The art of transformation and disguise had always been a tricky thing to accomplish. It was not presented as just a puff of smoke and a silly mask to cover ones face. No, that was to hide the ordeal of the complexity of it all. From the injection of the fluid to the veins, no one would know of bones crackling, the building and lengthening of muscle tissue, right down to the deepening of vocal cords. The total reshaping of one human structure to the next within a matter of seconds was nothing that a silly mask and puff of smoke can do. Yes, tampering with science of the human body was a fascinating yet terrifying ordeal. However, it can have its slip ups.

Medic furrowed his eyebrows at the unconscious man on the examining table. It had taken hours since he had crudely drained the body of the fluid, yet here was a man that should not originally belong. The German man picked up his chart but his eyes did not lie upon it. He was more interested in the man and the case that would have to be meticulously reported and sent into headquarters.

Walking around the table he examined the features, long rough face and hands, a tall lanky body dressed ill fitting formal clothing (those would have to be replaced, he noted). A good physical specimen none the less, good God if the man disguised as a heavy it would have been unfortunate and ego shattering. He finally set his eyes on the chart and reviewed it again. The damage was already done. Permanent change in the biological structure, right down the last strand of DNA. Finally taking a last look from the unconscious spy he turned to leave. As soon as the German turned on his heel he had heard a very weak voice trying to get out of the unconscious state.

Spy? Medic asked turning back again. Perhaps not the case anymore in titles.

Spy slowly shifting his weight from one side to where Medic was standing. Both eyes open and said again in the same voice.

"Merde.

With that Spy had slipped back into unconsciousness.