He was in a van, Britney Spears' Toxic blaring in the background, the violins screeching. He sat, hunched in his chair, as he stared at the computer screens, munching on some Bugles. He heard a click and turned in time to see another boy, stockier and with brown hair, enter the van. His nose wrinkled when he heard the song. "Really?" he asked, in Russian. Mikhail shrugged, replying in the same language, "I like the song." "I think you just like Britney Spears..." "What's not to like?" Mikhail grinned and kicked his chair backwards, giving the other boy room, "At least I'm not blaring it over the loudspeaker again." The brunette was examining the computer screens. The atmosphere between them was friendly. "You do that again, and I'll write a strongly worded letter to your supervisor." "Psh, yeah right," Mikhail scoffed, "Where would you find another hacker like me?" No response came from the boy. "That's what I thought," Mikhail said smugly. "Whatever," the boy said, "But turn down that music, or I'll tell everyone you're gay!" "You do that, and I'll tell everyone you ate the last piece of cake in the public fridge!" "You're crazy." "At least they'd believe me," Mikhail said with a grin. The other boy faked a punch at Mikhail, who dodged, knocking his headphones out of its jack. He threw the Bugles bag at the other boy in retaliation, hitting him in the forehead. An annoyed voice from the computer screen demanded to know what was going on in Russian, causing both boys to burst out in laughter.
The scene faded, giving way to a myriad of some of Mikhail's happiest memories. Memories of his mother, of Paris, of the times when he wasn't on a mission, and even some when he was. Near the end, some images of Hallie briefly popped up, but were followed by when he first hacked into the Swiss Bank. His mind then went dark, but grew lighter and lighter, until finally...
Mikhail slowly opened his eyes.
Everything looked foggy, and his hearing was blurry. As he slowly regained his consciousness, he heard a language that he recognized as English, but he couldn't understand what was being said. He was on his back, and the ceiling gradually grew into focus. He heard yelling. Angry words in what sounded like an Italian accent. He turned his head painfully and saw a familiar face. White hair.
He squinted his eyes. Where was he? What happened? A voice...sounded like his roommate's....he heard metal. A sword?
Suddenly, his current memories slammed back into him, as did his surroundings. He was in the gym. Hallie was out, and he had been earlier. He turned his head to see a guy with a blade running towards him, aiming for some people to his right.
His eyes shot open, and he scrambled into action. Before he could even do anything, though, his roommate had flown into action and defeated the Italian. Well, that solved that, he thought. That only left Hallie....he walked over to her and picked her up. She wasn't that heavy, even without the gravity manipulation. He turned to face the others. "So. Class dismissed?" he asked.