Disclaimer: I do not own KND or the Atlantis Resort. I also thank Terminator101 for the suggestion for me to add his character.

Chapter 14- Anax Smith II

"Chad, we need to talk," Amber said through her molar, pacing the room.

"Aren't you supposed to be on vacation?" Chad replied with a chuckle.

"I'm not amused, Chad," she replied. "My contacts that spy on KND are getting worried. Why is there a lull in Teen attacks? Did I even suggest that?"

"Cree can't lead attacks," Chad replied. "She's grounded, why can't you lead? Father usually lets you do anything."

"Can't leave this island, Chad, the only rule besides checking in once a day," she replied.

"So, the princess is limited to where she can go," Chad chuckled.

"That's not funny, Chad," she replied. "I got to go; Nigel is being annoying. I'll talk to you later."

"Bye, Amber,"


- - -

In Sector J's tree house, in Jamaica, their communication system blared.

"Numbuh 112," Number 1-Love said. "Can you get that, love?"

"On it, Numbuh 1-Love," No. 112 replied, walking to the communications system and pressing the red button. No. 5 showed up on the screen. "Hi, No. 5, how can I help you?"

"Is Numbuh 1-Love around, No. 112?" No. 5 asked. "I need to talk to him."

"Sure, No. 5," No. 112 stated. "I'll get him. Numbuh 1-Love, Numbuh 5 needs to talk to yah."

No. 1-Love walked over to the screen, "What can I do for yah, Numbuh 5?"

"Do you remember Amber?" she asked.

"Amber, Amber…" he mused. "You don't mean the Numbuh 007, Amber, do you?"

"The very same," No. 5 replied.

"Yes, she once gave me a bruising of a life time," he replied. "Since then I don't volunteer to go do missions in Sector V."

"I need to ask a favor," No. 5 said.

"What does a favor have to do with Amber?" he asked, cocking his head to one side.

"She's in the Bahamas," No. 5 said. "Inside Sector J's territory."

"If it is to go and capture her while she's in my sector," he replied. "No, I am not stupid enough to start a fight with her.""That is not the favor," No. 5 hastily replied. "She got on the same plane as No. 1. She is either going after your sector or after…"

"No. 1" he finished. "All right, Numbuh 5. We'll check in on Numbuh 1 on Wednesday and stay on the alert for anything."

"Thanks, Numbuh 1-Love," No. 5 said. "No. 5, out."

"Welcome," No. 1-Love replied as the communication was terminated. I wonder why Amber would be in Sector J, he thought.

- - -

"Amber?" Nigel asked, watching Amber put on make up from the doorway to her bedroom.

"Hmm," she replied, putting on the finishing touches.

"Where are you going?" Nigel asked, curiously. "It's 9 o'clock."

"Club Rush," she replied matter-of-factly as she put her hair in a messy bun.

"Where?" he questioned again.

"Club Rush," she repeated, grabbing her suite key. "The only place where adults are not allowed."

As she got to the door, he said, "I'm coming, too!"

She turned, smiled sadly, and said, "Sorry, cuz, but it is only teenagers from 8:00 pm to Midnight. Tomorrow, I doubt that you would want to go to the spa with me. However, I don't have anything planned on Wednesday. Maybe you can think of something that we can do. I'm sure that would beat hanging out with the twerps and pushy adults."

"Fine, I'll stay here and think of something to do," he replied.

She turned and walked out of the room. Nigel sat back down on the couch. There goes my plan of always keeping her in my sight, he thought, who knew that teenaged girls have so many sides? It's just plain confusing!

- - -

Amber was in the club for an hour and ½ when somebody sat down next to her.

"One day I wrote her name upon the strand, but came the waves and washed it away; again I wrote it with a second hand, but came the tide, and made my pains his prey," said the person.

"Quoting Edmund Spencer," Amber said, looking up from her pop. "Impressive, though a hello would have sufficed…"

Then she recognized him from the plane. He had gotten just a little sun since the plane, but still had the same red hair and light blue eyes. He still had on his white shirt and blue jeans. The jeans had spots that she strongly suspected was blood. To her he was very attractive and she could also could tell that he worked out regularly.

"…What is your name?" she asked friendly, "Mine is Amber Wigglestein."

"Mine is Anax Smith the Second," he replied.

She leaned back in her chair. "I think we've met before," she said in a musing tone. "Are you familiar with the KND?"

Suddenly, his face turned dark and he said, "Very familiar. They tried to decommission me. However, they think it worked."

Amber could see the flames behind his eyes and said, "Hold it, cowboy. They didn't decommission me just yet. I didn't give them a scrap of a chance to. Though I can't seem to be without one trailing me."

