Spy Game
by Joy


NOTE: Hey all! I'm ba-ack! lol. Here's the start to the third in my series of MI/Randall stories: Spy Game. Please R/R, I appreciate every review and comment I get. ^_^ As every fic writer does.

**DISCLAIMER**
I do not work for Pixar - though I hope to in the future - and I do not own Randall. (*sniffle*) Or any of the other MI characters or even the leaves on the trees, so don't sue me. You Pixar people can have every single scaly footprint credited to you, if that appeases your need. lol. But Leia Kawaii (or Boggs, now), Caylin Swisher, Midnight the Fluppy, Hayley, Cody, Rayford, Naomi, and any other character that isn't Disney/Pixar's is mine and should not be used without permission. For a full list of my copyrighted characters (and some other info about them), take a peek at my profile. Oh yeah, and Siarra Dessart belongs to Gabby-Damioh. Justin belongs to my brother, Jason. And some direct ideas are copyrighted to the owners of SPYkids and another (smaller) idea I got is copyrighted to another Randall-lovin' friend of mine - Bill (aka Kooshmeister). Phew. . .I think that's all of 'em. LOL. Now, on to the story!

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Prologue - Return for Revenge
[Summary: An old enemy makes his return, looking for new ideas for revenge.]

"Hey guys, I think he's movin!"

It was inside the new BGB building that a few familiar figures stood - among them, Hunter and Sloop. They were intently watching a seemingly lifeless figure who lay on the medical table in front of them. The room was only lighted dimly, to help the monster to sleep. Everyone knew if he really awake, he would be furious if anything bothered him. Such a hit as the one he had recieved had disabled the monster terribly. It had dismembered and burnt him to the point that his comrades really thought he would die. But now, it seemed, he was alive.

That monster was none other than the notorious Bruton Kilroy. . .

Sloop looked at their leader's sheet-covered body, hoping to see him open his eyes. "Do you really think he's alive?" he asked, reluctantly moving closer to check.

Hunter whacked him upside the head. "Of course he is, you idiot! He's Bruton!"

They watched a few moments longer and he began opening his eyes. Bruton groaned loudly, extreme aggitation showing up in his facial expression. He looked upon his agents, trying to remember exactly what had happened. It seemed to ellude his mind. He didn't feel much pain anymore except in his head and a few of his limbs. Actually, he didn't feel some of his limbs at all and the vision in his left eye was, somehow, different. . .He couldn't quite place what made it function differently than the right one, though. Bruton glanced at his most trusted agent - Hunter.

"What happened?" he demanded to know, straight off.

Hunter looked uneasy as he made his answer. "The SSO disabled us, sir," he said. "After your Shockwave blew up, we had to made a run back to headquarters. Your jet was the source of our power, if you can recall. . .The SSO arrested most of our men as we landed. Me and Sloop were barely able to get away. . ."

Bruton listened to this in silence. He couldn't believe it. They had been stopped again - by the Boggs again, nonetheless! It all came back to him. The nerve of that Boggs kid, Randall. . .His cocky father, Rayford. . .Practically the whole Boggs' family was at odds against him and his agency. He could never get away from them. An anger drilled through him. This was all their fault!

He broke out of his thoughts, when Hunter spoke up again. "There's also another thing," he said. "We found out from various sources that it was Randall who tipped us off to the SSO and stole one of our Shockwaves. He also brainwashed one of our best double agents! Tando is now with the SSO - not us anymore."

This angered Bruton further. "WHAT??!" he roared.

That news was even worse to hear. That meant that the newest generation had inherited the same spy genes that Rayford had. Now he really would never get away from the Boggs family! Every plan he formulated would be foiled by them. If it hadn't been for Randall's report, he knew he and his agency could have wiped out all of Monstropolis AND them without anyone stopping the fleet in time! Just that one little report made all the difference for him and the BGB. Now their power was greatly diminished. All thanks to the Boggs curse. He was infuriated by the meer thought of it.

The agents in the room cringed with fright at his outburst. Sloop raised a tentacle pointedly. "But, sir," he added. "We did manage to sneak most of our agents who were inside headquarters to our new headquarters down here. More monsters are joining now, too."

"I see," Bruton said, calming down a bit. "So, how much of our agency were we able to preserve?"

