He looked in the mirror, identified all major characteristics of his new face, and inserted the sound chip into his ear.
“Read me Jack?”
“I sure do Brewster. How was replacement?”
“Better than usual. Couldn’t find me a better looking guy?” Brewster stared at his reflection in disgust.
“Sorry Brew, not much selection. Lots of agents going over these days. Your man is popular, though. An actor.”
Brewster looks at his hands, which are aged and wrinkled. “How old am I anyway?”
“47.”
“Isn’t that dangerous, seen as I am in reality much younger?”
“It was necessary. Besides, you’re fine.”
“Yeah, just don’t make me your guinea pig again. What’s my mission?”
“Thats where it gets a little tricky.”