Post by Ryan D'Alteau on Jan 17, 2013 21:56:30 GMT -5
Drifting beyond all time, out of a churning sky!
Drawn to the beckoning light of the dark, eternal night!
Trapped in a hellish dream, spinning past worlds unseen!
And frightfully vanishing into the dark, eternal night!
______________________________Dream Theater - "The Dark Eternal Night"
The last time Texas-based crime boss Maurelle Lacroix had called for him had been the previous year. Having failed to do his job as per the woman's instructions - despite succeeding in the end - she had issued him with a demotion; one which amounted to him spending a day working at one of her many shell corporations as an office drone. Normally, the punishment wouldn't have been much of a big deal; Ryan would have simply got his head down and forced himself to go along with it. With his yearly salary amounting to more than Adele made in her legitimate working enterprise, sticking at the job in hand was worth the embarrassment.
But one of the main requirements of working for Maurelle was that he do so as someone other than Ryan Alcroft. Having filled out his resumé with the information of Calla McKnight - a female alter-ego he had invented in order to stay under the radar of organisations such as the Company and the RSF - as a joke, he hadn't expected Maurelle to show up at his doorstep for a face-to-face interview. With the advertisement the woman had placed being eerily upfront about the salary on offer, the cynical side of the young Brit was quick to take the job offer as a ruse.
But it hadn't been a ruse. The very same evening, Ryan - now dressed in an evening dress and masquerading as novice criminal kingpin Julieanne Downey - had toppled the largest drug cartel alliance operating out of the south. Jésus Morales had been born to Italian-American and Mexican parents and, somewhat stereotypically, had become a wealthy playboy with a cunning eye for illegal business deals. Maurelle had seen him as a threat and had organised a sort of "networking dinner" for over a hundred fellow criminals with the intent to kill him and anyone else who tried to interfere.
The two of them had succeeded, though not without difficulty. Unbeknownst to either of them, Morales' lover - a Korean woman by the name of Sun Mi-ja - was a powerful telepath and, after discovering Ryan's true identity, had ensnared him under her spell and, were it not for Maurelle's intervention, would have likely killed him. For her transgression, Maurelle had, rather than kill her herself or have Ryan do it, sent the telepath to someone who would have been delighted to do so for free. Adele.
It was by doing this that Ryan's fiancée became aware of her lover's new job and, rather understandably, had been a little upset. With Ryan responsible for assassinating the previous President, of all things, the last thing she wanted was for him to further compound his already extensive criminal record by falling in with organised crime. Nevertheless, Ryan had stayed at his post, only being involved in Maurelle's dirty work when she had need of him: her puppeteer-on-retainer.
The text message had been short and to the point, incriminating no-one while simultaneously telling Ryan everything he needed to know. Following the address of another office building on the mainland outskirts of Brownsville were two simple words: Bring Calla. Realising what was required of him, Ryan's first port of call was his bedroom. With Adele knowing about how he liked to indulge in his feminine side from time to time, he no longer felt as though he needed to hide what he was doing.
Although she was in a different room, Adele was actually at home during his transformation. After taking a shower and shaving (almost) his entire body, Ryan began the multi-phased process that would allow him to become Calla. First, he put on a set of genital prosthetics. Instead of flattening out his crotch with some specialised underwear, a few of his friends - whom he had met through Sophie Nystrom, the woman who had opened his eyes to the new facet of his personality - had pooled their money and bought him a better looking alternative for his birthday. It hadn't surprised him that the instructions had all been in Japanese.
With the heavily modified and padded set of what was effectively thin latex underwear in place, he next set about filling out his chest. Costing nearly two hundred dollars and usually marketed to mastectomy patients, the silicone breast forms did pretty much as their name suggested and, with a layer of adhesive on the back, the mounds of rubbery fake flesh were stuck to Ryan's chest until he wanted to take them off. Once his body was prepared, all that remained was to take care of the rest of him.
After picking out a set of pink-and-white, polka dotted underwear (because why the hell not?), a dark blue dress and matching shoes, Ryan got himself dressed before hiding his short, dirty blond hair beneath a wig of layered, wavy brown hair.
"I'm goin' out!", he called as he made his way for the front door. It was likely the last time he would be speaking in his normal voice for a good few hours, but he wanted to inform Adele that he was disappearing. "See you tonight!" As soon as he was outside, he headed down to the parking bay beneath the condo, clambered into his car and roared off into the distance.
The trip from the condo to the address Maurelle had given him was over with in forty-five minutes, during which time there had been numerous red lights and numerous other motorists giving him looks. With six women his age all knowing about this side of his life - in fact, they knew little else, having only really seen him outdoors as Calla - the reactions of the public had been something to which he had quickly been desensitised. They could think what they liked and he wouldn't care and, if they tried to get their point across in a more... stereotypical fashion, then they would realise the hard way that he was a well-trained former Company agent who could pummel all but the most highly-trained military men (or women, if it came down to it) into the floor without much issue. There were even some specials who had thought twice about taking him on.
After parking his car at the side of the building; rather a conspicuous thing to do, considering it was a Pagani Zonda F Roadster, he made his way into the lobby. He may not have been a Hollywood star, but the practice he had endured under the eyes of Sophie, Maurelle and the other six women had allowed him to act rather convincingly. Although he was over six feet tall, his steps possessed a distinct feminine sway to them. Sometimes, he felt he was almost too good at that particular part, but he continued regardless. "Hey." Instead of his usual accent - a masculine tone located somewhere between the west end of London and downtown Dublin - Ryan's voice whenever he became Calla was in another place entirely. People had often tried to figure out the source of the woman's accent, theorising that she was a British girl who had moved to the States and hadn't quite decided on the accent she wanted.
"I'm Calla McKnight, here to see Maurelle Lacroix?" Being one of the few appointments of the day, it wasn't long before the receptionist - who, rather strangely, was wearing a familiar-looking sleeveless bodysuit made from blue latex underneath the jacket of her business suit - gave the woman directions. "Her office is on the sixteenth floor, ma'am."
"Thanks." Not wanting to waste any more of her time, Ryan quickly set off on his way. The route to the office was straightforward; up the elevator, along about fifty metres of corridors and stopping when he saw the nameplate bolted to the door. The office, however, wasn't what he'd been expecting. Instead of a normal office, it looked more like a penthouse suite. Whatever the purpose of this building was, it was obvious that Maurelle had claimed the CEO's office for herself.
"Hey, Miss Lacroix." There was no point in maintaining the charade now that he was alone with the woman who had asked him here. Reverting to his normal voice, Ryan strode into the office and sat himself down at her desk. "'S been a while, huh?"