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. I'm surPrised the bureau didn't make her homecoming queen. Her fake history is seamless. Not a gap. As you can see, the bureau was even able to forge a past realistic enough for her to gain her security clearance."
"Rowan did that, not the bureau," Xris muttered.
He stared at the photo. It had been taken by a hidden cam as she was walking down a street. He searched for a trace of his friend beneath the makeup. The jawline, perhaps. The eyes were a possibility. If he could once see that smile . ..
Xris felt slightly dizzy, as if his internal computer system had gone on the blink, screwed up his chemical balance, was feeding him too much jQice. He popped open his wrist, did a quick systems analysis. All registered normal.
"A disguise, you said." Xris shifted his gaze to Wiedermann. "Rowan goes around all day dressed up like a womanm"
"Ah, I didn't quite mean 'disguise,'" Wiedermann amended. "He's not merely dressing the part. Or perhaps I should say 'she.' We located the hospital where they performed the surgery."
Xris gaped. "What? You don't mean-- Look, a change in identity means that a guy shaves his beard, not his legs! He gets a new driver's license. He doesn't have certain body parts whacked off and others added on!"
Wiedermann said nothing. He merely stared pointedly at Xris's metal arm. The wrist hatch was still open, the various lights blinking, the small computer screen scrolling through its readout on the cyborg's internal workings
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