Everyone was gathered in the war room, Brett and Reagan standing in the front. Brett took a deep breath before nodding, "The time has come... For year-end bonus o'clock!!!" He cheered as a bunch of horns went off and confetti was let loose. Bearo started to play music, as Brett danced, and Reagan did the talking. The gang had finished all their missions that year in record time. They all got presents and opened them frowning.

"Tote bags??? Again???" Andre glared, "Son of a bitch!" he threw it.

"I don't need a bag to carry shit. I've got six fucking arms!" Myc complained.

"Wait there could be a check inside of it or," Brett gasped, "a tinfoil hat!"

"That's just actual garbage!" Myc yelled and everyone started complaining. Y/n frowned sliding the bag over her head in an attempt to suffocate herself.

"Hey, guys! You know what you're right!" Reagan spoke up, "You do deserve more than tote bags! Y/n stop trying to strangle yourself!" Reagan took the bag off of Y/n's head and threw it to the side. "I am taking this to J.R.!"

"Give it to him!"

"Yeah, girl!" Gigi cheered.

"Yay," Y/n unenthusiastic said spinning around in her chair.

"Hey you okay N/N," Andre smiled and she hesitantly replied receiving a look from Myc. Over the past few days, Y/n had been getting worse. If that even sounded right. Her eye bags were massive, her responses to everything were dry, and she just wasn't acting normal. Andre couldn't say he wasn't worried. Reagan had even asked him about her the other day. He broke out of thought when Y/n stood up from the table walking out without saying a word.

Getting to her lab she looked around. Everything in that room was a mess, including her. The voices in her head grew louder as her eyes darted around the room nervously. She grabbed the closest object to her and threw it against the wall as the noises stopped. Now Y/n wasn't necessarily old she was only in her late 20 early 30s but her life was fucked up. The truth is the older you grow the more problems you develop and so on. She was on her 5th day without any medications whatsoever. Which was really bad, but she was so undetermined and lazy to... Well, pick them up. She probably should've told somebody but she was too nervous too. Sure she loved everyone but she had the constant self-doubt that the love wasn't returned. She was the type of person that needed constant reassurance. Due to past events, she was always scared that people really didn't like her and it drove her up a thousand walls. After hearing loud cheering and what she thought was Reagan's voice she turned to face her door just as Myc walked in.

"Y/n are you going to tell them? I've been keeping quiet for a while now and I'm feeling antsy!"

"I can't yet... I'm just feeling-"

"Off? yeah of course you're feeling off! You're not taking your fucking meds you maniac! If I could actually go out into public I would've gotten them and delivered them to your dumb face already! Andres freaking the fuckkk out dude."

"I know," Y/n nervously bit her nails looking up at the mushroom. "I don't know what do to..."

"Well you're going to need to figure something out," Myc held onto her shoulders. "You're not stupid, you were literally hired because of how not stupid you are! You need to get your act together and I'm saying this as a coworker... and as a friend. Don't tear everyone else down around you because you're scared and upset with your own stupid life!" he accusingly pointed at her and she slightly frowned. "Also don't do anything stupid."

"Say stupid a fifth time why don't you," Y/n deadpanned and he scoffed.

"I'm just trying to help you because you clearly need it you screw-up!"

"Well maybe try helping in a nicer way Myc."

"You know I don't have to even help at all!" Myc snapped and left the room Y/n rolled her eyes and headed into her secret base.

It was the next day when everyone was gathered for an assembly. J.R. made a goodbye speech, and Reagan made a new boss speech. It was going great. She pitched new ideas for Cognito and everyone seemed to love them. She gave the team letterman jackets with their faces on them, and Y/n had to admit she let out a small smile. People cheered as Reagan crowd surfed, however, all the excitement was soon brought to an end when J.R.S.'s head projected over everyone.

"Trust no one! There's been a security breach!" he shouted in a panic and everyone looked around at each other before running. The gang walked into J.R.s office to find him wolfing out. He threw things and tore things apart. He was feral. "Guys there's a mole in our midst! They've broken in and stolen the unspoken file! Y/n your smart who is it?!?!" J.R snapped turning around and Y/n jumped back receiving a bit of a glare from him. She panicked and started to fumble around with her words and he sighed.

