Markelos smirked a bit. " Yes. Actually I did." he says with a smirk and a laugh. He liked this woman and even if they were on two different sides of the law...technically...they weren't. He was on a different side of the law in his undercover life. Oh if only she knew but she wouldn't. She would have to guess. He smirked. Secret agent super spies were as bad if not worse than your average every day criminal. Oh the sweet and thrilling life of a double o agent. James Bond had nothing on him. was an ameture compared to him. he watched her remove the cat suit. A low growl similar to a bad boys whistle escaped his lips at her new attire.<br/><br/>Of course he had an AI car...he was a super spy. Of course most all of the AI cars had so many glitches it was hazardous. The biggest of course though was it was created by a genius. It was. It was created and built by him. He had not even noticed the emotions thing. The issue was...he made Key so brilliantly. Brilliantly to the point that she...developed human traits. He watched the sexy dress she wore out of the corner of his eye. Letting out a sound in italian that was clearly meaning sexy.<br/><br/>He stopped the car behind the shadow of a tree. Pulling out some sexy ass shades. Pulling out the color change contacts. Switched to a pale green color and put them in. Pulling the tight band which hid the true length of his hair out. It fell to the base of his neck. He puts on the shades. "Je n'Ã©tais pas vraiment poser. J'Ã©tais un Ã¢ne futÃ©." He grins impishly. Shaking his head."Cheri...you so doubt that I know your skill...shame on you." He says in a darkly seductive purr. He looked at her over and shakes his head. "Time to shed this gear. Key drive for me. Flip the seat back. I need to change to more comfortable clothing." He says. The seat flips back and the car keeps driving itself. He flipped into the back and changed.<br/><br/>When the seat spun back around he was wearing some gangster tight ass jeans with chains. A tight black shirt that accented his curves. A bad boy jacket (see his picture up top.) and of course the shades. "I am the eccentrice wealthy zillionare." he says with an accent much different than his own. "Oh...he won't know me. I have always had my hair short. Plus...he hasn't seen the real me...in a very long time." He says. He wore jewelry enough to give the illusion of wealth. Which he truthfully had if the name was researched. Mario Levinichi. "You are Mrs. Margeret Levinichi." He says. Handing her the ID. Perfectly formed and had no flaws. His accent was different. But it was also closer to his original accent. His true accent, while so unused, spoke totally of a man off the streets. He hid that past well. They pulled up to the location. He rolls down the window. "We are here to buy weapons. Our money is good. Money is no object." he says in a mixture of french and greek accent. When indicated in he drove. Stopping the car and exits. He went around and opened to door for his "wife".