Mild bad language in this chapter!

Miss Cain, Miss Bloom, Mr Pleasant and Mr Vex all stood, in gear, in front of The Elders. The briefing was short and sweet. The mission was simple but vitally necessary. The detectives had pin point people out for the spies to casually get information from. The information was vital to know what their next steps should be in the war. It would hopefully be easier than France. So the first stop was shopping. To be blunt, the night club was slutty, full of slutty people. The four of them piled into the Bentley, Ezra already thinking of a plan. "We're going to have to be stupid." She said to Dexter.
"Why?"
"Stupid people are always believed more."
"How do you figure?"
"Smart people presume stupid people won't even know what to do with the information they're given. We gotta be stupid."
"Can I be brute stupid?"
"So long as it's stupid."
"What kind of stupid are you going to be?"
Ezra hesitated. "Slutty stupid." She said. He frowned at her. After arriving at some weird shop that contained far too much black, leather and lace, and deciding what to actually buy, the four of them paid and walked out. As soon as they were in the car, Skulduggery let his façade melt away. "I don't like what I'm wearing." Valkyrie said from the front. "It's just for the night." Skulduggery assured her.
"It isn't armoured. It is strappy. It's too tight and too short. I want to be classically hot, not easy hot."
"I... I don't really know what you want me to say."
Valkyrie sulked, staring out the window. They stopped by some shady place to get fake identities, Skulduggery's charmed once more.
"Can i do something to your sigils?" Ezra asked as they waited for the finishing touches. Skulduggery looked at her. "I guess..." He said, trusting her. He unbuttoned his top few buttons, revealing the top of his sternum. Ezra looked at the sigils, got out one of the magic pen things that Valkyrie knew she knew the name of, just couldn't remember, and Ezra drew on a little mark on both sigils. Then she out her magic pen thing away and closed her eyes, her thumbs on his collar bones. She opened her eyes.
"Tap them both once." Skulduggery did so. A façade came up, with the same blue eyes as Ezra, and very thick brown hair so dark it was almost black. The skin was mildly pale, but not sickly. There was a mild five o'clock shadow across the jaw. "There he is." Ezra said, happy. Skulduggery looked at a mirror in the office and gasped. He touched his gloved fingertips to his face. "Is that...?" Valkyrie trailed off. "Yes." Dexter said in awe. Skulduggery was wearing his own face.
"You can still randomize it, just double tap." Ezra said. Skulduggery turned and pulled her into a tight embrace.

They went to Skulduggery's to get ready. Valkyrie was wearing a tight sleeveless black leather dress that reached mid-thigh. She was wearing knee-high boots, and black eyeliner lined her eyes, with scarlet lip stick. Her normally straight hair had been curled and teased so it was wild and crazy. Ezra's hair was in a messy French braid, that had also been teased and messed up, strands pulled out. Her eyes were lined with grey and black eyeshadow, with bright red lipstick. Her dress was also black and mid length, but long sleeves made out of lace covered her arms, the rest of the dress lace over a thin black fabric. She had on strappy black heels "I feel weird." Ezra said. "Me too." Valkyrie agreed. Both girls went downstairs, where Skulduggery and Dexter were also ready. Skulduggery was wearing jeans, which was weird, and a t-shirt, also weird, and a jacket, also very weird. Dexter had on cargo pants with far too many pockets and unnecessary zips, and a black muscle T three sizes too small. "I feel like an idiot." He said. The other three nodded their agreements. "Off we go, then, I guess..." Skulduggery said. He didn't sound happy.
They had to go separately, Valkyrie and Skulduggery going in the Bentley, Dexter and Ezra on a... motor bike. "Where did you get this?" Ezra asked. Dexter shrugged. "I had to get something out of Mist."
"So you said we need a Harley?"
"I did, yes."
"Do you even know how to ride one of these?"
"I'm sure it's easy."
"You have no idea."
"Nope."
"We're gonna die."
"Eventually."
Dexter threw his leg across the black motor bike and sat. "Do you have a helmet?" Ezra asked. "We're badasses. We don't need helmets." Ezra took a deep breath and sat on the bike behind Dexter. She moved close, perhaps closer than necessary, and wrapped her arms around his muscled stomach. Then they were off. Ezra hated to say it, but he was good at riding the bike. He snaked between cars, through tight roads, glided through corners. Ezra liked it. Loved it in fact. The sensation of having something go so fast, being out in the open, it was wonderful. Then, all too soon, they were at the night club. "Ezra, it's called Shadow. The night club is called Shadow. Why? Is that the best they could come up with?" Ezra laughed and got off the bike, still somehow graceful and lady-like. Dexter got off too. They met up with Valkyrie and Skulduggery in the line, Skulduggery's façade up. Skulduggery's own face. The waited in line for five minutes, trying to become their characters. Ezra's ID said Lila May, Valkyrie was Sarah Hart, Skulduggery was John Goodman and Dexter's was Andrew Irk. "What kind of a last name is Irk?" He asked Ezra quietly. "Your's, apparently."
"I don't like it."
"It suits you."
He looked at her appalled. The bouncer was a beast of a man. He looked at Ezra and Valkyrie for a long time. "You look a little young." He said. Ezra and Valkyrie flashed their best smiles. The confidently handed over their IDs. The Bouncer stared at them for a few minutes, looked the girls up and down in a way that none of them liked, shrugged and moved aside. Then Lila, Sarah, John and Andrew were walking into Shadow.