"What's the unspoken file?" Brett spoke up receiving a look from everyone.

"The one we don't speak about. You got a brain under that hot face?" Gigi smacked the back of his head.

"It's the master dossier of every conspiracy we have ever committed. If that gets exposed the whole company goes down!" Reagan panicked.

"Someone here is trying to personally fuck me over, and I won't have it," J.R. pointed a golf cub at the all.

"Okay let's just all stay calm and be reasonable about this!" Reagan attempted to calm the gang down.

"I'm filling the atrium with sharks trained in Krav Maga!" J.R. hit a ton of random buttons and walked out of the room. The gang followed after, "I'm going to my coronation ceremony come hell or shark water. Reagan, you wanted to be the boss. Here's your first task. Find the mole by end of the day, or I'm disappearing every one of you!" J.R. yelled leaving. He did make sure to congratulate Reagan first though. Everyone huddled in J.R.s office freaking out.

"I can't go to Shadow Prison X. I created all of their torture devices with the express understanding I'd never have to experience them!" Glenn looked worried.

"What did you create?" Y/n looked at him.

"Something a pretty face like yours would not be able to handle, also a ton of- I'm gonna stop there," he looked away and Y/n didn't push further.

"Okay, whoever did this wanted to take down J.R. and didn't care about the fallout. But why? Who is this company would be such an asshole?" Reagan groaned and everyone snapped around to look at Myc.

"Oh come on!" Myc complained.

"No, there's only one truly vengeful traitor in the building, and I know because it's basically all he talks about," Reagan spoke and everyone ended up in Robotuses room.

"It is not me! Besides, I can't be your mole! I've been trapped in a glass tomb for a reason we've all forgotten," Robotus spoke.

"Attempted global genocide?"

"Hey, can I call you Robotussy?" Y/n stuck her face against the glass

"NO!" He yelled and Y/n giggled.

"Nah Imma call you Rowtussy, it sounds better," Y/n nodded her head and he looked at her in fear. After doing some research everyone concluded that the Mole had to be one of them. Everyone cautiously backed up looking at each other

"Drama~" Robotus sang in a singsong voice.

Gathering back in the office Reagan paced back and forth. "Okay, we're still a team, except for the one of us that's not."

"Can't Myc just tell us who did it?" Gigi rolled her eyes.

"My, uh, psychic powers are tapped out. I may have gone a little overboard on my new tank," Myc nervously held up a tentacle.

"That sounds like something a leaker would say!" Glenn shot up. "Look he's leaking right now."

"You're quick to point a flipper. I say Glenns the mole! His backstory doesn't make any sense. He's a human that became a dolphin, but his last name has always been Dolphman!"

"He has you there Glenn!" Y/n spoke receiving a glare from Glenn. As everyone argued Y/n turned to Andre, "Hey are you okay?" she frowned seeing how upset he looked.

"I don't want somebody here to be a mole," he mumbled.

"Trust me, it'll be fine," Y/n ruffled his hair before turning back to the conversation. Reagan had concluded that since nobody had left the building the file would still be in the building. Soon they were investigating everyone's office. First, they started with Brett.

"Brett is creepily clean... Is that an entire drawer of Purell?" Reagan opened a drawer.

"That's some American Psycho shit," Gigi looked over Reagan's shoulder.

"I'm a blank slate and I have nothing to hide," Brett smiled as the robot scanned Brett. A concealed item alarm went off and everyone turned to face him. It ended up being a false alarm, however, and just an audio journal. Everyone awkwardly looked at each other as he started to play it. Next, they visited Gigi's office. They only found job rejections for Illuminati. Nothing Y/n didn't know about so she just zoned out and admired the office. After Gigi was Andre. Boy was his lab a shithole.

"How isn't this a hazard?" Y/n looked around.

"It is, I just don't care," Andre shrugged. Reagan then accused him of being a mole after his truth serum was rejected. "Look, I'm hooked on truth serum, okay? Regular drugs don't work anymore. The only thing that gives me a rush are harsh truths!"

