You choose training

You agree reluctantly to the training. This is all happening so quickly and you don't know what you want to do. Sure, it's a brilliant opportunity that this big budgeted and resourced intelligence agency has offered you their help, but it'll all be for naught if you don't jump through their hoops first. If you were caught or worse, killed on a mission because you had no training, you don't know if you could ever forgive yourself for messing up. Even if you were just a sleeper agent, there's no way a group of wary individuals wouldn't notice anything amiss. Gabby's family was one thing, but a group of La Dissumuler associates or sympathisers was another thing altogether.

Yvonne leads you into the other room where you see a cheap looking bed on which you see a naked **** young woman lying there. She appears tanned and has a long sleek chestnut coloured hair.

"This is Rochelle. You two will become very intimate over the coming months." Your handler points to the woman on the bed.

As you gaze upon your new identity, you realise that this is absurd. You're going from a fugitive on the run to a French intelligence agent of sorts. You have no idea why you've agreed to this in the first place, the offer has been a little too good to be true. And the worst part is the fact that your new sponsors expect you to relinquish your most valued possessions, the C-set to them permanently. The almost magical C-Set which has been your only true companion over the last six months. The technologically advanced pens which has given you an almost unfair advantage over anyone who has come across your path and kept you out of harm. Something about giving them up so easily just didn't sit right with you.

Yvonne holds the black pen in petite hands and shoots Rochelle, turning her into a flaccid skin. Unbeknownst to her, you are still gripping the white pen in your right hand, hidden up your sleeve after you had freed Jessica. As she turns to you, her eyes widen as you shoot her with the white pen. Quickly, you duck out of the room and also pacify her male bodyguard; who had not expected any trouble as you'd left your handbag outside. He'd made an incorrect assumption that all your pens were inside that.

Panic started to set in. Both your new DGSE companions were completely at your mercy. None of them could move and you could easily erase or alter their memories. But this opportunity was far too good to pass up. The opportunity to get back into the fight but with the backing of an international spy network at your side. You could take the simple route and just erase Yvonne's memories of the other pens and only give up the bare minimum; probably just the black pen or maybe also the brown.

There was also one other option you could think of. As you looked down at the white pen, you realised how powerful its memory altering abilities were. You gazed at the frozen Yvonne; a perfect disguise for getting into the DGSE and possibly their inner circle. It would be easy enough to awaken Rochelle and make her think that she was you wearing her skin. Obviously, it wouldn't be perfect but given enough time and memory alterations, you were sure you could make her become almost a perfect replica of you. Meanwhile, you would become Yvonne Poesy, the seemingly experienced young woman who had been tasked with recruiting you to their cause.