Jak laid back in bed trying to get his mind wrapped around all that happened. The truth was moving from National City wasn't that upsetting. He didn't have any close friends, several acquaintances, but no friends. His job certainly wasn't a loss; brought in as a contractor on a project he had no illusions that they weren't going to kick him loose when it was finished.

His reverie was interrupted by a knock on his door; he sat up as a woman in a suit and holding a laptop came in the room.

"Hello, I'm Amanda Lewis; Dr. Holt briefed me on your situation and I've been looking at the information we have on you. I think we're going to be able to help you."

He was about to ask we when another man came in. Rather tall with glasses he had several notepads and pens. "Sorry, Amanda, I always get turned around in this area."

"Not a problem, Kyle." She turned back to him. "Miss Kendal this is my assistant Kyle Gibson."

"It's Mr. Kendal, I'm in the wrong body but it's Mr. Kendal."

There was silence for a moment, "I'm sorry but I was under the impression from these reports that they were unable to get you back to your old body."

"I don't care, I'm still me, still Mr. Kendal." He looked away, he hated that he had heard his voice quiver and now he had moisture in his eyes. He rubbed at them still staring at the wall.
"Is Jak alright? Our notes indicate that you allowed some of the doctors to call you that?" Kyle asked.

He nodded, until he could trust his voice again. "Yeah, just call me Jak. I've always gone by that."

"Ok, Jak, like I said I'm Amanda Lewis and this is my assistant Kyle Gibson and we're going to set up a relocation program for you."

"Yes, thank you for your help. How can we do this?"

"Let me look at something really quickly and get some background information." She set up her laptop on the rolling tray and then she began talking quietly to Kyle as he made notes and she would point to things on the screen. Occasionally she or Kyle would ask Jak some question then make some more entries on the laptop or on the legal pads. This continued until she typed one more note on the screen then turned back to Jak.

"Ok, I think best thing for you is what we call a modified Houdini, you disappear from one place only to reappear in another. In this case Metropolis.

You've indicated you don't have any close friends in National City. So what we'll tell everyone there is that you were injured more seriously than initially thought and it was recommended that you transfer to a hospital in Metropolis for your rehabilitation. And since you were going to be here for the foreseeable future it only makes sense to move your Mother to a facility closer to where you'll be living.

Point of fact there is an excellent care facility just outside the city in Jackson Hills. It's only about a twenty minute drive, faster if you fly, but far enough out that none of the weirdness that's hit this city over the years has even come close to the town.

Now as for all the other matters we don't have to fake your death."
"You can do that?"

Kyle spoke up, "We don't like to but we can. Sometimes the only option is for someone to vanish completely. To start fresh somewhere else."
"That makes sense, Dr. Holt mentioned one of the new heroes used to be a criminal down in Miami."

"Exactly. But that's not needed here. We have to just adjust a few things." She turned back to her laptop. "We'll adjust the dates in your life; year of birth, graduation, service in the Air Force. You obtained your computer degree from a very small technical college. We'll erase that and give you the same degree but from a large university where you wouldn't have been remembered, easier to blend in. We'll also generate a similar but compacted job history to what you've been working. Again replacing smaller firms with a large one so your experience matches but if pressed no one there will be able to really remember who you were."

"That's really amazing. I'd like to keep my same birthday; it would be easier to remember, but I understand about the birth year. I look in the mirror and it looks like I'm only about twenty-four."
"That's the age we're going for; Air force from seventeen to twenty-one where you earned your associates degree and completed most of the course work for your bachelor's degree. No accident this time so no disability. Then a year at the University of California National City to complete it and then working two years for a large company before the train wreck and your transfer to Metropolis."
"How do I explain that I plan to stay in Metropolis once I recover?"

Kyle spoke up this time, "How about you decided on a change of scenery; the company you worked for in National City has offices here and after completing your rehab decided to stay and seek a position with them."

"That sounds good, by the way what big company did I work for?" Amanda answered that, "That we'll have to research but it will probably be either Wayne Enterprises or Queen Industries."

"Ok but relocating means I have to find an apartment, put down first and last month, switch cable companies, the whole mess you have to do when you're moving."
"That you don't have to worry about," She was smiling. "Our relocation teams will take care of all that. And there's no charge. What happened to you with the experimentation was unconscionable." She wrote something down on a piece of paper, tore it off the legal pad and gave it to him.

"This is the stipend you'll be receiving from the justice league. All members, active and reserve receive this."

He looked at the number, "Is that a comma?"

"Yes, that's your weekly stipend after taxes. In your case it will listed that you're doing part time IT work up here on the station. The watchtower employs more than three hundred employees and you will simply be one more.

Then she wrote something else down on another piece of paper.

"And this is the settlement offer from the train people for the crash."

"That's a lot of money. And the stipend is more than I was making my last job." He was thinking for a minute, "I have to say if I could be trained, I wouldn't mind being an active member instead of being a reservist."

Amanda nodded "Well with all the bitten more active members would be a real help. Not everyone is as considerate with their new abilities and a lot of them are turning into villains. But there is one last thing we have to address. Your name." She looked down at her laptop for a moment then back up meeting his eyes. "Regardless of how you feel, the body you have now is female. It make a lot of things easier if instead o Alexander we could modify it t Alexandria. That way you'd still be Jak. But it would avoid suspicion on your driver license and official paperwork. Tell me what you think."

He hung his head but that only let him look down at his body; his female body. It was already going to be hard to adjust to everything; the last thing he needed was crap from something simple. He brought his head back up, "Yeah that makes sense. Let's change it. This is something I can control and I need to keep at least some control or I might just lose it."

"Alright, you're also going to need a hero code name but you'll have time to think on that." Kyle added.

"Now let's do something that's much more fun." Amanda had a bigger smile on her face as she turned on the TV then hit a button on the remote and a computer screen came up. "Let's shop for clothes."

"We can do that?"

"Absolutely, part of the procedure for new bitten is to get measurements because whatever they were like before, they end up in great shape. Your change is just a bit more than the normal one.

Kyle will go and get things started and I'll stay and help you shop."

Jak nodded at that, "Thanks. Let's do this." Kyle left while Amanda and Jak shopped. Amanda making some suggestions for formal work clothes and suggesting some others that Jak wouldn't have thought of. They stopped just before dinner time with Amanda taking a call from Kyle letting her know that most of the paperwork was taken care of and she let Jak know that she would be in tomorrow to have him sign it and get everything started.