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The climb is a pretty direct route to the fourth floor. It's tempting too; it'll show off a series of skills that you've acquired that step away from your main 'role' entirely; a capability to get out of any situation. But if your lessons have taught you anything, it's that such bold moves are not always the right course of action.

You have plenty of time. The wedding has yet to start, never mind the reception. There's no need to rush and do something rash that could get you spotted, like swinging down from a balcony. You suspect you'll get more points for taking a slow, methodical, invisible approach than any risky stunts. You can take your time and move unseen. That's your job, after all. You are a Type 2: that means being able to change identity easily, fluidly, and unseen.

You turn and dart down the corridor, stepping into the elevator just as the door closes, smiling apologetically as the occupant of room 511 makes room for you. In keeping with the high-class style, the elevators are old, wood-paneled and elegant. And, like a lot of old, outdated elevators, it has an old fashioned 'stop' button to pause between floors...

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Two went in to the elevator. By the time it reaches the ground floor, only one steps out. You pick up your gym bag, Kurt's clothes stuffed inside, and head toward the resort spa, your blonde hair tied up in a ponytail.

You are, for the moment, Helen Pratchett, staying in 511 for a few days of well-deserved pampering. You work full time as an ad executive - the job has consumed your life to the point of burnout and this is your first true vacation of the year. When 'you' stepped into the elevator you were heading to the spa, clad in gym clothes; you wanted to run for twenty minutes on the treadmills and work off a breakfast that was a little too indulgent. Now that you've stolen Helen's very self for a short time, you see no reason to alter her plans.

Helen knows the spa location, having been there before; every day, in fact. You walk down the turn-off, feeling the change in atmosphere as you taste the humidity in the air. The spa is off to the side, one of the newest parts of the resort, and has a glass roof to allow sunlight to spill inside. A glass wall behind an unmanned reception lets you glance through to the gym, rows of exercise bikes and treadmills facing large, wall mounted screens. It's practically deserted; a couple of guests are working up a sweat, but that's all. You spot one of them from your briefing notes: a lithe girl of Indian descent, power-striding to the thumping bass playing inside. Maya Patel, daughter of exceptionally wealthy parents and fiancé of Alexandra's cousin Travis. Obviously she's getting trim ahead of the big day. She's a ticket to the fourth floor - you can't remember the room number, but if you became her you would. Unfortunately, while Maya's a potential disguise she is still not a relative or bridesmaid - you would probably need to swap into someone else to get close to the Bloom.

You pause by the reception desk, faking an interest in a whiteboard with class schedules and staff rotas while you discard Kurt's clothes into a towel bin; you don't need them any more, and keeping them with Helen's possessions would confuse her once you return her to normal. You're wearing Kurt's skin underneath; that's what it's there for, after all.

This brief stop turns out to be a lucky choice, as it gives you another opportunity. The spa staff have blocked out appointments on the white board, and under 'Jo - beautician' is a room number: 40... the penmanship for the last number is a little smudged. It could be a 1 or a 7. Either way, that's a golden opportunity; disguise yourself as the beautician and then replace the client. It's certainly going to be someone close to the Vincent family; it might even be the bride herself. That'll certainly gain you the kind of access you want.

You look back at the gym. Maya looks like she's slowing down, and sure enough, she stops the machine and takes a swig of water as she heads to the locker room. If you're going to swap skins, now is the time.

Alternatively, you could slip into the beauticians' suite, a small, secluded side room to the left. You could easily copy whoever Jo is, and simply wait for her next appointment.