Will stands staring at me now, with that same smile he had on his face the night we met. “Hey Luka,” he says, smiling at Michael in lieu of a hello.

Michael smiles at Will, wiggling his eyebrows not so discreetly in my direction. I let out a huff of indignation, quickly walking over to the chair furthest from Will and sat down. Michael and Will exchange a smile, one that I choose to ignore. I clear my throat, sighing with relief as Michael sits down between me and Will. Deanne slowly looks up from her computer, delicately arching one of her infuriatingly perfect brows at Will, who was still standing.

“Please sit, Mr. Toussaint,” she says, earning a blush of embarrassment from Will, who quietly sits down.

We stare at Deanne in silence, waiting for her to brief us on what I assume is our next mission. She pointedly ignores my scowl, straightening the papers on her desk.

“As I’m sure you know, you three have a new mission,” as she says this, my heart skips a beat at the fact that me and Will were going on a mission together. Oh, and Michael too, but that wasn’t as cool as Will.

“I need you to find and apprehend Alexander Ferrari, whom we were just recently informed is the leader of the group who has been smuggling contraband and stolen children out of the city.” My stomach churns at the word children. How could someone possibly kidnap a child?

Deanne continues. “We have also been informed that Ferrari tonight will be attending a private gala in the city, where an auction selling the stolen goods will be held. I need you three to get into this gala and collect information on your target. Do not engage. As I said before, you will need to apprehend him, but to do so at this gala would be suicide; it will be full of the most dangerous people across the state. Get the information you need, and get out. Keep me updated on your progress, you are to leave immediately, the gala starts at nine; more information, as well as the equipment you will need, is in your dorms.” Deanne goes back to whatever it was she had been doing on her computer, obviously dismissing us.

We stand and leave silently, never uttering a word until we are out of the building and on our way to the dorms.

Will clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. “So… we’re gonna be a team for a couple days.”

Michael nods, a stupid smile thrown in my direction on his face. “Yep, we sure are. Isn’t that great, Luka?”

My face had finally cooled down, but as soon as Mike drew the attention to me I flushed again. I need to calm down. If I act like this the whole time I’ll be of no use. So, I put my amazing acting skills to good use. I give Will a crooked grin, replying, “Yeah, it’s fantastic.”

Will’s face suddenly goes red, and I feel a rush of triumph at his embarrassment.

We stare at each other for a second, until Michael finally breaks the spell by saying, “So, we should go to our dorms, get dressed, and meet back here on the field in… thirty minutes?”

Will nods, and as he heads over to his dorm, we walk to ours.

“Really, Mikey? Why’d you gotta tease me like that around him?”

Mike laughs, opening the door to our dorm. “Because kid, it's fun.”

I shake my head at him, opening the duffle bag that had been placed on my bed and rifling through it. Multiple weapons had been put in my bag this time, which was a relief, as well as a black tux, papers about our mission, and few other gadgets.

I hear Michael laugh, mumbling under his breath, “Damn I haven’t worn a tux in years.”

I strip, quickly putting on the tux and heading to the bathroom to brush my hair. I can’t find the brush, so I simply run my fingers through my black hair and call it a day.

“No.” Michael says as I walk out of the bathroom.

“What?”

“Look at your hair, Luka! Put some gel in it or something, it’s a mess!” I scowl at him, going back into the bathroom to “fix it”.

Once we’re both presentable, we grab our bags and make our way back to the field, where Will is there waiting.

He looks… amazing.

Will’s hair is also gelled back, his black tux perfectly hugging his form. He is messing with his cuffs, staring intently at his sleeve.

“Do you need help with your cuffs?” I ask him, reaching out to take hold of his sleeve.

His face flushes with heat, but he silently nods his head. I find it hilarious that I can make him just as nervous as he makes me. Once I finish, I step back, clearing my throat.

“So, are we ready to go?” I ask.

Will finally looks up at me, a goofy grin on his face. “Sure.”

“I’m driving!” Michael says. He always wants to drive.

I sit up front, messing around with the stereo, while Will sits in the back, taking a nap. We stay silent for the majority of the drive, occasionally commenting on the passing moose or stray cloud. At some point I ask Michael, “You do know where we’re going, right?”

And to this he responds, “Of course, dipshit.”

We don’t speak after that.

Two and a half hours later -- there was traffic -- we pull up to a gas station a few blocks away from where the gala was being held. Michael claims that not only do we need gas, but it’s best to keep the vehicle that we could use to escape a few blocks away, so no one would know it was our’s and steal it.

I turn around in my seat as Michael gets out of the truck to fill the gas tank. Will is still asleep, his head leaning against the window and his mouth hanging slightly open. I stare at him a moment longer, then lean towards him and gently shake him awake. His head shoots up immediately, slamming his face against mine.

“That’s not how you’re supposed to kiss, idiots.” Michael says as he gets back into the car. I glance at Will, rubbing my forehead. He gives me a weak smile, rubbing his as well.

“Sorry,” he mumbles.

I shrug, replying, “I tried to wake you up nicely.”

He laughs, shaking his head. We stare at each other silently, until Michael groans loudly, saying, “Are two you done staring at each other? We need to get to the gala, it’s about to start.”

Michael ignores the dirty looks we both shoot his way, and instead leans over, opens my door and shoves me out of the truck. He then gets out himself, and being the oh so kind gentleman that he is, goes on the other side and opens Will’s door for him. Will glances at my crumpled form on the ground before he steps out of the truck.

He bends over and grabs my arm, pulling me up before he looks at Michael and says, “Uh… thanks for not shoving me out of the truck.” Mike gives him a benevolent smile, then starts on his way towards the gala.

I scowl at Mikey’s back, calling out to him, “Do you have our tickets?”

He doesn’t respond, merely pulls the tickets out of his pocket and waves them over his shoulder. I grab Will’s hand and pull him after me, following Mike down the street.