After a short CIA career she took a few dance classes and acting classes at the theater. She worked as actress, waitress, barkeeper, sales assistant, designer and so on. Her last legal job was half a year ago, she delivered packages. One of the last packages was special. It was from Cuba and well, suddenly she delivered drugs without knowing it. The police captured her and found her guilty. Unbelievable but true, she made friends in jail and ran off with them. She was now a fugitive and made new contacts in another... society. She had a few new passes and lived for the first time with her jail friends. Later she went to her old society. Upwards. She met some wealthy guys, had better jobs and conned her way to L.A..

Yes, she lived in Los Angeles. Where she of course belonged. No question about that. Well she met Tom, Bill and of course Michael. And she could make a living. She lived in Michael's apartment for the next three weeks at least. Michael was off to Great Britain and she was "guarding" his home. Alone.

Right now, she was working as a sales assistant at a car firm. She just wanted to get some of her stuff to Michael's and after that head to work.

Chelsea took the stairs and stood in front of the door. She took out her keys and opened the door. How she loved this apartment. An open kitchen, big bedrooms, big living room. She put her bags in the living room and took her keys from the table, where she'd left them.

At work she sold four cars in the first hour. Then she took a break. No clients. She sat at her desk and drank her coffee. Suddenly there were three people standing at her desk. She put her cup aside and smiled.

Face smiled at the sight of his new "victim". Amy insisted on a new car after they had crashed her old one by fighting the bad guys. No problem for Face. They all gave her some money for a new car and now they were "shopping". Face smiled again at the young woman sitting behind the desk. Brunette. Chocolate brown eyes. About 5,5'. In her mid-twenties. Nice. And she seemed "easy" to con. Amy and Murdock stood behind him. Murdock wanted to choose the color of the new car or at least suggest it. Anyway, Face stood at the desk and smiled his most charming smile. He looked at her name on this thing standing on the desk. Victoria Hunt. She looked at them, put her coffee away and smiled. Face recognized that smile. Nearly as good as his smile. This would not be as easy as he had thought.

Something about them seemed familiar. One of them. The guy with the blue hat. She stood up and welcomed them.

"Hello, my name is Victoria Hunt and welcome at car heaven. This is an awful name for a car shop but I'm not allowed to change it." She shook the blond guys hand.

"Templeton Peck. The name is not that bad." He stood in front of the three of them. He took her hand, guided it to his mouth and placed a brief kiss on it. Chelsea wasn't impressed at all.

The lady behind him seemed pretty familiar too. Chelsea smiled and recognized her. "Amy Allen, you're working for the L.A. Courir Express, aren't you?"

"I am. Wow, now I feel special. I'm popular.", she joked and Chelsea smiled polite.

Now the other guy. Well, last but not lest. He had stared at the floor and mumbled to it. Eventually he looked up at her. Brown hair. Brown eyes. Blue cap. Leather Jacket.

"Murdock!", she nearly screamed.

"As far as I know that was my name but how did you-" That sparkle in his eyes. "Chelsea?" "Well, it's complicated but yeah. Chelsea." The hugged each other. Face and Amy stared at them.

"Boy, so random."

"Absolutely. How long has it been? 10 years?"

"I think so." Murdock and Chelsea smiled brightly as they both released the hug. They looked at Face and Amy still with bright smiles. "Eh guys, that's as far as I know Chelsea Grant. We once have worked for the same guys."

"Wow, now I feel special, because I've not been recognized." He smiled at Amy.

"Yet." Chelsea touched her temple and closed her eyes for a short moment. "Templeton Peck?", she asked.

"Yeah.", Face answered confidently. Chelsea opened her eyes widely in shock. Murdock put his hands on her shoulders. "What's up, Murdock?", asked Face.

"Well, I guess she has recognized you."

"Oh.", said Amy and Face in unison. Murdock looked steadily at Chelsea.

"Calm down, honey. It's alright. He's a friend. Believe me. You can trust me, remember?" Chelsea breathed in deep.

"Yeah." Murdock took his hands off her shoulders. "So, how can I help you?" She smiled again.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, why is your name here Victoria?"

"That is a pretty good question. Ehm...", she started. "Well, when I ran off from jail I thought I couldn't keep my name."

"You ran off what exactly?"

"Jail. You know a place where prisoners live to ehm... you know... don't be on the outside."

"Why did you ran off? No, why have you been in jail?"

"Do we have to talk this over now?"

"Now or never.", Murdock stated.

"I'd appreciate never."

"Now!", he ordered. "Okay... I've been in there because of a misunderstanding in an old job of mine where I delivered goods to people. All legal of course. Maybe it also wasn't good that I had another misunderstanding with my superior before I went out to do what I was supposed to do, also called to work."

"What?" Face took a step towards Murdock and... Chelsea, Victoria, no Chelsea. That was confusing. "Murdock, she delivered." He looked at Chelsea. "drugs, without knowing and was in prison because she had no proof of not having done it without her own intention. Her boss was not on her site because I would say HE had an argument with her. I would also guess." He looked Chelsea up and down and up again. "because this creep harassed her sexually and she threatened to tell his boss." Chelsea's jaw dropped a bit but she could control it before it looked too dumb. After a moment she nodded.

"How'd ya know, Face?"

"Murdock, you know, that is con-" he looked over to Chelsea, she was smiling again. "-artists way of speaking." She blushed a bit because of his his hidden compliment.

"Okay, you've been innocent, got it. But why did you run off? And no CON-ARTIST WAY OF SPEAKING, please."

"Alright, ehm... let's see... when I was 26, two" Murdock glanced at her.

"Okay, three years ago, I've been somewhat rebellious. So I made friends in good ol' jail and well we ran off together."

"Rebellious? You?" Murdock spoke with a little bit of sarcasm in his voice.

"Yes, me."

"Interesting."

"Isn't it? So, would you like to buy a car."

"What a theme change.", commented Face. Chelsea smiled at him. She had a nice smile. Very nice.

Face wanted to safe money, but in the end he payed the full price of the brand new, expensive car and invited Chelsea to dinner. When they left the building it hit him. She had conned him. Murdock and Amy smiled again at the memory of Face paying cash. But Murdock had strange, mixed feelings at the idea of Face having dinner with Chelsea. Well, he knew that with Chelsea -even if she had changed somewhat- this would be a hell of an evening for Face.