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Chapter 2 – Come Full Circle

"Do take your time. It is not as if I have other places I need to be."

Grace Granville tapped the side of her head, waiting for the person she had beckoned for to come. For the most part, it had been a pretty uneventful day. Maybe this was revenge for all of the excitement that happened the day prior.

But meetings, e-mails, and teaching was not the same as sneaking into an underground restaurant and fighting a crazed ninja woman. The one interesting thing that did happen today...well, that's what she was waiting for.

Mostly.

Her office door opened, revealing the new arrival. "You wanted to see me, Professor?"

"Ahh, yes. Mr. Hamada. How nice of you to finally show up," she said, gesturing in front of her. "Have a seat."

Hiro stepped forward and took his seat in the chair in front of her desk, setting his backpack down. "What did you want to talk about?"

"There's a couple of things I wished to discuss. The first order of business...would you happen to know why all of the vending machines in the cafe decided to malfunction this afternoon?"

Hiro shook his head, trying to keep a straight face. "Nope, I wouldn't know anything of it."

Granville narrowed her eyes, not impressed.

"On a completely unrelated note..." He reached into his backpack and grabbed a small bag, handing it to her. "I wanted to give you this."

She opened the bag and tossed a piece of the insides into her mouth. "Mr. Hamada, how did you know chocolate-covered peanut butter pretzels were my favorite?"

"I...guessed."

"Good guess." She set the bag aside. "Please tell me that you're going to return the rest of the snacks in your backpack before you leave."

Hiro grinned sheepishly, kicking his bag to the side, the many bags of junk food seen through the zipper. "They will be, Professor."

"Very well. To the second order of business, then."

Granville straightened up in her seat, crossing her fingers. "I wanted to further emphasis my apologies for getting you and the team in trouble. My intrusions caused a great amount of stress on all of you. It was never my intention for that to happen. I-"

She stopped, noticing Hiro's growing grin. "Do you wish to share with the rest of the class, Mr. Hamada?"

"Sorry, I was just thinking about how Baymax got you to Momakase's place?"

"We flew."

"And how was that?"

Granville shrugged. "Once I forbid myself from looking down, the flight was actually quite pleasant. It is a wonder to your craft that you were able to build armor sustaining air travel so smoothly."

Hiro's smile didn't waver as he pulled a small data drive out of his pocket. He gingerly put it on the desk as Granville looked on.

"Did you know, Professor, that Baymax has a recording device installed in him?"

Her eyes widened.

"And he records a lot when we're on patrol, for documentation purposes?"

Even more.

"And in order for me to finish diagnosing Baymax's problems after that night, I had to listen to said recording?"

"...Blackmail is not very becoming of you, Mr. Hamada."

"Who said I was blackmailing you? I'm just stating what I have in my possession..." He brought the backpack up for her to see, shaking it slightly. "And I am telling you what you can have in yours."

Granville leaned forward, her hands together. She didn't appear to be budging.

Hiro sighed. "Fine." He dove into his backpack, pulling out the rest of the bags with the same pretzels in them. "It's not like I can eat them, anyway."

Satisfied, she pulled the stash toward her, including the drive. Hiro zipped up his bag again, relieved. "You almost broke Baymax's lenses when you screamed-"

"That is quite enough, Mr. Hamada."

"...Fair enough."

Granville swept the bags and drive into an open drawer, closing it with a thud. "Tell me...have you had any luck with locating Momakase?"

Hiro shrugged. "Not yet. It seems like everyone we've fought recently knows how to hide when they need to. But we'll find them. Noodle Burger Boy, Momakase, Trina."

The dean lowered her head, lost in thought. Hiro suddenly realized what was wrong.

"Sorry."

Granville rubbed her thumbs together. "It is possible, Mr. Hamada, that he survived. Because those two did."

"Yeah, but they're also robots. They're a little more durable than we are."

