Alright. Finally got another chapter ready. I might be updating at a slow pace, but it's mainly because I'm gearing up toward summer. Luckily Randall and me got a few chapters done so we can post. After all, since we were the first about Randall training Sully, we got an early start.

With a little bit of an objection on Randall's part, I decided to include Sullivan's thoughts. Though merely speculation, I think we both got it down right. Enjoy.

Chapter 2 Neutral Ground Comeith

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Randall had also gained something that he had always wanted, being above those who had tormented him in the past. That was one of the many things that entertained him from time to time.

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Although it was only one employee, at this time, the position alone compared to his was pretty pathetic.

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Half of Randall thought of a business as having several levels of employees. First, the big shot who created the whole industry. Next, the CEO's like Waternoose. Top employee, meaning him, then the other scarers next. Then workers like Jerry and Roz. Then the wranglers like Smitty and Needleman. Then Finally...

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...The janitors.

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Randall turned into one of the halls that was practically deserted. Less one forget, it was the fax and printing offices. Hardly anyone was in long, even so, always in a rush. Still, Randall could hear the plopping of the mop and bucket several feet away, which made him all the more keen on who it was. He stopped at a corner, peeking over it and grinning.

James P. Sullivan. Randall knew him all too well. For about 3 years now Sullivan had been working here, Randall 2. For as long as Sully had been in the company, Randall knew it more than him, as his access was higher. Still, Randall was glad to the fact he was "higher on the chain of command" than Sullivan was. Although he liked the thought of shoving it in, Randall felt he hadn't need to. He had proved to Sullivan he was, indeed, better than he was, which was more than enough to please him.

Turning into the hall, he felt a slight dampness on his foot. As much as he would enjoy having Sullivan mess up, he didn't want to leave a trail back to the floor, so he just took to the wall. He simply came behind Sully, tapping his right shoulder. Sully stopped what he was doing, looking to his right, then to his left. For the years they had been in the company, Sully was use to Randall's jokes.

The lights ahead were off, mainly because the rooms were mainly for the night shift. The few on were a little dim. Randall's scales didn't reflect much light, so he wasn't seen very good. Still, the atmosphere seemed calm.

"I thought you'd be at the scare floors by now Sullivan" Randall said, slyly. Randall was quick to catch on to Sully's peeking in on the floor, his floor, a few times every now and then, staying till the shift was over.

Sully simply shrugged. "I thought about heading there" he said, voice casual. Randall had always thought low of Sully, thinking nothing had changed since they met. They hardly ever talked at all. When they did, Randall either commented on something, or just wanted to see what his long-time "rival" was up to.

Randall smirked, taking his right hand off the wall, pointing at Sully. "You've been cleaning around the floor for so long heh...I can practically see myself in it...good work..." Randall commented, stretching the last words. It was supposedly that Randall wanted to see if Sullivan was actually doing a good job at something.

Simply put, the two were acquaintances. It was probably Randall's intention to act as if he would have tried to cheer Sully up, though they both knew it was just fake.

"What do you want Randall...' Sully asked, vaguely. Randall smirked, pointing at the case ahead of him on the wall. It was a few documents of recognized interests for the company, though nobody really cared about them. "You missed a spot" Randall commented. Sully was going to reply to it, but noticed Randal was right, a few slight smudges on the bottom of the case.

"I was never a janitor but I know mistakes when I see them..." Randall added. He looked down at the floor, seeing the waterlogged tiles were drying up now. "Personally, I never want to be one..." Randall added again as he got off the wall, back onto the floor again. Sully ignored it. "Don't you have work to do?" Sully asked, more of a reminding tone.

Randall folded his arms, chuckling. "Heh...I work as much as I can...unlike some...even yet I haven't been late...". He scuffed. "Like anyone's gonna beat me...even if someone does...they'd have to cheat" he said the last one as if toward Sully, who knew that he did.

"Randall...if your gonna talk about years ago...just come out and say it..." Sully said, annoyed. Randall just smirked at the comment. "I didn't say anything..." . Again, slyly. Sully just sighed, closing his eyes, then looked back up at Randall, who made his smirk disappear.

"Honestly Sullivan, I can get a clue..." he commented, bringing up the first topic. He turned, starting to head back.

"Its best you got the job you did...with inexperience...you couldn't last a day on the floor...".

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Sully watched as Randall's tail disappeared behind the wall. He was gone now.

With a deep sigh, he overlooked the case, making sure he didn't miss anything. The job wasn't that bad at times. Allot of people he knew worked here, mainly because everyone did want to work here. He had time to see them when he was in the halls. And he had gotten use to the job as well. Not much pay, but enough to get by. Still...there was something else he wanted to be.

Picking himself up, feeling satisfied that the case was cleaned, he grabbed his mop and bucket and headed for the floor.

He was lucky to catch some of Jaluby's trail as he came into the floor area right before the Dispatch Office. He started. Taking looks at the activity inside when he had the chance.

Scarers. The heart of the company. The monsters that everyone admired, the one's everyone wanted to be. Sully knew how many wanted to be scarers, never making the cut. He tried once, but the positions were full, so he had to become a janitor to work in the company. He never really went to Floor F until someone h heard about was recognized. He looked at station 10. Although Sully was surprised he had gotten the job, he wasn't surprised that he'd gotten to the top so quick. The only one on top, of course, was Randall.

If there was anyone he was interested in watching, it would have to be the company's Top Scarer. To him, Randall seemed determined to get the job, as well as rise to the top. He was as efficient as he was fast. Sully remembered hearing a few saying he could beat the record, be as well know as Fangs McDonald.

Although Sully knew Randall would brag, he didn't. Even as Randall enjoyed his job, there always seemed to be something else he was working toward, though Sully didn't know what it was. Right now, he didn't really much care about peeking into Randall's personal life.

Still, when a position would open up on the floor, he would be there to try and get it. Although it wasn't on his list, he had a little nack telling him to make peace with Randall, as the lizard monster still held a grudge.

Still, he also had Mike to worry about.

"Oh Jeez..." he said. He almost forgot that his friend was going to be waiting for him after the day's shift. Forgetting his thoughts, he went back to work.

The years above might still be judgemental, we're trying to pin-point it. Anyway, please review, we're a little low here heh. Hoping to update again, next chapter features, I think, a side of Randall he always hid.