"Harsh truths?! If you survive 40, I hope you find peace with yourself!" Gigi glared.

"Yes! Harsher!" Andre fell to his knees and Y/n covered her mouth in shock.

"God he's enjoying this."

Next everyone was huddled in Y/n's office It was more of a mess than usual and she had investigation boards out everywhere. As Brett walked over to Y/n's desk he went to look around and Y/n jumped forward. "NO!"

"Y/n! What are you hiding!"Reagan gasped running over.

"Guys, please... I swear I'm innocent I just. It's too embarrassing please no desk."

"Too late!" Myc found the red button on her desk, "Look, guys!"

"You fucker! Let's see what you're hiding hm?" Gigi slammed her hand down on the button and Y/n facepalmed. The bookshelves moved out of place revealing her secret lab, and newly made Pedro Pascal shrine.

"Welcome back Master Y/n," the monitor dropped from the ceiling.

"You have a super secret high-tech lab!"Reagan gasped obviously jealous.

"You have a Pedro Pascal shrine!?!?" Brett gasped.

"You know I could be a real cowboy," Andre muttered and Y/n's face turned red.

"Ah, so this is why I can never find you!" Myc nodded as they all continued looking around. After coming to the conclusion she wasn't guilty they headed to Glenn's office. While leaving Reagan turned to Y/n.

"You need to show me around later! I wish I had a secret base," Reagan spoke in awe and Y/n nodded. After getting to Glenn's place they found out he had a 19-year-old alter ego. Chad Dallas. He didn't seem like the mole so Reagan attacked Myc and then punched a hole in the wall. After her fit, they all gathered back in the conference room. They all made small talk while Reagan and Brett discussed something outside. When Brett and Reagan came back in they provided everyone with drinks and made a toast. Y/n brought the drink up to her mouth and her eyes widened. It was drugged. She threw it over the back of her head and looked around at the others.

"Guys I have the urge to say something that is the opposite of what a lie is. What is that called again?" Gigi looked around.

"That's because I put Andre's truth serum in your drinks," Reagan grinned

"You truth roofied us??" Myc asked.

"I prefer tru-fied. It's more playful. Now you're all going to talk." Reagan started to interrogate everyone.

"Myc are you the Mole???" Brett spoke.

"Hell no. But we're telling the truth? Well, I got some truth bombs for you. I've been in your mind all year. I know all your dirty secrets. Gigi hooked up with Andre at the company Christmas party!" Myc stated and Andre shot Y/n a worried glance to which she just shrugged in response. She was a bit upset but it didn't completely bother her. Gigi was hot Y/n would've done the same. "Brett thinks Reagan's mom is hot. Wait I'm getting something else... Y/n does too!" Myc laughed and Reagan eyed Brett and Y/n. "Reagan has a Carl Sagan fetish," Reagan looked away, "Glenns had some scandalous dreams about all of us!" Everyone gasped after learning this.

"oh my gosh!" Brett yelled.

"Jesus Christ," Andre glared.

"No no no no no," Gigi panicked.

"Damn you Mushroom! This is why I've been secretly trying to get your fungal ass deported!" Glenn stood up.

"You've been trying to deport Myc?" Reagan gasped.

"I bet it was Andre! We all just use him for drugs anyway!!!" Myc pointed at him.

"I-I'm not the mole I'm not even a real doctor! I flunked out of med school in my first year. My PhD is photoshopped from an episode of Doc Mcstuffins!"

"Dude you've done so much medical work helping me and you weren't qualified?" Y/n's jaw dropped.

"You did my dolphin surgery!" Glenn glared and everyone broke out into a fight.

"Oh, my god. Holy fucking shit. I know who the mole is!" Myc laughed.

"You do?!?!"

"Yeah."

"Well, who is it?!?!?" Reagan shook Myc.

"It's fucking Y/n," Myc nodded and everyone snapped to face her, "She used to work for the fucking Illuminati. In fact, she was practically the top dog there. She was the most successful one and basically controlled everything there!" Y/n's expression dropped as she started to profusely sweat.

