As the years went by, Simon became more and more flexible and easy to convince to go to these task force events. Price's birthday** his age? He had no idea, maybe fifty... Or five...

The bar was packed with people, teenagers and adults having fun, and only then did he realize that it was the end of the shift at some of the local colleges.

The symphony of electronic music without lyrics was predominant even over all the blah blah blah that filled the place. Simon was starting to regret having gone.

It wasn't that easy for them to blend in with all those people, considering he refused to take off that damn skull balaclava. No way he thought to himself before adjusting it on his face as they sat at the bar and ordered a shot of drinks to just start the night.

About half an hour later, that damn electronic music stops, only to give way to one by a famous singer (Woman- Doja Cat.) He knew that song well from some recruits at the base.

His brown eyes were drawn to the stage, more specifically to the person next to the DJ, she looked like a damn angel dancing, not even caring about the hungry looks of men who would chase her just to get a chance with them.

They weren't British, they weren't... Americans... And it only confirmed his suspicion that they were foreigners whose first language wasn't English. They spoke in a sing-song manner, that Brazilian accent while they moved perfectly.

Simon was transfixed, his body not responding for itself as he walked towards that stage to get a better look at the figure. It was to say the least, they were perfect...