More than just Camouflage
When he came to, JJ wished he hadn’t, as his whole body hurt in a way that made being beaten with a meat mallet for several days feel preferable. He did not know how long he had been unconscious, but he was ravenously hungry and was able to wolf down the single power bar snack he had with him in seconds. Waiting for the morsel to hit his empty stomach, he wished that he had brought some more, as he now had an urge to eat chocolate: lots of it.
“WTF has it done to me?”
He took a look at himself. After he finished examining his body, JJ pulled the small mirror from his clutch bag to look at his face.
“Er, well, very little. I kind of look the same as I did after the makeover, so why do I feel like I have been hit by a truck?”
He had an odd feeling that he was m
