(Subplot) Spy vs Spy

Tania looked down at her tablet and sighed to herself. Messages were already coming through for her and they did not meet with her approval.

Ow wow, you're gorgeous! Where have they been hiding you and your delicious arse!

Love a pair of glasses on a sexy, naked chick! You are so fucking hot!

Oh man I love a bit of posh totty! Why don't you make my day and give those perky little tits of yours a jiggle!

Jesus, was she really going to have to answer these? What would she even say? She put that unwelcome thought to the back of her mind for now and concentrated on more important and pressing matters. Namely, her roommate.

Of everyone she could have assigned a bedroom with, Chantelle seemed the least worst option. Tania hadn't known her before she had shown up late at the mansion, but the way the glitches spoke about her, something was definitely off. No way could this person have ever been an FBI agent! Tania had experienced first hand that it was possible to shift into another person's form. If "Chantelle" was another spy, and Tania was able to expose her - or better still lead the glitches to think they had done so themselves by leaving enough breadcrumbs for them - then perhaps she could have her own room again. It was time to test the water.

"So, you were an FBI agent Chantelle? That is just so amazing!" Tania pretended to fawn.

"Yeah, I guess it was a pretty cool job" Claudia nodded.

"So, forgive me, I'm a Brit so I don't completely remember what that stands for. Federal Bureau of Intelligence right?"

"Yeah, you got it!" Claudia smiled politely.

"And the FBI is an agency of the United States Supreme Court, or have I got that muddled up with something else?"

"No, you're on the money!" Claudia answered again.

That was all the confirmation Tania needed. This wasn't Chantelle! Now all she needed to do was lead the rest of the house to the same conclusion she had just reached and there would be one less annoyance for her to deal with.