Head to France

It's a cool autumn day in Paris as you read a book in a quiet cafe along the Rue di Rivoli whilst sipping your coffee. As you brush your sleek hazel hair from your face, you remember that just about six months from this day, you had escaped the clutches of an evil clandestine organization which was intent on recruiting you into their fold. Even more amazing still, was the fact that you'd heard nothing or seen anything suspicious in the last half year to indicate that they were on your trail.

The last six months hadn't been easy. Always watching your back to make sure that you weren't being followed, keeping an eye on every single person you meet and never being able to trust anyone you meet; the stress of it all had been overwhelming. It didn't really help that you'd had to change identities a few times already. When Gabrielle's summer break was over, you'd been **** to switch skins. After all, Gabby was going back to your hometown to study and that proximity would've been enough to tempt you into doing something stupid or revealing yourself. So when Gabby flew off (with your memories as her implanted thanks to the white pen), you'd waved goodbye to her as her loving younger sister Isabel.

Life as Isabel hadn't been hard. She was around your age and had two loving parents who doted on her. There was something comfortable about this family and for some reason, you decided not to move on. You kept constantly vigilant of course and kept your senses sharp by replacing your new mother and father every now again, but you always stayed in the same family. It was for that same reason that you also became Gabby again when she returned for a break.

It had been about thirty minutes since you'd started waiting in that little cafe with your book when he arrived. Gabby had arranged a meeting with her older brother to catch up and talk about life and you weren't about to do anything out of the ordinary. After all, if you were going to be this woman in the long term, there was no sense in making her a recluse.

"Gabrielle!" exclaimed Jacque, as he kissed you on the right cheek, "It's been too long." He lingered slightly as he kissed your other cheek and whispered in English "You are being watched. Act normal."

Your eyes widen for a split second as hear his warning but otherwise you give no indication of hearing it. The two of you reminisce for a while before he invites you to walk with him. You walk briskly beside him as the two of you browse the unreasonably expensive stores filled with Louboutins and Prada. As you feign interest, which isn't particularly hard given Gabby's actual interest in all these, you notice a young couple which seem to trailing after the two of you which you recognise from the cafe. Your brother, obviously aware of these two, pulls you into an exclusive Chanel store to browse. As you enter, the doors close and lock behind you; preventing the couple from following.

The shop assistant is a young woman who couldn't be much older than 25 nods at your brother and opens the curtain to the back room. You hesitate for a moment, your senses telling you that he can't be trusted.

"Please Gabrielle, I'm trying to help you." His eyes seem honest; they carry this sense of world-weariness to them yet there's something trust-worthy about them. You decide to trust your instincts and follow him. After all, they've kept you safe for the last six months.