Vence, who preferred not to remember his family name, had been in the identity theft business for a long time. He was good at his job, and he was paid well for his services. The city's most notable crime boss made frequent use of Vence's services, though he preferred not to think of him self as one of Tom Casinni's men. After all, if there was a profit to be turned from taking an independant contract, he preferred to keep those options open.
For the past month, he had been working on his current job, Amy Sutton. She was a good kid, with a bright future. Ms. All American. Ms. Everyone's Dream Girl. Ms. Too Good to be True. She was stretched out on a table in his warehouse chop shop, still drugged from when he'd nabbed her. It hadn't been easy to snag her without anyone noticing her disappearance. She had so many friends, so many clubs and sports and things that kept her around people. In the end, Vence had worked through one of her circle of admirers, using the unwitting sap's phone and email accounts to arrange a meeting with her. Then Vence had sent more emails to Amy's friends, gleeful about the meeting with a 'secret admirer' and asking her friends to cover for her while she was out tonight. Vanessa and Kimber would claim that the three of them were having a girls night in, as long as 'Amy' was willing to share juicy gossip afterwards.
Soon, the work would begin. Vence's client would be arriving and the machines would come out. He would scan every detail of Amy Sutton, ensuring that he could faithfully turn his client into a perfect copy of her. He would remove her sparkling blue eyes, placing them within his client's head, and completing the fraud of the theft. Already, his client had been studying the information Vence had spent the past month gathering, and the transition would be fairly smooth. This one was too perfect to have sloppy mistakes.
Walking around his slumbering victim, Vence trailed a finger up her smooth calf, allowing his eyes to rove over her slender, athletic figure. She wasn't his type, he preferred his women... fuller.... riper, and more mature. Se reminded him a little bit of his sister, so many years ago, but the resemblance went only as far as their situation. Helena had been young when tragedy struck her as well. Young, and oh so beautiful.
Not that it would stop Vence from doing his job. He was being paid handsomely for this one, and he had already gone too far to back out. No, once the job began, he would do exactly as he had been paid to, and if what his client wanted done with Amy once her identity had been stolen wasn't exactly the sort of thing Amy would wish for... that wasn't Vence's problem.
Outside, a car could be heard coming to a stop on the gravel drive. Moments later, the sound of car doors opening and closing, then footsteps on the gravel as his client approached. It was time to get to work. The door to the warehouse chop shop opened, and in walked....
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