Lucian
We gathered at an old safe house on the outskirts of town, an abandoned building hidden behind a stretch of dried trees and chain-link fence. Everyone was already there, suiting up and slipping into their new identities.
Denis had shaved off his signature afro, trading it for a close-cropped cut. Gold piercings glittered in his ears, giving him a street look that worked well with the fake ID in his pocket. He looked good, but nothing like Denis.
Jane was almost unrecognizable. Tank top, denim shorts, her hair pulled back in a high ponytail. Her usually sharp, military stance was gone. She slouched, carried herself like a naive tourist. Without her usual muscle definition, she looked harmless. Civilian. Perfect.
Lance had gone full performance. Fake blonde-tipped dreadlocks frame
