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As Mom led me to our front door and open it, I could feel the summer
breeze tenderly blow my hair. She held my right hand and we strode across
our small lawn towards the Mercedes. It was the mid of September and even
though autumn was approaching, the sun shone brightly. I covered my hand
with my left hand and the colorful bracelets on Kimberly's wrist chimed.
"It's very hot, here" I complained with Kimberly's whiny tone. I paced
slower and pulled my hands from Mom's grip while putting an annoyed
expression.
It was just an ordinary hot afternoon where everything seemed glistened
by the sunlight. But I was so deep in my Kimberly's persona that I
started to mimic her overacting spoiled behavior.
I had already practiced all of Kimberly's facial antics. It's almost
second nature to me now. Beneath my Kimberly's mask I just had to play
some facial muscle and I could convey any range of Kimberly' s mood.
Mom turned to me and gave an understanding smile. She did not let my hand
slip out of hers.
"C'mon, darling. You're exaggerating."
"I'm not, Mom." I gave her Kimberly's pout. "Listen, I read in the
internet that heavy exposure of sunlight would give you skin cancer."
Mom chuckled. She let my hand go and folded her hands on her chest. She
tilted her head and looked me with her funny face. This simple behavior
was actually a signature of Miranda Goldman's reaction whenever she was
irritated and Ronny Cho, the man under the Miranda's skin nailed it
perfectly. Beat by beat. His timing was flawless.
"Does it mean that you'd prefer to stay at home and not going with me to
the mall?" Mom said,
I did not answered. Instead, I tried waving my hands to Kimberly's cute
face. I maintained Kimberly's sad expression.
"Would you stop acting like a lady, Kimberly?"
I rolled my eyes and stomped my sneaker on the pavement. Meanwhile Mom
just shook her head and sighed.
"Okay, then... just stay at home and wait until I come back from
shopping." Mom turned away and pressed the button on her car keys to
unlock the door. I stuck my tongue out and stare her. Kimberly always
does that whenever her needs were not satisfied. Sometimes she does that
without any reason. I guess that was a part of being a teenage: doing
random stuffs.
Kimberly was the only child of the Goldmans. According to the dossier,
Miranda and Bruce had been told years ago that they could not have a
baby. After several years of medication, Miranda was pregnant and
Kimberly was born.
She received undivided attention from her mother. Miranda even left her
job at a multinational company to concentrate on raising Kimberly. She
took a job as an editor for a small publishing company. Occasionally she
also handled some web design projects.
Apparently, Kimberly was used being the most important person in the
family. I remember reading this in Kimberly's dossier before we started
our infiltration as the Goldmans. The act that I was pulling on our
parking lawn was a rendition of Kimberly's banter on her 15th birthday
celebration video, when she was forced to sing in front of her guests.
As Mom opened the door and slipped herself into the driver's seat, I
heard somebody approaching toward our fence.
"You ought to listen to your mom, Kimber..." a breathy deep voice came
across the neighbor's lawn.
Fred Faraday, the Goldman's neighbor, was standing behind the bushes that
covered his side of lawn. He was wearing a parka shorts and a sleeveless
T-shirt with a big baseball cap. His smile was wide, causing several
wrinkles to appear on his panda-like face.
"Uncle Freddie!" I shrieked and without any hesitation run across the
lawn and hugged the big man tightly.
"Easy, easy...Kid" he laughed and wrapped his hand around Kimberly's
petite body. He tapped his hand on my -Kimberly's slender back.
"How's the operation? Are you okay now?" I broke the hug and looked deep
into his grey eyes. I let a thin layer of tears out of Kimberly's blue
eyes. My voice was full of concern mixed with happiness.
Fred Faraday was in already in the hospital several days before Virginia
Mendez, Ronnie Cho and I assumed the identities of Bruce, Miranda and
Kimberly Goldman. He lived alone by himself and based on the clips that I
had seen in the agency, Kimberly was quite close with her neighbor. She
treated him as her grandpa. It was also Kimberly who found Fred lying on
the floor of his porch several minutes after he suffered a heart attack
back then. Virginia, my "Dad", had told me that I should be prepared
whenever I, in my disguise as Kimberly, met him. It's part of my training
as a disguise specialist.
Freddie smiled and rubbed Kimberly's blond hair. He winked to me as Mom
approached the fence with her worried look.
"Oh my God, Freddie? is that you?"
"Yes, Miranda. I am back!"
"Thank god, Freddie. I am sorry that we hadn't a chance to visit you at
the hospital."
"It's okay Miranda. I went out of town with my sister anyway. Her husband
was a doctor. I had an operation last month and now I am very healthy."
"I am glad everything fine. We missed you Freddie. Without you, I don't
have anybody to taste my pancake and brownies," Mom said.
"We thought that we'd lost you." I said. I was completely teary-eyed.
