<a class="link link--external" href="https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BMjEyNjA1NTg1Ml5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNzIxMTk4Mw@@._V1_UY1200_CR586,0,630,1200_AL_.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Felicia</a><br/>Entering headquarters.<br/><br/>Felicia Howard had been very busy the last few days. For one, she was still getting used to the name Felicia Howard. She'd spent all week learning the details of her cover identity, including learning every detail of a thesis she never wrote, just in case she'd ever get called on it. And then she spent a few days learning the medical info of her colleagues. Blood types, congenital anomalies, medical procedures. She knew all of the info would be in the unit's database, but what if the computer was down, or they were far out in the field. And so, she'd spent her hours reading.<br/><br/>Her death had been simple. A university student with no direct family, known for partying went overboard during a party on a yacht. There'd be search parties, maybe even a t.v. crew,, but in a few days, everybody would have forgotten. Sad really, if you think about it. Sure, her 'friends' would talk about her now and then, but no one really would miss her.<br/><br/>And now it was time. She got up, put on a nice bright green summerdress. She gathered her little friends and walked out to the waiting SUV. The car screamed FBI, which was sort of the point, she reckoned. People tended to avoid these cars, and automatically give them right of way. Wouldn't want to piss off the FBI. It was a long and boring drive, and the accompanying agents were about as entertaining as a bag of wet sand. She was relieved when they finally arrived, and she could get out.<br/><br/>She walked inside and scanned the people present, she felt like she knew all of them already from their files. She also noticed Director MacGleeson. She still wasn't convinced it was his real name, but the man had been adamant. She walked up to him and saluted. "Agent Felicia Howard, reporting for duty" she said, before walking around the table, sitting down next to Astrid. She did feel slightly underdressed for the occasion. She wished the director had told her.