You make it to the safehouse

It takes maybe another hour for the two of you to finally reach the safehouse. Even with your two decoys, your new 'friend' takes you along a plethora of different transport types and a maze of back alleys before you finally reach a dingy nondescript hole in the wall. As you follow your companion deeper into the building, you start to wonder if you made the right decision. She opens the door and you follow her into a sparsely furnished ground floor unit of some kind. After she offers you a seat at the dining table, you wait anxiously as she goes into a nearby room to remove her disguise. Even though you've only been wearing the unknown French girl's skin for a short time, you feel at home. Exposing your natural born form feels strange nowadays especially now that you're in such an unknown situation.

The DGSE agent emerges from the room as herself, dressed casually in a woolen sweater and pants. Her eyes widen a little when she sees the pen you're pointing directly at her and she raises her hands in surrender.

"I think it's time you gave me an explanation," you try to say menacingly but failing miserably due to your disguised voice.

A wry smile forms on her face, "I wouldn't do that if I were you." You hear the sound of a cocking pistol behind you and you see a burly man pointing a large handgun at your head. "We're taking a very big chance contacting you like this so please let us just be civil." She nods at her companion who holsters his weapon and takes up a position near the door. Likewise, you lower your pen and place it back into your bag.

"My name is Yvonne Poesy and I am an agent of the Direction Générale de la Sécurité Extérieure. French Intelligence Agency." She adds when she notices your confused look. "For many years now, we have been investigating a secret organisation which has been systematically controlling world events through the replacement of important individuals at key moments in time. This organisation, which we have taken to calling La Dissimuler, has evaded our attempts to capture or contain any of its agents. So we branched out and started tracking their recruiters. That's what led us to you."

"Monsieur Anderson, you are one of a kind. You are the only one who we know of who has rejected La Dissumuler's recruiters and also escaped successfully. We can therefore offer one another something very unique. You may have noticed that our technology is a fair bit more primitive than theirs."

You'd have to agree. The zipper device that they possessed was a lot more conspicuous and less convenient that the pens. Not only that, you had only been able to access the most recent memories of the girl you were wearing; a most inconvenient disadvantage for this kind of technology.

"If you would allow us to study your pens in some detail, we will help you rescue your friends and family. No matter how long it takes, you will have our resources on your side when you decide to make it happen." Yvonne pauses for a moment to gauge your reaction. Your gut feeling is that there must be something more to this. Wouldn't it be far easier to just kill you now and take your pens? You're pretty sure everyone in the room would agree that you'd be dead from a gunshot to the head before you could even take out a pen to defend yourself. What gives?

She purses her lips at your silence. "We anticipated it may be a little difficult for you to agree to our terms so we decided to offer you something first." At her indication, the male agent walks into one of the other rooms and drags out a very familiar figure. An older teenaged girl with blonde hair. It's Jessica.

You rush towards her as the agent hands her over. She's clearly been **** and her eyes are glazed over but otherwise she seems fine. Jessica is shivering under the blanket they have draped over her as she's wearing nothing but underwear beneath it.

"I would suggest that you deal with La Dissimuler's person first. We have been unable to extract them from your girlfriend's skin which is why we have kept her sedated until your arrival." The two DGSE agents watch in fascination as you pull out the white pen and extract a young male with an incredibly average face from Jessica's skin. You look at him in disgust as the male agent quickly injects him with some kind of tranquillizer and drags him off to the other room. With Jessica's skin cradled in your arms, Yvonne asks you once more.

"Will you join us Monsieur?"