Transcript: “You!” Tony Giordano spat out, staring at his wife Kelly in shock. “You’re a cop? You bitch! Don’t think that you’ll be safe with me behind bars! The Family will get you!”
Kelly remained unfazed as she motioned for the two officers escorting Tony out to pause for a moment. “I am a cop, but I’m not Kelly.”
“Bullshit you aren’t! What’d they offer you, you greedy little tart!?”
“My usual paycheck. The Chief will probably give me a bonus though—you being a big bad Mafia boss and all. The real Kelly Giordano they set up real nice, but it’d be awfully unprofessional if I spilled all the details.” Kelly could see Tony still didn’t believe her. Kelly proceeded to prove her claim by delicately peeling apart the seam between the bodysuit and the mask partway.
Tony blinked in disbelief, “So who are you then? Some whore they hired to pretend to be my wife?”
“We considered that actually, but decided in favor of a special agent instead.” ‘Kelly’ turned off the mask’s built-in vocal modulator. “The name’s Kevin, in case you wanted to jot that down for your diary.”
Allowing Tony to hear 'her' real voice had the desired effect. “FUCK! There’s no fucking way!" Tony bellowed. You’re a man? How the fuck…I don’t…you can’t be a man. You sucked, swallowed, and screamed for more! I FUCKED YOU IN YOUR PUSSY FOR FUCK’S SAKE!” The two officers that had been restraining Tony shuffled uncomfortably.
“Yeah that tends to happen when you pretend to be someone’s ‘wife’ for two years. Quite amazing how realistic this mask and bodysuit are don’t you think? Amazing enough to fool you anyways—you never figured out that I wasn’t your wife or a woman for that matter. You really couldn’t tell could you?” Tony’s only reply was an enraged huff. “Take him away boys," 'Kelly' ordered. "Hope you enjoy the new chapter of your life Mr. Giordano.”
I know I will Kevin thought quietly to himself. Involvement in a high profile case like this one meant the end of a field career. It was either move to a desk job or go into retirement; he’d opted for retirement. The Bureau had offered to set him up with Witness Protection and he’d accepted. Disguised in another one of the Bureau’s advanced masks and bodysuits, Kevin would be moving out to a nice suburban neighborhood at an undisclosed location soon, posing as a single mother. He’d already picked out his new name: Kelly Samantha Pearson. He’d grown rather attached to the name “Kelly” after two years and figured that the name was common enough to be overlooked as coincidence.
This time though, Kelly would be free to be whomever she wanted to be, not chained to pose as some Mafia wife. Just one more stop at the Bureau headquarters and Kevin would disappear forever. Kelly on the other hand was here to stay.
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