The room was still. A tranquil, serene atmosphere filled its circular parameters. Kai-Am took in a deep breath, as she waited for the coordinator of the mission to enter its midst.

It had been a long one hundred and fifty years to prepare, Kai-Am thought, again, as she looked into the wall mirror at her reflection. She had undergone cosmetic surgery and, once again, she was looking at someone unfamiliar to her. Her long, auburn hair was braided back, such a contrast to her long blond hair she once boasted. She now exhibited a cleft in her chin, something that complemented her looks. The only part of her facial features that hadn't changed was the colour of her eyes, light gray-blue. Such vanity, she thought, realizing that she was still attractive with all the changes she had undergone.

All she knew was that she had taken the identity of a woman who had perished several years past. That's all she knew, and she didn't want to know any more. She felt a fleeting pain in her heart, thinking of the woman who had given up her life so that she could have an identity. It hadn't been the woman's plan, but it had turned out that way.

"Kai-Am." A man appearing to be no more than his forties greeted her, as he entered the spacious room filled with its own aura of mirrors, light-brown marble walls and floor.

"Keresh." She greeted him back with a small smile. "How are you this morning?"

"I'm fine. And you?"

"I'll be better once this mission is under way, as you already well know."

"Yes, of course, I'm aware of that." Keresh sat himself at a round glass table filled with crystals within its embodiment. "You knew that it would take considerable time before we could do anything." His dark, lean features contrasted the white tunic and pants he was wearing, similar to Kai-Am's attire.

"Yes, I know, but it still hasn't made it easy." She took another deep breath, as she asked in an air of anticipation, "Where are we right now with our plans?"

Keresh sat back in his black leatherette chair. "Well, its going as planned and I have a little something to share with you."

"What's that?" Kai-Am asked in apprehension. What could he possibly want to share with her? He sounded serious, as though it meant life or death. Perhaps, her feelings were overriding her logic. Maybe, there wasn't anything in his tone of voice. However, her sixth sense picked up an energy from Keresh that spelled ominous things. Such a sense was highly developed in herself, as well as the crew who shared space with her.

Keresh pulled out of his tunic pocket what appeared to be a well-worn brown wallet. "Here," he stated as he extended it towards her.

She took the wallet and immediately opened it up. There was a wad of money, a health card and a picture of two people standing arm in arm, who could pass as brother and sister or husband and wife. The woman's image reflected Kai-Am's. It felt strange looking at the picture, seeing a reflection of herself, again. Obviously, these were happier times for the couple.

"I must tell you a little bit about the woman you've taken your identity from. It's time you knew."

"I don't know if I want that, Keresh."

"You're curiosity is the best of you, Kai-Am. I know you want to know deep down inside."

"I suppose you're right. So, tell me."

"We found her in a back alley sometime ago. We took the wallet for identity." Keresh extended his hand and placed it on Kai-Am's knee for assurance. "It's O.K. She didn't die in vain. Thanks to her you do have a new identity, which should help to ensure your protection during the duration of your stay."

Kai-Am felt a foreboding. "How did she die?"

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