Two chapters in one night? That's impossible! Yet here it is! It may be a week before I update the next chapter so keep your pants on. I don't know why, but I love writing dialogue for the villains!

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The Villain and the Spies (What? I have writer's block!)

Chris Maclean, the bubbly super villain, was unusually angry as he fumed in his "lair." Being one with impeccable taste and an ego bigger than the Milky Way, his chateau, located at the top of a volcano mountain on a lovely Tropical island was nothing short of spectacular. To say it was like Buckingham Palace would be an understatement: it was furnished by priceless pieces of art and furniture (most of them ill-gotten) and pictures of him could be found on almost any surface, on paintings, on chairs, heck, he even has a life size golden statue of him in the lobby. But all this could not calm him down as he sat on a lovely throne-like chair, surrounded by menacing looking guards. In front of him was Heather, a raven haired beauty who was the very epitome of femme fatale.

"Do you have any idea how close we were to getting busted!?" yelled Chris suddenly, Heather's expression however, remained calm as Chris ranted, walking around and flaring his arms like a maniac. Just let him finish his little tirade, it'll be over before you know it, she thought having gone through it before on multiple occasions.

"It's a good thing we found out about that agent before she reported back to HQ!"He turned to Heather, "I thought you said everything was going as planned?"

"It is," she replied with an underlying coldness that was hard to miss.

"Oh, silly me, I forgot that having the International Bureau of Espionage snooping around was part of the plan!" He said obviously sarcastically, "And don't even get me started on the incident with that other agent. Now look here, Heather, one more mess up like that and I'll have to feed you to my little pets here…" he pointed to the glass wall to the right of him that separated the people from vicious looking sharks, "now get back to work, and I suggest that you watch your back, young lady."

No, you watch your back Maclean. Heather had already turned and was walking towards the doors. Her face was still the same as before but her anger could clearly be sensed from her walking, each step stabbing into the Oriental rug.

Maclean slumped back on his chair, and turned to Hatchet, his hulky head henchman, "remind me again why I employed help like her?"

"You wanted someone cheap," commented a man with a snide air, dressed in the best Italian suit and leather shoes and carrying a heavy looking briefcase, he walked towards the leader. Normally Maclean would be furious that he wasn't alerted that someone was coming but this was an exception.

"Well you get what you pay for, I suppose" he chuckled, "and what about you Noah? Are you worth what I'm paying you?"

"Keep your designer knock offs on, I've got them," he opened the suitcase to reveal a rather dangerous looking gun, "the M79 grenade launcher, these babies are hard to get, especially after the government tightened its firearm restrictions and security at the military weaponry design department. But they don't call me the best for nothing."

Maclean studied the gun very carefully, Noah was well known in the black market to be the best supplier of weapons, but he also had a reputation of being a sneaky little schemer, "Aptly named," he commented.

"I wouldn't try to shoot someone point blank with it though; things could get pretty messy if you know what I mean. Now, let's talk about the matter of payment," he snapped the case shut almost amputating Hatchet's hand in the process, "I've got plenty more of these in stock as well as even better ones, but you're not the only guy here that wants to rule the world or whatever."

"I wouldn't worry about that," Maclean smiled, "but I would worry about rumours of you selling some of us out to the IBE whenever you get caught to skip jail time."

Noah's body went rigid; however, he's been used to these situations before and had trained himself to not show fear, too much. Fortunately for him no one noticed his back stiffening. He began to talk in a practiced calm voice, "my dear Chris, I am a man of honour, how dare you suspect me, good ole honest Noah to cheat you guys out like that. However I do commend you for checking out all suspicions first, a sure sign that we have a genius here." He was not good at flattery, for he has used that line on all his suspicious clients, "just relax and I'll take care of the hard part." With that, he headed towards the door, "I'll be sure to book the next meeting with you when I have the time."

As Noah disappeared from their sights, Maclean spoke calmly, "Hatchet, make sure to tell Eddy to keep an eye out for Noah here…and Heather as well." He turned to leave.

"What about you sir?"

"I'll be paying a little visit to our little miss secret agent."

H lead the group out of the room, into the lab area and after saying hello to a few passing researchers, lead the group to a table with many inventions of top.

"Over here, we have the standard spy watch, complete with three-way communications, mini flashlight and video recording," he paused and added proudly, "I also added a GPS feature on it, so powerful that you can track anyone down that's on the other side of the world." He handed one to each of the three. H proceeded to point to Cody's wristband, "your wristband, Cody is like a mini computer, it can't go on the web but it does have access to IBE's own database. In addition, those sunglasses have a mini camera attached to it, which can enable you to see behind you, magnify things in front of you and see at a great distance, it even has a face focus feature."

"Cool," he said, taking his sunglasses off his head and examining it.

"Geoff, seeing as how you're an actual trained spy," H said with a slight sarcastic tone on the word trained, "you'll receive the explosive gum, and the pen with grappling ability and laser, try not to almost cut your limbs off this time, okay?"

"Big deal, so what do I get?" asked Duncan impatiently.

"You," H said while rummaging through the table, "get these gloves, complete with the newest in advanced adhesive technology, these things are so sticky you can climb up any wall no matter how slippery. As well, you get the stun ring, a bit like an over charged joy buzzer, but with a launcher that can, well, launch the stunner to anything in a 10 metre distance."

"That's it?"

"You also get to drive the Astro Martin Spy car," H remarked almost regrettably, "it has all the bells and whistles you can possibly imagine. Of course all of you will receive some weapon of some kind. We'll need to figure out what Maclean is doing first before we bring out the top artillery."

"And how are we going to do that?" asked Duncan skeptically.

"Chris Maclean is a notorious gambler. Intelligence has found that he will be going to Monte Carlo, for a night or two of gambling. In order to get yourselves invitations to the resort you must beat him in a game of chance. Remember, the fate of the free world may rest in your hands."

"Gee, how motivating," Duncan said blandly, "so, where's our ride?" He jingled the keys to the spy car.

Agent 009, aka Bridgette, had never felt lower in her life. Getting captured was one thing, but to be captured by someone like Chris Maclean's lackeys was downright humiliating. It was just one slight, once in a lifetime slip up, but that little slip up landed her in a diamond barred cage in a high tech lab used by complete idiots.

Bridgette heard a slight creak and instinctively looked at the swinging doors where Chris Maclean now stood.

"Do you expect me to talk, Maclean?"

Maclean just laughed, "If I had a nickel for every time I've heard that..."

"You'll be rich enough to buy some sanity?" finished Bridgette, smugly.

Maclean's face darkened as his team of "scientists" tried in vain to muffle their laughter, "you know, if I was in you're situation, I wouldn't be back talking. Unless you want to experience a horrible death by being eaten alive by sharks or carnivorous woolly beavers."

"Go ahead, I'll rather get eaten alive than listen to you. Why do you even need me? No one knows where I am, and I'm almost completely powerless in this cage."

"Then who will be at a front row seat to watch me become the most powerful man on earth? I mean yeah, all my supporters would, but where's the fun in that?"

"You'll never get away with this!" Bridgette shouted loudly, although in her head she scolded herself for using such a clichéd line.

Chris chuckled and walked right up to her, "who's there to stop me?"