"You're too dramatic, Kimber," he laughed out loud. "Tell you what, I am
ready to play scrabbles with you anytime."
With a skillful act, I pulled a happy grimace out of my Kimberly's mask.
From Fred's point of view, Kimberly's worried tears which were floating
on her eyes suddenly shifted into a playful and relaxed twinkle. She was
blushing and jovial. It's not easy to draw different emotions in a short
time span. Deep inside, I was extremely excited with my act. I realized
that this was one of the reasons why I loved working as a covert agent:
to give my "audience" a superb performance.
"You two look very stunning. Where are you going now?" Fred asked as
opened his cap and started shed his bald head with a towel.
"We're going to a party tonight. My old friend, Emily, is celebrating her
anniversary," Mom answered.
We chatted for several minutes. I asked repeatedly about his condition,
making sure that he was alright. Mom briefed Uncle Ted on the latest
gossips around the neighborhood.
"You should not stay too long under the sun, Freddie. It's like, very hot
now, don't you think?" I asked him using my persona's innocent tone.
"I agree with Kimberly, Fred." Mom nodded her head. Uncle Fred sighed and
put his cap again.
"Okay then.. nice to see you girls. See you around."
"See you later, Freddie," Mom and I surprisingly answered back in unison.
Everybody was amazed by that coincidence. It was totally unplanned by Ron
and I. Freddie laughed again while "Miranda" and "Kimberly" just smiled
bashfully and headed back to the car.
Mom turned on the car machine and drive out our lawn. Before she drove
away, she opened the window halfway and waved her hand to Uncle Freddie
who was already sat down under the shade of his porch, drinking a glass
of water. Meanwhile I started to turn the radio to Kimberly's favorite
pop station.
For several minutes, we stayed quiet. I occasionally moved my head and
shoulder, tuning my mood with the beat of the song. Kimberly's golden
hair jiggled while I was pretending to sing along. Mom drove carefully.
She put sunglasses which gave her accentuate her lips and face. Once in a
while, she tried to follow the lyrics and sing with me, maintaining the
image of a "cool mom". However she always failed to remember the exact
words. This - off course- was just Ron's way into paying close attention
to a perfect disguise.
The mall was 30 minutes' drive from our neighborhood. We did not spoke
much while we were driving across the suburbs as we tried to convey our
illusion of "mom and daughter". Who knows that somehow, a nosy housewife
might pick up some signs that we were not Miranda and Kimberly Goldman.
Miranda Goldman was just a bodysuit worn by Ronnie Cho, my handler.
Moreover, the cute and sexy Kimberly Goldman was actually me - using a
special mask and cosmetics. I couldn't help feeling very excited by all
of the prospects of this female disguise.
As we headed out the suburbs toward the highway, mom pressed a button on
a secret compartment near the wheel. I knew that she had just activated a
device to mixed audio signal. It was a standard tool to prevent
interceptions of our conversation.
"Why are you smiling, Grasshopper?" Ron's flat-accented voice emerged
from mom's lips. His attention was focused onto the road but he seemingly
managed to observe my reaction.
Grasshopper. That was my cue to loosen up my Kimberly's persona and let
my real psyche came to the surface.
I shrugged and with Kimberly's sparkling eyes I stared my mom/mentor. I
dropped my Kimberly's voice and used my real one.
"How was I doing? Did I perform well?"
"Not bad, Padawan... not bad," Ron chortled. He held out Miranda's
slender hand and patted my head gently. I amazed by how Ron still
maintained Miranda's motherly body language. At least, to the observers
out there, we still looked like two hot women driving around on a sunny
Friday afternoon.
"I saw the way you go back and forth with various emotions. Very
authentic. Fred didn't have any idea."
"Thank you," I said. "Coming from you, that's a real compliment."
Our discussion was interrupted as we were approaching the highway. Ron
removed Miranda's glasses and rolled down the window to pay the fare. The
guy who served us was stunned by "his" beauty. He acted silly and dropped
some coins while trying to give Ron his exchange money. Ron gave him a
chuckle and thanked him - using Miranda's voice, naturally. It's not easy
to resist Miranda Goldman. She was a looker. A knockout.
After Ron rolled up the window, our car entered the highway and he sped
up. I noticed that from time to time some drivers on the road tried to
catch a glimpse of her. Some truckers and young guys even honked our car.
Ron usually pretended that Miranda didn't hear anything, putting a
straight face. However I knew that deep inside he was thrilled by the
impact of his impersonation.
"You still have so much to learn, though," he said.
"I know," I nodded.
"You're lucky that you have a handler," Ron sighed. His oriental accent
was thickened. This usually happened whenever he became serious.
"As I started before, we hadn't had any support. Not even from the
government and the central agency."
"Really?"
"Yes, Virginia was the laughingstock of the whole board of intelligence
when she put forward the proposal of the camouflage and disguise unit 15
years ago."