"I- is that true Y/n," Reagan spoke, obviously hurt.

"What?!? Noooooo, it's actually... Bear-o! Yeah, he's the mole!" Y/n started to back away as Reagan walked toward her.

"Y/n is it true?!?!?" Reagan yelled and Y/n backed into the wall.

"Fine yes! It's true! But I left them because they were all stupid and abusive but-"

"I'd advise you to stop talking. I don't want to hear it. Y/n you should've told us. You know, now it all makes sense! That's why J.R. was being weird around you today..."

"That's how you knew Lin!" Gigi gasped.

"Reagan I swear."

"Leave."

"Reagan!"

"I said leave. I know I'm not technically in charge yet. However, the first thing I'm going to do is fire your ass. Leave." Reagan glared and Y/n stood in her place petrified.

"Wait wait wait, guys!" Myc came between the girls.

"What Myc?!?" Reagan snapped.

"I don't think it is actually Y/n. Sure she used to work for the Illuminati but she hated them! Also, I know you've all noticed she's been off lately. That's because she isn't taking her medications! She's been going through a rough time recently and what makes you think she'd make the effort to steal the file when she doesn't have the effort to keep herself alive!" Myc laughed and everyone's angry expressions suddenly dropped as Y/n stood there blank-faced.

"I was hoping I'd go out in a cooler way but Sharks are pretty too cool I guess..." Y/n mumbled before looking at the door and sprinting. She pushed her way through the doors and was about to throw herself into the Shark infested water when she was violently pulled back. Andre slapped a hand on her forehead and instantly took it off.

"Shit, you are burning up! Y/n we-" Y/n blacked out before hearing the end of his sentence.

She soon regained consciousness and was met with Andre. "Okay I know you are tired, and we are definitely going to be talking about this later. However, right now we need to go find Reagan and Rand." Andre held out a hand and helped Y/n off the floor. He had a bazooka on his one shoulder and her hand in the other and they walked off to catch up with the others. They eventually made it to the metal door where Rand and Reagan were behind. Glenn knocked down the door with a huge robot thingy and yelled.

"Freedom!!!" Glenn charged at Rand.

"Try me dolphin!" Rand pulled a lever and a bunch of animatronics came to life.

"Rands the man behind the slaughter..." Y/n whispered to herself before looking up.

"You don't know who you're dealing with. I'm the man who killed disco!" Rand yelled and disco music started playing. As the gang fought the animatronics Y/n danced around to the disco music. One of the Animatronics suddenly picked her up and opened its mouth.

"It's the bite of 87!" Myc screamed at the top of his lungs. Y/n excepted her fate and braced for impact but the animatronic shut off and dropped her.

"Guys I'm the mole!" Reagan yelled getting everyone's attention. "I mean not really. But we're all about to die because we can't find the mole. I have to take this one for the team so there can be a team," Reagan sighed. "Take me to Shadown Prison."

"Reagan no sweetie," Rand frowned.

"There has to be another option," Brett walked towards her.

"Well, I can't choose between my family and my friends," Reagan looked around.

"I volunteer as tribute! I'll go! I don't mind a lil bit of torture!" Y/n held up four fingers and everyone looked at her in shock.

"Okay, she has to be a masochist at this point! There is no way she's not!" Myc shouted out.

"Y/n you're not going to shadow prison. I'm choosing to be a good boss the only way I know how," Reagan finished speaking as the surveillance footage came through. They watched the screen as Bear-o entered J.R.S's office. Everyone gasped.

"Holy shit." Reagan stared at the screen.

"See! I fucking knew it! But nooobody ever listens to Y/n!" Y/n glared at the screen.

"I didn't know you were being serious!"

"When am I not serious???" Y/n crossed her arms.

"Practically all the time!"

"It's okay, Reagan. Do you need a hug," Bear-o wheeled into the room.

"Oh fuck," Reagan looked up in fear.

Part two electric boogaloo coming to a fanfic near you... sometime next week. When I feel like it. I hope you enjoyed thanks for reading.