Just as suddenly, the flames were gone. "Oh yeah, you're the first one to actually fight back against the system. You were one of the best; they would be idiots to just let you slip through the cracks. Who was that you talked to on the plane?"

"Nigel Uno," she replied, taking a sip of her pop.

"No. 1," he replied. "I remember him; he became Sector V's leader shortly after No. 14 disappeared on her 13th Birthday."

"Yep, he became sector leader three days after I got Steffie out of harm's way. How did they take that I wonder?"

"They suspected that you were behind it," he replied. "I knew what would happen if they suspected that I wasn't really decommissioned, so I've laid low for the last 4-5 years."

"That was probably the best thing you did, but seeing how I am, I just can't do that for years, weeks or months, maybe, but never years," she replied crossing her arms. Suddenly, her cell rang, sounding the Imperial March Theme. "Yes, Father?" she asked as she answered the phone.

"Where are you?" Father's voice asked sternly. "It's 10:45!"

"Club Rush," she replied as if it was obvious.

"Get back to your suite," Father commanded.

I will when I'm good and ready to, she thought.

Right now, young lady! His voice said in her head.

"Yes, Sir," she replied through the phone, not bothering to hide her annoyance.

"Don't you use that tone with me!" Father shouted through the phone.

She hung up and sighed.

"Father…was that really Father?" Anax asked, searching to find out why she was annoyed.

"Yes, and unfortunately he is my real father," she replied, standing up. "And he thinks that because of that he can control every aspect of my life. Good Night, it was nice meeting you."

"Would you mind if I escort you to your suite?" he questioned, standing up also.

"I don't think that would be very wise tonight," she replied, writing something on a napkin. "However, this is my cell phone no. and my suite no. I'm afraid that I must really take my leave now."

"Good Night."

She smiled, and walked back to her suite. When she entered, she saw Alfred and Nigel playing cards.

"How did it go?" Nigel asked.

"Fine, at least until Father decided to ruin my fun," she replied heading towards her room. "I'm going to bed. Don't stay up too late now."

- - -

The next day, Amber was having a message, when her phone started playing popular.

"Yes, Cree?" she asked answering her cell.

"Chad said that you didn't like the lull in teen activity," Cree replied. "And I have good news."

"It was Tanya McGarfield who was worried," she stated. "What is the good news?"

"My dad cancelled my sentence of grounding," Cree answered. "So I can remedy that problem of now activity."

"Thank goodness, for your father's inability to be consistent," she stated. "How did you change his mind?"

"I moped around the house all yesterday bringing the mood down in the house. It was actually very easy to do," Cree answered.

"I just remembered that I need to ask Chad to do something!" Amber exclaimed.

"What is it? I can tell him when I talk to him later today," Cree questioned.

"I would like him to learn everything about someone," she replied.

She heard Cree digging out a notebook. "Go ahead, who?" Cree asked.

"Anax Smith the Second," she replied. "He used to be KND and really seems to hate them right now."

"Anax Smith," Cree repeated, thoughtfully. "I think I remember him. I'll tell Chad that it is a priority for you to know what he's all about. So how's rooming with Nigel going?"

"Fine, he is actually staying out of my room. I never knew him to pay any heed to my threats; anyways I'm going to let you go. Make sure your action is a big one 'kay?"

"Of course, Ams, see you when you get back, bye," Cree replied.

"Bye," Amber said hanging up.

- - -

Nigel walked around the Sport's Center looking for Amber. Where is she, he thought. She wasn't swimming laps in the lap pool, shooting baskets in the basketball courts, nor was she playing tennis. The spa had said that she left three hours before he looked there. He was looking in the workout center, when he saw her on a treadmill with her i-pod on. She seemed to be preoccupied about something when she left for the spa this morning, he thought, as he approached her. She glanced up, and smiled at him when she noticed him heading towards her. She turned off the i-pod and the treadmill, and closed the gap between them.

"What is it, cuz?" she asked, playfully punching him in the shoulder. "Missed me?"

"My parents called and told us to meet them at Fathom's at six-thirty," he replied.

She looked at her cell and said, "That's in a hour."

She then grabbed her gym bag and they hurried to their suite. She quickly jumped in the shower, and changed into her dress Teen Court uniform, and put her hair up in a messy bun. When she joined Nigel in the living room, all he could do was stare at her in awe. She smiled at his reaction and said, "I see that you like it, you are getting closer to behaving like a teenage boy more than I thought. Let's get going."

- - -

"I'll have a seafood salad," Amber said, ordering her supper.

"Do you think you're fat or something?" Grandfather asked. "That's not a whole lot of food."

Where did that come from, she thought.

"No, Grandfather, I'm just not all that hungry," she replied politely.

"Nigel told us that he found you at the Fitness Center, anything you want to tell us about that?" questioned Monty Uno.