Fifteen years. It was quite long time ago. I guess Ron was perhaps just
20 years old back then. Our unit was most secretive unit in the agency. I
was told that even the president and congress did not know anything about
our existence.
"I have been meaning to ask you Ron. How many agents are out there
exactly?" I twirled Kimberly's blonde hair and smelled it casually like
she always did whenever she conversed with her mother. I saw that Ron was
smiling his "Miranda's smile" when he noticed my effort to maintain the
illusion.
Ron shrugged and smirked. "Nobody knows." he said. "I guess only Virginia
knows how many of us exactly."
I frowned and I felt that Kimberly's forehead was also wrinkled by that.
This mask was very flexible and adaptive. I felt very comfortable beneath
it. This is different than the previous female masks which I used only
temporarily for less than one day. Being Kimberly was really an
achievement for me. Previously I only posed as female for a stake-out or
an ambush where I did not have any speaking-roles. Now I was playing role
as a daughter of the most handsome and beautiful parents, not to mention
the best mentors.
"We were expected to act like a ghost, Grasshopper. Nobody should know
that we exist," Ron explained to me. That's why immersion is the most
important training for an agent."
I stayed quiet as I absorbed his words.
"But immersion is not enough," Ron continued. "Sometimes an agent gets
too deep in character and cannot free himself from the character. This is
weakness for an agent. It takes more than intense mental effort and
concentration. An agent needs to forget everything about his or her
being. Once he donned a mask of a character, he should become that
person. However, the mission is finished and he has to assume another
character, he should be able to start from scratch. Sometimes, he has to
rely on his instincts and improvisational skill."
"I agree with you, Ron," I said. I realized that I was not supposed to be
happy now. My act as Kimberly Goldman might have fooled Dan Harris, her
current boyfriend. It had also fooled Uncle Fred and all of her
girlfriends and teachers at school. However, apparently, there were more
challenges ahead as a special camouflage agent.
I remembered that Ron had impersonated Kimberly and Tom Appleby's
secretary while posing as Miranda. He might have other disguises that I
didn't know anything about. Yes, it's true that Ron had access to high-
tech bodysuits that helped his act but overall his ability to undergo
multiple disguises is the main reason why he was one of the best.
Ron did not respond. We drove out of the highway and approached the mall.
I know instantly that he's going to assume his "Miranda" persona again. I
prepared myself and waited for his cue.
Suddenly Ron pressed the button on the radio and change the channel. A
female voice was heard from the car's loudspeaker. I did not recognize
her.
"Pay attention and listen," Ron said, still using his own voice.
The woman's voice seemed to be an excerpt of radio show. She was talking
quite fast and smooth.
"...And now after the commercials, we're gonna talk more about
celebrity's gossip and scandal. But before that I will play a song for
you. This is an song from Janice Joplin..."
The radio broadcast became a bit scrambled. Ron turned it off. Our
Mercedes had entered the parking lot in the basement. The surrounding
were getting a bit dark because the lack of light.
"Pop quiz, Grasshopper," she said using Miranda's sweet melodious voice.
I was a bit surprised by this sudden circumstance. I quickly compose my
Kimberly's persona and concentrate to my mom's demand.
"What type of voice does the announcer have?"
"She has a contralto voice with a slight German accent."
"Not bad," Ron winked. "Any other analysis?"
"She was a radio announcer. Possibly in her late twenties."
"Right," Ron nodded as he parked Miranda's Mercedes on of empty lot.
There were not many cars around. I guess the mall was relatively empty at
that time. It was still afternoon. Usually people would go shopping in
the night, after the white collar workers left their offices.
"Why do you ask that?"
"I have an assignment for you. I need you to disguise as this woman. Her
name was Samantha Hoist. She's a disc jockey in Marvell FM and she's
meeting somebody today in the mall."
"But she's on air ,now." I said.
"Yes , I know darling. That's why we're going to shop for an hour and
find yourself a nice dress for tonight's event at the Applebys. After
that we'll go our separate ways and you're going to don the disguise of
Samantha. I already put her mask and profile inside your handbag. Just be
prepared."
I was blown out of the water by this "quiz".
Meanwhile Ron already opened the car's door and emerged out as Miranda
Goldman.
"Kimberly, darling, " said my "mom". Her voice was full of love and
undivided attention. Like the real Miranda. "What are you waiting for,
honey? Aren't you excited? We're going to a shopping spree."
I took a deep breath. I get out of the car and as Kimberly Goldman,
approached my mom and held her hand.
"I am ready, Mom. Let's do it."
To be continued?
Author's note:
I don't know what to do with story. I wrote without any planning or
sketch. I just followed the characters. Therefore I apologize for any
flaw in the story.
I felt that there are still many potential stories waiting to be
extracted from the characters and the universe that surrounds them. I
would appreciate any suggestions, advices, critics and especially,
references - perhaps another stories or authors that I could learn to
write better.
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