Nikita hugged Anne tightly and smiled. "Poor woman's not gonna know what hit her. Anyways..i'll be going public..not like anyone can really recognize me anyways..better to keep things basic because some eyebrows might be raised as to a private jet carrying a single person just before shit starts to happen in Trinidad. See you in the sun and sand love!" She waved to everyone before disappearing down the stairs rapidly. She didn't really need a lot of stuff as she had pretty much everything she would need in her bag. She kicked open one of the offices on the lower flower and opened up her bag. Quickly producing a small device which showed her potential 'looks' she had ready for the journey along with the necessary documentation. The aliases specifically generated for travelling and escape purposes. Browsing through them, she settled on that of an African woman. It was a large frame, the suit she had constructed for that alongwith hairdo. As she transformed herself and put on a different set of clothes she verified the data in her memory chip with that of the one on documents. Name, Abena Cisse..age 42 years old, resident of Pretoria, South Africa. Destination..Trinidad and Tobago. The ticket was already booked in her name via the link to the cyberspace. Packing her stuff up she moved slowly to complete the act, her english thick with an accent. After some time she was out of the area and hailed one of those rapid cabs towards Heathrow.<br/><br/>The journey was a quiet one and without any events as she sat in her place quietly amidst all the people. It wasn't something which she really enjoyed..because she considered being with all those lowlives to be rather disgraceful..but when it came to work Nikita was willing to make necessary compromises. Especially the annoying little kid who was placed next to her, she would've gladly put a bullet through the brat. Finally the fourteen hours were over and she emerged from the journey..most of it spent in a nap. Due to time difference, Trinidad was still in the late evening from the looks of it. Nikita walked out of the airport..carrying out her luggage in Port of Spain. Moving through the crowds she hailed a taxi. It was rather strange to be here..the place was quite exotic..very beautiful indeed with plenty of tourists around...which seemed to be the norm of the year. She paused near a public toilet before getting rid of the makeup. She had find a safe place to build her next "look" before going to take out the security chief through seduction. She checked in one of those bed and breakfast places near a beautiful beach. Accepting the keys she moved in the room. Connecting to the cyberspace she moved through the image search calculating the facial and bone structures of Asian women, drafting out a preliminary sketch for the mask and look in general on her small workstation. The picture was coming in smoothly and after about five to six hours she had the basics ready to begin the work.<br/><br/>Pulling out some small packs of a plastic like durable material she emptied them in a small device which had the basic facial features of a human face planted on it. She entered the details she wanted, the ears, cheekbones, eyes. Measurements of her own face were obviously, entered in there before and locked there to prevent anyone else from using the machine. Pressing the "Execute" key. She leaned back a little and watched the machine go at it..pleased the way it was going. She wasn't feeling tired at all for some reason, it was the satisfaction, the excitement of the work being done. The mask slowly finishing was almost like watching a painting come alive..it's intricate details working away slowly. Producing a bodysuit wasn't that complex as it could be hidden by clothes besides typically they were needed when she was impersonating men. Next morning she got down for some breakfast before thanking the old woman who ran the place and disappeared in the beaches. Moving around casually and doing some shopping she would need to round off the look. Some bikinis, elegant looking dresses, shoes..it cost a bit but it was necessary to pull off the look. Re-arranging her own hair wasn't all that difficult..she contemplated getting a different cut but then decided against it. She was outside a shop now..whistling to herself she quickly slipped in one of the back alleys. The kind of place which would be just convinient for a drug deal or even for a rapist to lurk around. Smirking to herself, she made sure nobody was watching her and quickly put on the mask. It snug perfectly onto her. It was difficult for first couple of minutes to breathe..as it typiclly was getting adjusted to her skin but it was comfortable. Quickly she changed her clothes, getting rid of her old ones and dumping them in trash can nearby. Her hair were well set and no change was necessary. Slipping in a pair of good looking shoes.<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://i56.tinypic.com/nqr4f5.jpg)</div><br/>Nikita looked at some fake paperwork she had obtained from one of her contacts on the island, Ray Long. The name read Zhang Chung. Age given was twenty four..born in Shanghai and moved to Paris in teens due to rising success as a model. In here for holiday. It seemed fine. All of the papers checked out well, walking in a car rental Nikita quickly filled out the paperwork, her identification details being scanned for prints, and verified using her own prints. Nikita was careful enough to design the fingerprints over that of a dead woman who was forgotten and had entered the details in the system via Ray. She could've asked Oni to do that but he seemed to have enough on his plate to make him do such smalltime tasks. She thanked the man at the shop and drove off in the old machine. Not many drove those but it was handy to have one. Finally, she checked in the hotel Grand Legacy, in one of the posh areas of the town, where you're welcome as long as you're rich and money was the only language. She checked herself in room 113. Breathing a sigh of relief, she contacted Anne via cyberspace. "Nikita Stack, in." Was all she sent as she inserted a small program with basics of Chinese language and went to sleep. The upload in her memory would be finished in some time.