to see!” He happily exclaimed, receiving a smile from said girl in response. “You mind setting us down, Emms? You already know I probably shouldn’t.”

“Huh? Oh! Uh, yeah sure thing, Anon.” she replied as if snapping out of a trance upon hearing the boy's nickname for her, before hopping into the pilot seat and gently guiding the shuttle down in to the hangar.



I hope you enjoyed the new and improved part 1. -Anondive