These conference meetings are so menial and boring. Why did they have to stick me with this shit babysitting job. Can't these corporate asses take care of themselves? I could be out on a real mission but no. No, I have to make sure that these old men don't get offed during a routine business transaction. I don't even understand what their talking about. All these percentages and dollar signs-! "This here is on of our original Prototypes. Boone, come over here so our constituent members can get a good look at you." So these old men want me to model now? Maybe they should have brought a more impressive model... "As you can see, she's not very convincing in her true form. Save for those eyes if only looks could kill, right? Show them your first trick." I frowned as a regular civilian entered the room. He was clearly just pulled in here off the street, not of his own free will clearly. He approached me timidly, I always wondered if they told these people what I would do to them. I always decided that they didn't. The man grew closer and closer. I let the dark Blacklight encompass my pocketed right hand until he was in arms reach. Just as he got there he extended his hand for a welcoming shake. I complied and took his forearm in a strong grip. It took him a few seconds to register the Blacklight but by then he was halfway above my head. The consumption process isn't a pretty one so I'll spare you... The room was still recovering as I began my transformation. Before their very eyes, it was as if the poor fool was back from the dead. Same stature and build, same greasy hair and tacky Hawaiian shirt matched with cargo shorts. "Impressive! she's a whole new person!" "She could infiltrate any building in the U.S. with a trick like that." "Give the girl a cookie, a trick like that deserves a treat!" Laugh now you worthless old men. You'll be wishing these were just tricks very shortly. "Yes yes, she's impressive. Move along now, show them what else you can do." I proceeded to show them my strengths. With the help of the Blacklight I broke a chair, their conference table, and then rushed towards the glass window wall overlooking Manhattan. I leapt forward with all my might and tore through the extra strength class to keep marketeers from committing suicide. In mid air I latched onto the outside of the window and parkoured my way up to the top of the building. I could hear screams from the citizens below as broken glass showered down on them. I'll just touch the flag and then make my way back down...and then I guess I'll finish my little catwalk.