Replacement

Two women quietly stalked their target through the busy Parisian streets. The target was a young woman who worked as a project manager for a major consulting firm which specialised in outsourced government work. A perfect role to gain confidential secrets.

The DGSE intelligence had indicated this particular woman had been replaced by an Organisation agent years ago but that she did regular information dead drops which were picked up by their handlers. However, on the rare occasion, they did make personal visits to their regional safe houses for more in depth debriefs. The debrief was coming up so she would be the key to this operation.

The woman wasn't stupid though. She took alternate paths home every day and surreptitiously observed her surroundings to make sure she wasn't being followed. At first she thought a red haired woman was following her but at a second glance, the woman had disappeared.

She continued on her way but as she turned a corner, she felt a sudden shove which caused her to tumble into the arms of a woman who was dressed in the same dark coat as her. There was a silent zap and she collapsed into a pile of skin and clothes.

As the woman turned around quickly and piled the skinsuit and clothes into a duffel bag, a red haired Helene joined the woman with the black pen held surreptitiously in her hand. With their disguise secured, they walked off before anyone could tell that the deflated woman was not the same as the one who now carried her.

In a nearby vacant commercial building, the two women crowded into a windowless office and locked the door behind them. Time was of the essence as the target had a deadline to meet and any delay would attract attention.

Helene stripped out of her clothes quickly as Jessica used the red pen to change her hair colour back to its natural blonde. She picked up the young dark haired woman's skinsuit and slipped into it with practiced ease. Within seconds, the target had been reanimated and was dressing in her now slightly crumpled clothes. She gave her partner a curt nod, zapped herself with the brown and blue pens to get the knowledge she needed, and then continued on her path, her memories telling her that she only had 5 minutes to make the rendezvous location.

"Salut Celine," says the middle aged man when he opens the door to his apartment. He pulls in the dark haired woman in to kiss both her cheeks, "It has been too long."

"Nonsense, it has been but an eternity," Celine responds with the agreed upon answer phrase. Satisfied, the man gestures for her to enter and closes the door behind her before engaging an unusual number of deadlocks.

The two of them take a seat at the dining table, Celine's coat hung by the door revealing she is wearing is wearing a well fitted blouse and pencil skirt which hugs her generous curves. In comparison, her handler is wearing casual business attire consisting of light chinos and a collared shirt.

"Report Agent 315," he orders curtly.