Sloop paused to do the math. "Er. . .uh. . .four-fifths, I believe," he said. "But they destroyed our old headquarters. We had this one built where the SSO can't find us."

"And where's that?" Bruton asked.

"Brazil in South Monstermerica," Sloop replied simply. "We have the dense rain forest as cover and it's largely unexplored territory we've settled in. You can only get here by plane. We're in a pretty secure area, the SSO shouldn't be able to find us here. At least, not for a very long time."

Bruton rubbed his scaly chin thoughfully. "Very good. . .very good."

He was now getting an idea. A very devious idea. One that would rid himself of the Boggs and allow him to take over the world right - for once. He hopped off of the medical table and onto the floor. That's when he noticed that something was VERY different about him. He looked down at his feet and instead of seeing two regular feet, his left foot was completely mechanical. He stared at it in shock, then glared at his agents.

"What'd you do to me?!" he growled, closing in on the smaller Sloop.

Sloop backed up nervously. "Well, sir. . .you. . .uh. . .see. . ."

"Get to the point, Sloop, or I'll show you mine!" Bruton snapped.

Sloop gulped. "You were so badly mutilated that we had to replace the left half of your body with robotics," he said quickly. "It was the only way we could save you, uh, sir."

Bruton stared at him for a few moments, letting this information soak in. Hunter brought him a full-length mirror. He looked in it to see that they were correct. His left arm was mechanical, so was his leg, eye, and spiked tail. Bruton was now half-cyborg, much like John Silver in Treasure Planet. He was shocked beyond words.

"But, just think of it this way," Hunter offered. "If you're half-cyborg, it'll be much harder for our enemies to destroy you. It's all made out of steel and all of the best parts. Very good workmonstership. And your arm had a few useful features. . .it can function as a blow torch, claw, sword, gun - basically anything you want."

Bruton smirked, thinking this over. "You know," he said. "You thugs have finally gotten something right for once. . .This could, actually, be of much use to me. . ."

He turned away from the mirror and made his way towards the door of the medical lab, not saying a word to his comrades. He had to find out something. Hunter put the mirror aside and followed him out, his three eyes watching with puzzlement. They weaved through the dark hallways of the new building until they finally reached a door marked, "Intelligence". He pushed it open and walked in, gears whirring and clicking as he made his way inside.

It was a huge room, filled with high-tech monitors and monsters working at computers. Bruton went straight for the main computer and placed a hand on its assigned monster's shoulder. The tall, skinny tree-like monster jumped and spun his chair around to see his old boss. He slowly took his headphones off as he stared at the newly reconstructed BGB leader.

"Uh, hello boss," he said slowly. "Feeling better today, I see?"

Bruton didn't bother to reply to that. "Gary, hack the SSO's personnel files," he said. "I have a few things I feel I must look into."

The agent's one eye blinked, but he spun around in his chair and his tentacles began rapidly tapping away on the giant computer's keyboard. Bruton watched numbers flash in front of the screen before the official SSO logo popped up. He smirked as Gary began to scroll through the personnel files. Bruton saw a particular letter pass by on the screen and pointed at 'B'.

"There!" he said. "Now, look under 'Boggs, Randall'."

Gary nodded. "Will do, sir."

Soon, the screen brought up a 3-D, full body image of Randall and secret files and information began loading in the space to the right of it. Gary scrolled though the information as Bruton dictated what he wanted him to find.

Gary began to read aloud. "Says here he's married now," he said, scrolling through more information. "It also says he's been discharged, due to request. He's no longer part of the SSO. . ."

Bruton's eyes widened at another part of information. "He has. . .little brats now?!"

Gary nodded. "Says here they have two children, both three. Cody and Hayley."

"More Boggs. . ." Bruton muttered in disgust. "Okay then, where do they live?"

"Slither Avenue, Monstropolis," Gary read. "They have a house on the corner. Sayas here it's not far from Monsters Inc. His parents live outside of Monstropolis in Scarely City. Fifth avenue."

Bruton smirked. "Get my men together," he said. "We're going to pay Monstropolis a subtle little visit. . ."

Hunter scratched his head. "Why? We're safe here."

Bruton sounded irritated now. "I'm going to pick up some much-needed supplies, before we launch my newest plan. . ." Bruton said. "And there won't be ANY mistakes this time. . ."