[As if he had weights tied down on them, Mike slowly and painfully opened his eyes. It took him a minute or two for his vision to become perfect. He was in the hospital wing of Head Quarters. He sat up in the hospital bed, still looking around confused. He noticed an IV sticking out of his arm and he grimaced at the thought. He wasn't a big fan of needles or medical things at all.]
Ryan: "You're awake."
[Mike turned towards the sound of the voice. He smiled when he saw Ryan Starr standing in the doorway. She walked into the room, coming into the light better. She was wearing her casual clothes. She was a clothing designer and she was skilled in ripping clothes to threads and sowing them back into something better than the original design. Her shirt was very low cut as always. Mike wondered if she'd ever wear a normal shirt, not that he was complaining.]
Mike: "I don't even remember going to sleep..."
[Ryan walked past the empty hospital bed in the room and to Mike's bed side. She leaned forward, trying her best not to hurt him, and hugged him. Her long dark hair fell onto his shoulders as he put his hand on her back. She pulled away and smiled at him.]
Ryan: "Sorry to ruin this tender moment we're having, but I should probably call one of the doctors."
Mike: "I guess so..." [he paused] "Hurry back, yeah?"
Ryan: "Of course."
[Ryan untangled herself from him and walked out of the room, waving her hand behind her as she left. Mike leaned back against the hospital bed and sighed to himself.]
Mike: "I wonder if I can get some cheese while I'm here..."
[Moments later, Ryan reentered the room, followed by Lee. Lee was wearing blue hospital scrubs and carrying a clip board. Mike looked past him, trying to locate the doctor. Lee couldn't be a doctor. He was to young.]
Mike: "Where's the doctor?"
Lee: "I am the doctor."
Mike: [laughing nervously] "Seriously?"
Lee: "Yes." [looks at Mike] "I hope you don't mind wearing the white hospital clothes. We were out of blue."
Mike: [noticing his change of clothes] "AH! When did that happen?"
Lee: "While you were unconscious. Emma rehired Michael Jackson and he was in charge of changing you. We left him alone with you while you were unconscious. We should trust people a little more."
Mike: "What!?"
Lee: "Just kidding...Michael Jackson is working daycare today."
Mike: [to self] "That's safe..."
Lee: "Can you stand?"
Mike: "There's only one way to find out, isn't there?" [hops off the bed] "Yup. I can walk."
Lee: "Ok, good. I'm gunna take you back to my office so I can check and make sure you're not dying." [turns to Ryan] "You can't come."
Ryan: "Why the Hell not?"
Lee: "Because you're not an Agent or a Potential Agent for that matter. My room is for official business and only works are aloud inside."
Ryan: "But, I work here! I make the fashionable spy clothes for the Agents!"
Lee: "You were employed by Stephanie, but since she no longer among the living, you're no longer--"
Mike: "Hey!"
Lee: "Sorry. That was heartless of me." [to Ryan] "Ms. Starr, you'll have your boyfriend back as soon as I get him checked out."
Ryan: "Fine..."
[Lee nodded at her and ushered Mike out of the room. They walked down the hallway and past a few doors. Finally, they entered a room numbered 666. There was an examining table in the center of the room and Mike hopped up, knowing the procedure.]
Lee: "Let me take your temperature."
Mike: "No."
Lee: "Why not?"
Mike: "Because I don't have a fever."
Lee: "I still have to take it anyway."
Mike: "Why?"
Lee: "Because it makes my paper look full if I have more things written down on it." [goes to a drawer and pulls out a thermometer] "Now do you want it in your mouth or up your butt?"
Mike: [coughing] "What...? Oh...I'm good putting it under my tongue, really."
[Lee handed the thermometer over to Mike, who put it under his tongue. He swung his legs in the air like a child as the thermometer took his body temperature. After five minutes, Lee pulled it out and looked at it.]
Lee: "97.2. That's a little weird. Normal body temperature is 98.6. You're more than one degree below normal."
Mike: "Maybe it's just an Agent characteristic."
Lee: "Maybe. How are you feeling? Are you dizzy or weak?"
Mike: "No. Why?"
Lee: "You lost a lot of blood. Luckily, Agents heal quickly so your body made more blood quickly. I still needed to check though."
Emma: [walking into the room] "Glad to see you're awake, Mike."
Mike: "It's nice to be awake."
Emma: "You took a nasty beating from that creature, didn't you?"
Mike: "Yeah I did. Mind telling me what I was fighting?"
Emma: "An Old Navy person. Old Navy people are like the commercial people that the Gap kids fear. I suspect that the Old Navy person is here as an agent of whoever is after David. I would think that Snuggles hired him, but since David Boreanaz sliced him to pieces, I don't think it's him.
Mike: "So, how do we kill this thing?"
Emma: "The same way you kill a Gap kid. Damage the heart somehow and they'll explode into cloth in a few seconds. Only problem is, the Old Navy person is a Hell of a lot stronger, faster and vicious then a Gap kid. We're all working on it now, so when we figure something out I'll let you know." [to Lee] "How's our number one patient doing?"