Stay civil, Father's voice warned in her head. She glanced at Father and said coolly, "If you really must know, Uncle Monty, I usually run a mile a day, and since I missed yesterday, I ran two today."

"She is just an active, healthy teen, and don't forget to mention a really good cheerleader," Mrs. Uno stated, shooting a warm smile at Amber. "I wished that I lived that healthy when I was her age. You guys don't understand what it is like to be a teenage girl, especially one on the verge of being an adult."

"Thanks, Aunt Tori," Amber said relaxing a bit.

"How is the boyfriend?" Victoria Uno asked.

"George is fine," she replied.

"You should come and visit more often, Ams," Mrs. Uno said. "We could talk more about girl stuff, including cheerleading. I hear that you are going to be the cheerleading squad's captain this coming school year."

"Yes, I am, and I wanted to go to cheer camp, but daddy said, 'no,'" she replied.

"There are more important things that Cheerleading, sis," David, one of the Twerps, said.

"Let me guess," she replied, rolling her eyes. "Your so called feud with the KND. That they won't let you join their club, well boo-hoo-hoo. Get over it."

"That was low!" Lenny stated outraged.

"I guess it was," she replied coldly. "But then what would you expect from a spoiled, cold-hearted, snobbish teen like me…"

"Amber," Father warned.

"Yes, that's right, I know exactly what you twerps call me behind my back," she stated, her voice growing a sharp edge to it.

"That is enough, Amber," Father said, firmly.

"Yes, Father," she replied, meekly.

- - -

After dinner, she stormed into her suite and collapsed onto the couch. Suddenly her phone rang.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Amber, if this is a bad time, I can call back later."

"No, Chad," she replied. "Just talk to me."

"You wanted to know everything about Anax Smith the Second," Chad said. "Got a notebook handy?"

"I'll grab one," she replied, hurrying to her room. Once she grabbed one and reseated herself on the couch, she said, "Okay, shoot."

"His KND No. used to be 9090, and was a hacker, like you, and their top interrogator. Decommissioned on September 1, 2004. The decommissioning machine blew up during it."

Amber chuckled.

"What?" he asked.

"His story checks out. They only think that he is decommissioned," she stated. "I guess his brain was so encrypted as a kid that the machine couldn't handle it."

"So, what are you thinking, Ams?" he questioned.

"You'll find out soon enough," she replied with a smile in her voice. "Just print off anything that you think is important, 'Kay?"

"'Kay," he said. "And, Amber, if there is anything you want me to do, just use the molar."

Nigel entered the room and noticed her smile.

"'Kay, talk to you later," she replied, cheerfully, and hung up the phone.

"What is so exciting?" Nigel asked.

"I found out who you think is following you," she said stretching out on the couch.

"Great," he replied, sitting in a chair. "Who?"

"His name is Anax Smith the Second. He was formerly No. 9090," she stated. "He was decommissioned in 2004. So, Nigel, don't worry; he's here on vacation, and not following you."

"Oh, thanks, Amber," he said with relief. "I may not say this a whole lot, but you are a great cousin."

"Hey, that's what older cousins are there for, even if we fight a bit," she replied, playfully. "Anyways, did you find anything for us to do tomorrow?"

"I was thinking of seeing the Aquaventure attraction, if that's okay with you."

"It sounds like fun!" she said, and then her phone rang with the ringtone of All about us. "Speak to me, girl," Amber said to Tanya over the phone.

"Do you have your computer on?" Tanya asked.

"It's on, but not with me, it's in my room. Why would I need it?" she questioned.

"Get it if you want to see what Cree is up to."

"What is Cree up to exactly?" she asked.

"Just get your computer and see for yourself."

"Fine, I'll check in on her," she replied standing up.

"Is No. 1 right next to you?" Tanya asked suspiciously.

"Yep. Ttyl, gal."


"Sorry, Nigel, but I have something to attend to," she said, then rushed into her room.

"Ok?" Nigel stated as he watched her go. I want to know who just called and what Cree is doing, he thought. However, I can't get to her phone, but I do have my L.U.N.C.H.B.O.X.S. so I could find out exactly what Cree is up to.

- - -

In Sector J's tree house Numbuh 1-Love was thinking of where Nigel would be the next day. "Numbuh 112, did Numbuh 5 sound like she didn't want Numbuh 1 to know that we are checking in on him?"

"It sounded like we shouldn't contact him at all, but just observe and videotape," she replied, from the smoothie machine. "I think she was worried to what would happen if Amber found out if we did contact Numbuh 1."

"Okay, get out the camera for tomorrow, Numbuh 112."

"On it, Numbuh 1-Love," No. 112 replied, heading towards the supply closet.