This choice: Your body is and I have a mutual friend • Go Back... "Where are my manners, my name is Vincent Russo. My friends call me Vinny," she extended her hand to you in greeting. Not wanting to be rude, you grabbed it and shook it.
"You don't look like a Vinny..." you remark, without meaning to. You knew better to run your mouth like that when you didn't know who were talking to, it got you a couple of beatings in prison.
She pulled out a switchblade and held it to your crotch proving your point. "I said my friends call me Vinny. You don't look like much of a Luke either, pal. Though you're lucky you are or you'd be dead already."
"You swapped into that body?" It was a dumb question, she or he knew you had invented the technology so clearly they had somehow gained access to it.
"I thought you were smarter than this, then again, Scotty was always an idiot, maybe you've taken after him," they didn't answer your question directly. "Walk with me Luke-Scott," the tone indicated it wasn't a suggestion.
"My parole officer keeps track of me," you warn, seeing if that would sway them. This woman or rather the man inside her seemed dangerous.
"You don't think I've done this before?" Vincent snaps. "Why do you think I look like this broad. We're walking back to your place. If he asks, I'm you're girl. Though treat me like one and I'll cut your dick off..."
You try not to react any further and begin to walk towards your trailer. They hooked their arm around yours, giving the outer appearance of either a relationship or that you paid them.
"So how did you find out I wasn't Scott?" You inquired as you took a leisurely pace getting home.
"Since you got arrested and didn't spill the beans on our man. Scott had been flagged as snitch material. When you said nothing, to save your skin, we knew either we were wrong about Scott or something was wrong. One of the cops on our payroll got the reports, where you said you were a kid named Luke and you swapped bodies with Scott. We were skeptical at fist and so we kept an eye of you in prison, you didn't seem to know any of our guys nor did you reach out to Scott's friends. It wasn't until that science broad announced the body swapping machine. One that looked remarkably to the one Charlie saw on the night you got arrested."
"Michelle..." You spat as you felt the urge to hurt her. Sometimes Scott's instincts clashed with your thoughts. "Wait so body swapping is public knowledge?"
"So you are angry... well good. That bitch helped the fed to dismantle our operations, they'd swap an undercover agent in, make us give false confessions. We've had to adapt..." They gestured toward their body. "A loaner, body at least but the only way I could approach you."
"So because I invented the technology, you want my help to exploit it to your benefit?"
"Very good," They give a sinister smile, which looks kinda cute. "You help us out, we'll help you out," they promise.
This could prove to be dangerous. These were criminals, who knew what they might do with this tech if you helped them out. Though Michelle had to pay.
The other problem was, if you refused you could find yourself in serious danger.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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