Hiro leaned forward, his voice clear. "Professor, you told me a while ago that things are sometimes better off unknown. I haven't been back there in a while, and I'm not so sure I want to. Obake...he's more than likely gone."

"And as I understand it, he didn't have much time left, anyway," Granville whispered.

"What?" Hiro stood up from his chair. "Wha—what are you talking about?"

"It is all right, Mr. Hamada," Granville said. "I was made aware of his...condition...by Baymax a few weeks ago."

"Wait, how-" Hiro frowned. "He made a copy, didn't he?"

She drummed her fingers on the table, her face sullen. "Baymax thought it would be appropriate for me to have access to that information. I assure you that I did not go looking for it. He came here and gave me a copy of the video file he had when he escaped."

Hiro sat back down, sighing. "Professor, I-"

"Your attempt to protect my feelings is appreciated, Mr. Hamada. But I assure you that I have accepted my responsibility in the matter. Baymax was able to help with that."

"Speaking of him," he started, "Where was I during this?"

Granville smiled at him. "If I remember correctly, he mentioned that you were on a blimp with a fellow classmate."

Hiro recoiled in his seat. "Umm..."

"Mr. Hamada, there are plenty of places in this city you can take Karmi without resorting to the air. I hear that they are building an outdoor patio space at Gramercy. I think that would be lovely, would it not?"

Hearing no answer, and seeing him start to blush, she switched topics. "I've also heard that you've recently accepted a position as an intern at Krei Industries. That is quite a task; I hope you are up for it."

"It's been crazy, yeah. I officially start tomorrow. He's even giving me my own lab."

"I do hope that you will be able to focus on your studies in addition to this, Mr. Hamada. After all," she added with a grin, "This is not a contest."

"No, it's not."

Granville noticed that Hiro was leaning back and forth rather nervously. "Do you have something to add, Mr. Hamada?"

"I wanted to give you something else."

"I assure you that I have enough snacks to last me a lifetime."

"No, it's...not that. Here."

Hiro set his phone down on her desk, gesturing to her to do the same.

"Mr. Hamada, if you plan on giving my phone a virus, I would rather you not."

He shook his head in dissent. "It's not that. Do what I do."

She took out her phone and set it down, the top of her phone touching his. Slowly, she began to mimic his movements with her finger.

A swipe across the top of the screen from right to left. Down the entirety of the left side. Right on the bottom. Halfway up on the right. And through the entire middle, touching the left border.

Both of their screens turned red, and several lines of binary flashed across them. After a few seconds, they went black, but not before something flashed in the middle of the screen: a small, stylized number six.

"I've set up a secure communications line with your phone. All you have to do is swipe like we just did, and it will make it automatically. It's firewalled and protected against anyone trying to hack into it. It'll also work with your laptop and any wireless headsets you may have."

Granville brought her phone up to her face, the number still dancing around on her screen. "Mr. Hamada, whatever happened to questioning authority?"

"I did," Hiro said, putting his phone back in his pocket. "And then I asked myself one: is there anyone else we would rather have on our side when we need help? I mean...you've been there for me—us. For us."

She closed her phone down, nodding. "Thank you, Mr. Hamada. I promise that I will not abuse this."

"That's good to hear." He swung his backpack onto his back. "Have a good night, Professor."

She let him get to the door before she responded.

"And you as well, Hiro."

AUTHOR'S NOTE: One thing that I always imagined in my head was Granville being some sort of Nick Fury-esque behind-the-scenes character, being able to find out information for the team and being sort of a mysterious figure.

It turns out that she's just one giant fangirl. Who knew?

Apologies for the abrupt end, but I didn't really have a proper one. This chapter did not come as easy as the first one, but hopefully there will be people that will enjoy it.

I also hope that people will figure out that I'm titling the chapters based off the episode titles. Hehehe.

I have a very weird feeling about the next episode, "Prey Date". Don't really know why, but Karmi'll be there again, so I guess we know who the next chapter will focus upon. :)

Read and review, if you like. See you tomorrow.