Agent Reptilian: Exploiting Gold|editing

Chapter eight: "Channeling your inner young Sheldon, Nix?"

"Oi, pass me the moustache!"

"Fred, I said I needed the glasses!"

"I can't find the moustache!"

"Where on earth is the bleach, Mel!"

As we walked down the corridor, the makeup/disguise rooms on either side had staff running around on their toes, scavenging for supplies to change the appearances of the agents going on their respective operations. 

"Sir, are we going to be required to change our looks?" I asked the agent who was leading us through our processing.

He shook his head and his hat almost flew away. "Hmm, not too much I'd say. You girls are not going for an operation...but rather to survive. The only thing you have to keep secret is the um...inhuman part of you." He replied.

I didn't understand why none of these agents just use the word 'reptilian'? It's not like the word was going to detonate a bomb.

"However," he continued. "The clothing you wear here you won't be able to wear in Miami." He pointed at Nix and I's attire. I scrunched my forehead.

"Um, with all due respect sir, there's nothing wrong with our clothing."

"I'm afraid you don't quite understand but going through the relocation does mean you two are being relocated. Your names and appearances will remain the same but there must be some alterations." He opened the file with my hideous picture on the cover. I grimaced at my photograph. That was one of the worst days I'd had.

I stared at the photo, my hair was almost to my waist but since the photo stopped at my chest, you couldn't see anything below that. My face was look pale and green, like I was really sick.

It hadn't been a good day. I had eaten way too many sugar cookies from the yearly festivals where they set up booths in the centre of Secretum Academy. I had purchased too many and stuffed myself to a point where I could not stop vomiting in some random lady's purse.

The agent started mumbling sentences out of the file and paraphrased it for us as if we had grade 4 level reading.

"Aha! It says over here that you." He pointed to me. "And you too." He pointed to Nix. "Will be living in the Upper East Side Miami. It is a fairly safe area so no need to pull out any of your weapons or training moves to injure others with. As Head Agent Adams mentioned, you are to keep your head down and go unnoticed." He readjusted his glasses and flipped a few pages ahead.

It shouldn't be that difficult to keep a low profile. Sure, we are joining school in the middle of the semester but students will probably want to know about us just for the first week, that is if they even notice us, and once they see how boring and plain we are, they won't care at all for the rest of the year.

"You two are going to be residing with the retired agent, umm Mademoiselle Picket." As soon as that name escaped his lips, Nix and I both made eye contact. I gulped.

"Um, are you sure there hasn't been an error?" I nervously chuckled. "Because you know, like you mentioned sir, she's a retired agent. We can't have a retired agent working on a case. Who knows what could happen?"
He narrowed his eyes towards me.

"You are right Ms. Brooks, we can't have a retired agent working a case." A smile of triumph formed across my face and Nix air fived me which I returned.