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::Logan walked into the dimly lit office and plopped down at the battered grey metal desk. Cursing as he spilled his coffee on the paper:: Shhheeee yit! I didn't even read it yet! ::stooping over to clean up the mess with a paper towel, his tie falls into the puddle.:: This just keeps getting better and better! ::He looks at his watch:: anybody seen Ari? She's late. ::Scanning the file on his desk briefly, this is his next case...he reads on, waiting for her::

My day was finer than fine. Just like everyday.
My stroll through the streets in the illusion of a blond woman in a skimpy red dress easily drew trouble my way. And I knocked trouble out with my lucky right fist. The fun I enjoyed on a daily basis. Playing the mind-tricking vigilante on my own time.
My phone rang and it was the secretary. Again.

"Yes?" I asked in an all-too-falsely polite tone.
"You're late Ms. Camerino."
"No shit." I hit the red off button on the sleek black cell before sliding it patiently back into my pockets.

By now I had reached the building. As soon as I walked in I noticed the glaring secretary. I lit a cigarette and puffed it once in her face as I leaned over the counter.
"What room?" I said with the cigarette muffling my voice some.

"A233." she groaned angrily.
I nodded to her, pretending to tip a hat that didn't exist, but she quickly saw. I could hear her gasp in surprise behind me as I stepped cheerfully in the elevator.
An older man sat inside with me with his suitcase. I had to play with his head, I couldn't surrender the perfect opportunity.
A hissing came from his suitcase and he opened it up. It hit the floor as snakes poured from it. But what did the second floor patrons see when the elevator opened? An elderly man screaming and stomping the business files that were crumpled along the floor.

I turned into the room, crushing the cigarette on the floor one step before entering.
I quickly pulled up a seat and lounged back.

"Good morning messy."

I look up, hearing you enter. "oh, you're hear...I heard screaming outside. what did you do THIS time? You make the cleaning lady see maggots in her soup again?"


I continue scanning the file. "Did you see this shit?" Sliding the stained manila folder with a picture of a pretty young girl on it towards her. "Get this...you're supposed to turn ME into a chick. Can you friggin' believe this shit? Who came up with THAT idea?"


I resume the clean up, failing miserably at removing the stain on my tie. "She can't be any older than 18. You can turn ME into THAT?" I motion to the picture.

I looked up at him and crumpled my hysteric laughter.

"Psh, of course baby, I'll make you pretty." I laughed again, lighting another cigarette as I lounged in the seat, crossing my legs to appear somewhat lady-like. I puffed out a cloud of smoke, and let the blow gently from my nose.

I took the picture of the girl and smiled.
"It will be done, just inform me as soon as you want the change."

I watch her , seeing the look of enjoyment creep over her. "Pretty? Me!?" I can feel a flush of embarrassment spread over my cheeks , the heat radiating to my scalp. "How is that possible? I mean...I'm 6'2" she looks...maybe 5'5" at best." I get up and pace the room. "You're enjoying this, aren't you? How the hell am I gonna pull off being a teen age girl? I have no clue how to act...let alone dress!" I manage to sputter my reply at least semi coherently.



"Lets get this over with, ok? I have about a thousand questions though." I plop back down in the chair attempting to regain my composure.

The door flies open as Alec stormed in, in a muddy black polo and wet jeans, screaming at two other agents and throwing his damaged Kevlar vest at one of them.

"Its frickin OK getting us involved in a gun seizure with the ATF but when its in a bloody swamp its a different question. Especially if you two morons don't understand the term COVER ME!!! now get the hell out of here and get me a new vest before i show you two idiot what it feels like to get shot!"

Turns and sees Logan and Ari.......

Morning ladies!.....or should i say lady and girl. How are your days going so far?

Sits down hard at his desk, and starts searching his drawers, pulling about six empty fag packets out searching them and throwing them in the bin