Trust? Who do you Trust?

Johanna looked at herself in the mirror, she was still naked from her shower. For all the injuries she had had over the almost a century of life, she almost no scars and the one or two she did have were from **** wounds and they were the only most faint hint of a scar. Even the new wounds from the poisoned blade were almost completely gone. Johanna shook her head and went about getting dressed.

“Had the professor been born a hundred years earlier, he would have been burned for witch craft,” Johanna thought then stopped once she had panties in her hand, “I would have been burned as a witch or worse.”

She took a deep breath and got dressed. There were things to do. She had her underwear and had pulled up the shorts when the door opened.

“Who?” Johanna started as she turned holding the T-shirt in her hand.

She was ready to use the garment as a weapon but she calmed for a second when she saw it was the President. That moment instantly faded at the memory of the mimic having taking the place of her old friend.

“Johanna,” the woman said as she walked closer, “Are you sure you should be up and about like this?”

Johanna relaxed, she got a good whiff of the woman in front of her and she couldn’t smell the unnatural sent that had come off the other imposter.

“I think I might need some bed rest with supervision…” Johanna smiled with a naughty grin.

“In that case we are both over dressed,” the German President kissed her lover.

*

Blade thought as he walked down the street. The tail was police or a familiar. He stopped and waited to see if the man would keep walking or rush over to a window to “Window shop”? In stead the man walked right up to Blade and tapped him on the shoulder.

“Excuse me sir,” the man said, “You dropped this.”

Blade turned and looked at him. Maylasian, glasses, short hair, bad suit, kind of nerdy.

“Here you are,” the man said handing Blade an open envelope.

“Thank you,” Blade said calmly.

“No problem,” the man said before turning.

Blade watched as the man angled towards the subway station on the other side of the street and looked both ways before crossing the road. Blade looked in the envelope, passport, plane tickets, hotel reservation, and a pair of credit cards. A note in the bottom stated to keep an eye of the king, it was signed Scientist Supreme…

“Keep your friends close and your enemies closer,” Blade muttered.

*

“Where is the President?” Sin asked as she walked in the safehouse and looked at the body guards.

“She is with her girlfriend…” One of the guards said.

There was a scream of ecstasy from the bedroom of the safe house.

“Oh for crying out loud,” Sin tossed her hands in the air, “For a hundred year old woman she is still a horny slut!”

“Are you jealous Director?” one of the guards asked.