Important author's note: So this is my first creative work ever, I've never written a short story or fanfic ever before, so please don't go too hard on me in the comments. However, please do give criticism and tell me about cliches I'm falling subject to, as I'd like to keep writing more. I also want to give massive thanks to TheReader1118, as it was their fanfics that made me want to write this, and gave me inspiration for it! I'll probably be writing at least one chapter a week, but sometimes It'll be more, and rarely less. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy it!

"So, here in the frontal lobe, we see activity when..." I yawned noticeably, and someone behind me glared at the back of my head. What was the point of a "Refresher lecture"? We were all here last year, we remember what happened. This was stuff a schoolchild could learn. I closed my notebook and looked at my watch. Only 25 minutes left of class, then I was blissfully free. My mind wandered between subjects as it liked to do when I was bored, from gaming to music to movies… Until it settled on her. As it always did. Those captivating eyes, her flowing, brown hair, her soothing, melodious voice…

"Hey! I'm trying to get past!" I was shunted rudely out of my daydream. I looked around. The lesson had ended, and everyone was packing up, while I was blocking the rest of my line. I hurriedly stuffed my things away, and left.

I entered the room and threw down my backpack, as my two friends turned around to observe the new entrant.

"Welcome. I have been expecting you." said Matthew as I sat down and opened up my laptop.

"Episode 6, Return of the Jedi. Can't get anything past me Matt"

"Well, you completely missed the Death Note one last night."

"What was that?" "Don't you remember? 'I am… JUSTICE!"

"Well, it was really late. I was probably running on about 3 brain cells."

"Still counts."

"Well, I-"

"Okay, can we stop before this becomes a massive thing, and just get back to brutal, senseless murder, like always?" Sam interjects, cutting me off.

"Nice way of putting it." I reply. "You're lucky someone didn't hear that."

Suddenly, we hear banging from the door. "FBI! OPEN UP"

I'm surprised for a second, then realise who it is. I smile. "Come in and get us!"

The door opens, and my other friend Luke walks in.

"You know, it might have been better if you picked an intelligence service that actually operates in this country. Or this continent, for that matter."

"Well, I had to be intimidating right? 'Its the police, please open the door' sounds way less cool"

"I guess. You guys wanna get to it?"

"Of course."

6 Hours later

"I spot two on the right, under the bridge, both shotguns. Luke, Matthew, give me cover fire, Sam, flash them." I ran forward as my teammates backed me up. I looked away as I heard that distinctive "thump" of the flashbang going off, and ran in to clean up.

Flawless Victory

"HELL yeah, we are on FIRE today! What's that, a 9 streak, that must be a record right?" Matthew shouted, spinning in his chair.

"Yup, best was 7, when the competitive season started. We crushed those noobs." Luke replied

"Nice" I looked at the clock. 11:30 PM. I did need my sleep. "Hey guys, its nearly midnight, we should probably wrap it up for today." They all looked at their watches in unison.

"Yeah, you're probably right." Sam yawned loudly, which proved to be infectious as we all copied him. "Damn, the time slipped by us. Well, see you all tomorrow, I guess."

"See ya"