Like a second skin.
Harper leaned closer to the screen, studying them carefully. “Move your heads. Slowly.”
They did.
Damien turned his head slightly, testing the range. The movement was smooth—natural, without resistance.
Ashcroft followed, slower, more deliberate, as if expecting something to go wrong.
“Now speak,” Harper prompted. “Anything. Just a few words.”
Damien went first. “Feels fine.”
His voice remained his own—steady, unchanged.
Ashcroft exhaled quietly before speaking. “No issues.”
Harper studied them through the screen, clearly satisfied. “Good. That’s exactly what we want—comfortable.”
She leaned back slightly, crossing her arms.
“You’ll only need those when you make the transfer in Singapore. Ashcroft stays as himself. Boss—you’ll wear Hudson’s face posing as Ash
