The staff had long ago trickled out for the night, leaving behind only the few die-hard employees devoted to their jobs more than their home lives. Replacing them, a crew of janitors, a normal sight for this time of day, began to enter the building. One of them was new, but no one really seemed to care. He wore the same drab cover-alls that the rest wore, and carried the same tool belt around his waist. He also carried a backpack over his shoulder, but most ignored it. After all, didn't most of the of the work crew carry lunch boxes anyway?<br/><br/>When they all separated to their individual stations, the one who didn't quite fit in, ascended the elevator to the top. The lights were still on in the exectutive floor. He could see through the glass walls of the elevator, up through the atrium to the top floor. Stopping at the floor below, he moved through the deserted halls, then entered the Janitorial closet. He emerged only moments later, pushing the cleaning cart, and moved immediately to the restrooms. He entered the Ladies' room first, leaving the cart outside the door to block it, then locked it behind him.<br/><br/>Only then did he take off his cap to allow long, lusterous locks of amber hair to fall from his.... no,<span style="font-style: italic">her</span>face. It was a woman. Only when her hair fell free did it become visibly evident that her slender frame was slightly too curvy to be mistaken for masculine. She pulled off the cover-alls to reveal a tight-fitting, revealing black attire. The neck line of her top plunged so low as to leave very little to the imagination. The blouse was tucked neatly into a simple, pleated black skirt that reached only half way down her thigh. Around her waist, she wore a glossy leather belt that was only slightly too heavy to go with the outfit perfectly. Her boots were black, high-heeled, and reached up to her knees. She ran her fingers along the inside of the belt, checking something, then nodded to herself. Her fingers continued checking, feeling down her cleavage, along the sides of her short skirt, then down into her boots. Satisfied at what she found, she pulled a few items out of the backpack she'd carried.<br/><br/>First, a comb. Pressing a button in the handle, she gripped the comb as it suddenly lit up with a faint, blue light at the base of each tooth in the comb. As she quickly, heedlessly pulled the teeth through her hair, not only did she free it of tangles from the hat that had concealed it, but she also left the locks coal black, where before they had been red. Next, she pulled a small plastic bottle from the pack and leaned back to allow a drop from the bottle to fall into each of her eyes. Blinking furiously, she leaned forward again to peer at herself in the mirror. She had to squint as her vision had gone blurry, but she could see that her irises had gone a deep black. Finally, her vision already beginning to clear, she pulled out a pair of wire-framed spectacles from the bag. As she put them on, her eyes promptly shifted in appearance. Without the glasses, her eyes were round, delicate, and even. With the lenses over her eyes, they suddenly appeared slanted, thinner than before.<br/><br/>The last thing she did before stowing her pack on the janitorial cart, was to apply make-up to complete the look. Quietly, she ascended the stairs toward the conference room where the men waited. Through the lenses, she saw the constant analysis of all she saw. Locked doors, convenient emergency exits, and other note-worthy information were brought to her attention as the display on her lenses shifted. She mentally reviewed all she'd studied before entering, which hadn't been much. She knew the name of the girl who would be serving the drinks to the executives still holed up in their meeting. She was prepared for what would happen next.<br/><br/>The serving girl was simple-minded, and utterly unintelligent. It was easy to convince the her that she had been relieved of duty for the night. As she left, offering a parting grateful smile, her replacement replied with a smile and a bow, then turned to the tray of refreshments.<br/><br/>"Too easy...." she whispered to herself.