Simon, armored from head to toe and armed with a deadly arsenal, was traveling towards his mission. The mission was seemingly simple, but the risks were high. His task was to locate a drug hideout - one that held an immense quantity. Together with Soap and Gaz he made his way through a dark and empty alley of a small town. A few strategic hand gestures was all the communication needed, as the trio worked in perfect sync. Suddenly, Simon halted, his senses on high alert. His ears picked up a faint hint of classical music in the distance. He glanced around and then spotted a window, its light casting a warm glow against the shadows. It seemed strange, even foolish, to leave a light on and listen to this kind of music in such a dangerous place.

Simon approached the window, his steps so silent that he hardly made a sound. He was always looking out for any potential danger. But when he looked through the window his eyes widen in surprise. It was worlds apart from what he had expected to find in such a place.

He couldn't believe his eyes. There you were, gracefully gliding across the floor with an elegance that was almost not from this world. Your dance was a form of ballet and he found himself captivated by the beauty of your movements. Yet, it confused him - in a place where drugs, alcohol and a lack of education were the norm, seeing someone dance in such an elegance seemed almost surreal.