Lee: "He's doing fine. Everything is in order except for his broken ribs, which I'm going to wrap up. Then he's free to move around as he pleases."
Emma: "Good work. See to it that he goes to his room in the living quarters of Head Quarters, please."
Lee: "Yes, ma'am."
Emma: "Thanks."
[Emma left the room, leaving Lee to finish treating Mike. Mike took his shirt off as Lee wrapped gauze around his body, making a makeshift cast while his ribs healed. Mike put his shirt back on and hopped off the table.]
Mike: "I have so much to do and we don't even know who the new Agent is yet. Do you know where Hannah is?"
[Lee looked down at the floor, not meeting Mike's eyes.]
Mike: "Lee...what is it?"
[Mike and Lee stood outside a hospital ward bedroom. Lee stood outside the door and waved Mike inside. Mike walked in and approached the bed at the end of the room. Hannah was lying in the bed, still unconscious, in a coma.]
Mike: "This is all my fault..."
Lee: "No, it isn't."
Mike: "If I had fought better she wouldn't be in a coma."
Lee: "You heard what Emma said about the Old Navy person. You're both lucky to still be breathing."
Mike: "Yeah...lucky...two down...one to go..."
[Mike walked out of the room, passing Lee as he left. He walked down the hallway and exited the hospital ward. He was walking down a long hallway when a blonde girl zipped past him on a razor scooter, almost knocking him down. He watched the girl speed down the hallway and turn a corner. He shook his head. HQ had the weirdest people in the world coming and going day after day. He continued through a big room where everything was happening! There were people sitting at desks, Potential Agents training, Emma giving orders, Lee looking over some folders, Ryan was working on some clothes, scientists and mechanics were making new equipment, and people were coming and going like at an airport.]
Potential Agent: "Mike, the winner of Slut Idol is here to see you." [she handed him a folder] "She's waiting for you in lobby."
Mike: "Thank you."
[Mike took the file from her and nodded, continuing on his way. He entered the lobby and immediately noticed the extremely trashy girl sitting in one of the chairs. She was blonde, with huge breasts, and was barely wearing any clothing. He sighed. This wasn't a good day. He walked up to her and extended his hand.]
Mike: "Hey, I'm Mike."
Marissa: [looking at his hand] "Hi. Nice to meet you." [looks at his hand again] "Is there something wrong with your hand."
Mike: "No, just trying to be polite." [opens the file] "It says here that you're the winner of slut idol. How many people did you beat out of the spot?"
Marissa: "...Green...?"
Mike: "I'm sorry, green is a color. Please try again."
Marissa: "I want some juicy juice."
Magui: [walking by] "She beat out 30,000 people."
Mike: "How do you know?"
Magui: [still walking away] "I watched the show."
Marissa: "You know, Mark..."
Mike: "Mike."
Marissa: "Mike...you look like you could use some fun. What's been bothering you?"
Mike: "Barney. Gap Kids. Robots. Spongemonkies. Snuggles. Janitors. Old Navy People."
Marissa: "You look so rugged and manly with all your cuts and bruises. It's really turning me on."
Ryan: "Back off, Barbie, he's mine."
Marissa: "Really. I don't..." [long pause] "...see your name on him!"
Ryan: "Actually yeah." [pulls on the collar of Mike's shirt, revealing her name sown in] "Hah."
Mike: "Aside from seducing me, you have a specific task to take care of today."
Marissa: "A sexual task?"
Magui: [walking past again, sarcastically] "No, a brain teaser."
Mike: "Where are you going now?"
Magui: "To check on David...again..."
Mike: "Anyway, you have to teach the Potential Agents how to be slutty."
Ryan: "Is that really a good thing?"
Mike: "Kinda...They could seduce weak minded men easier and get information without actually sleeping with them." [waving over a Potential Agent] "Marissa needs an escort to the gym. Please take her."
Potential Agent: "Sure thing."
Mike: "Thanks." [watches them walk off and turns to Ryan] "I need some sleep."
Ryan: "Of course you do." [taking his hand and walking] "Although, I'm gunna stay up because I don't trust that girl not to have sex with you in your sleep."
[As they walked, a loud beeping sound filled the whole HQ. People started rushing to stations as the whole place went into chaos. Someone was wrong. Mike spotted Emma running around and waved her over.]
Mike: "What's going on?"
Emma: "Something's found our HQ and is on it's way up here. I have a feeling it's the--"
Mike: "--Old Navy person...yeah...great..."
Emma: "You think you can handle it?"
Mike: "I don't really have a choice."
Ryan: "What? You can't go fight that thing again. It'll beat the crap out of you."
Mike: "Thanks for your support."
[Suddenly, the 12 inch reinforced steel door flew off its hinges and flew into the room, crushing someone as it landed. Mike stared at the figure in the door. It was exactly who he had expected - the Old Navy Person. It growled and charged at them.]