A rock concert

Your slender fingers strum furiously as your left hand dashes up and down your electric blue guitar. The crowd roars in excitement at your guitar solo as you give the absolute performance of your life. You see vivid red hair in your vision as your head bops and moves along with your performance and the crowd reacts by screaming louder. As your solo ends, Riley picks up where you left off, her powerful vocals filling the stadium with sound.

As you continue playing at a more relaxed pace, you look over your left and see Riley Lovelace giving a perfectly rehearsed performance. She struts across the stage while singing her lungs out, every movement calculated to show her body in the perfect light. Very slight movements are made to flash her cleavage strategically and give her fans a good look at her banging body which was emphasised by the incredibly tight corset top she was currently wearing. If you hadn't seen how slim she was without it, you'd wonder how she was about to sing so powerfully whilst her waist was being constricted so much.

It was a performance worthy of Analytical Engine and despite it being your mission, there was something incredibly thrilling about being a part of this. You remembered Trish telling you once that Ani-E that they were her favourite band. What she wouldn't have given to have a front row seat to one of their performances. A small smile crossed your lips as you think how you couldn't get more front row than being in the band.

"Thank you everyone for coming out tonight and rocking on with us! Ani-E forever guys!!" Riley screamed into the mic before we all exited the stage to roars of an adoring fan base. It wasn't until we came back 3 times for encores that they finally let us retire to our dressing rooms.

As I slumped back into my chair, I picked up Nessa's phone absentmindedly and started to mindless **** scroll. I glanced at the woman in the mirror and she smiled back at me. Vanessa Zhou. That was the name of the lead guitarist in the popular female band Analytical Engine. The guitarist whose identity I currently inhabited.

Little did I know when I signed up immediately for the mission given by Yvonne that I'd be travelling the country on Ani-E's European tour. They'd given a zip as the pens had been taken for research and a collection of cleverly disguised ****, all hidden as normal painkillers. Given the limitations of the DGSE's zipsuits, they relied on knocking their targets with tranquilizers before being able to apply the zipsuits to their targets.

But in recent weeks, the research had progressed rapidly and they'd sent me a new device. I fiddled and popped out the stylus that was fitted in Nessa's phone. Disguised as a smart phone stylus, the eggheads had managed to copy the brown pen quickly and hidden it in plain sight, reasoning that no one these days used pens and having one stood out too much.

It was for this reason that I'd taken on Vanessa's identity to test the new brown pen and see if I could double as her even on stage. Needless to say, the test had been a success.

I was no longer restricted to low level jobs on this tour which needed no real skills. I'd drifted between identities for the last few weeks as a groupie, a production assistant, a coffee grabber. Nothing that really needed a proper education but at that low level, I hadn't found any clue as to who was funneling the tour's money to La Dissumuler.

For the amount of money that was being siphoned away, it had to be a higher up. One of the producers perhaps or maybe even of the band members.

Even Nessa couldn't be ruled out. The brown pen gave me her abilities and surface memories but anything deeper memories remained off limits to me. I needed to investigate further and dig more into this operation.