Camouflage
JJs mind mulled over what he had read.
“Camouflage sounds interesting. So what we have is a super high-tech way of changing one’s looks: just what every up-and-coming terrorist group would pay a fortune for… I wonder why my employer wanted this destroyed and not sold on the open market?”
JJ stared at the case for a few moments.
“Okay, it’s a risk, but why not try it out now and walk out of here? It’s back to Plan B again. Second version: Plan B mark 2.”
He placed his hand in the case, and a handprint shape appeared, suggesting the correct hand placement, which he followed. The screen lit up with questions: mostly standard medical stuff along with gender, race, and age. It also warned him that he would feel a slight prick on his fingers, but this was normal as a small blood
