Modify Yvonne's memory

Yvonne stares blankly at you as you pluck the black pen from her petite fingers. She continues to stare as you shoot her with the black pen and turn her into a pile of skin. It was to be expected after you had hypnotized her with the white pen. As you pick up her flaccid flesh, you think over the situation in your head. The DGSE had offered you a way back in, a way to fight an unknown oppressive organisation that they had dubbed the La Dissimuler; the same organisation which had tried to recruit you 6 months ago. However, you figured that there was no way that the DGSE was doing this simply out of the goodness of their hearts - there had to be another angle for them.

Sure, you'd shown some street smarts and a complete lack of scruples when it came to taking over people's lives but that couldn't be the only thing. The C-set was obviously their target but if that was the only thing, why would they bother even trying to recruit you in the first place. There was simply too many unknowns in play here for you to just hand over the C-set without getting some honest answers. That said, you didn't want to risk antagonising your new 'associates' by replacing your recruiter. All you wanted was some answers and the key to them was Yvonne Poesy.

As you worked your way into the young infiltrator's skin, a chill spread throughout your body. It wasn't the fact that you were still wearing Marie's skin as you slipped into another's. It wasn't even the cold. It was the thrill you had felt from living through other people's lives. That thrill you had lost and forgotten when you'd settled into Gabby's life and stopped taking on new personas. There was something that had stirred within you today when you had gotten the chance to live a little, to slip around as a chameleon, taking on different forms as you needed to. Maybe joining this organisation would help give that back to you.

After you had sealed the skin up, you shot yourself with the blue pen. Instantly, the woman's memories flooded into your head and you sifted through them all, trying to find anything useful to you.

Her name was Helene Belamy. The name Yvonne Poesy was simply one of her identities, one of dozens she had taken during her career. Trained from a young age, she had been wearing zip suits on and off since she had been 14. Due to this, even though she was biologically around 18, she was chronologically close to 30 years old. Distinguished as one of the top in her cohort, Helene had been instrumental in operations which sought to curb La Dissimuler's growing influence in the modern world. Despite their efforts, they were definitely losing the war. Their resources, manpower and technology could not hope to match that of the shadow organisation. The greatest risk was that the larger this particular division of the DGSE grew, the more susceptible it became to infiltration.

That's why they needed an X-Factor. An edge to help them get back into the fight.

When Helene had been given this task, her instincts had been to kill you and just take your pens. Nothing you had shown her, especially that foolish display with Jessica had won you any points. However, the Director had specifically ordered her to recruit you. Despite having the Director's ear, he would not be dissuaded from this and was adamant that this unfortunate American teenage be taken under the DGSE's wing. Helene knew of many people who would disagree with that decision.

You stood there in silence as you absorbed her memories, Helene's golden locks sway in time with your breathing. You had a little more faith in the DGSE's offer now; it seemed honest enough even if there questions about your recruitment. If the Director had enough faith in you, there should be no harm in going along with it for a while. On the other hand, if news got out about your 'defection', you might lose any chance you had to return to your hometown and rescue your family. After all, your supporters were far and few in this foreign land.