"My name is Meghan Gray. I was born in San Francisco on March 11. I am 29 years old. I work at Orange Orange in Burbank, California. I was visiting friends in Virginia. My name is Meghan Gray. I was born in San Francisco on March 11. I am 29 years old. I work at Orange Orange in Burbank, California. I was visiting friends in Virginia. My name is Meghan Gray…"

"Now boarding, flight 732 to Burbank, CA."

I stopped reciting the details of my new identity, and stood up, towing the suitcase and bag that held all of my belongings. It was time, once again. I boarded the plane, stowed my luggage and took my seat, in between a woman and a man. The woman wrinkled her nose at me, and I realized that the smell of the dye had not yet gone from my hair. I should apologize. My cover personalities would all apologize. Right now though, I'm not Grace and I'm not Skye, and I'm not yet Meghan. I'm just an agent. And Agent K does not apologize for anything. Agent K is the one identity that follows me each move. Agent K is the heartless, combat ready, cold person who has been inside of me from my very first day at the academy. Agent K gets the job done.

As the passengers collectively ignored the flight attendant telling us what to do in an emergency, I stared down at my finger nails. I was told to paint them. They're orange. As the plane took off, the man turned to me and said,

"Hi, I'm Matt. I'm headed to Cali for business, how about you?"

"I'm Meghan. I was out here visiting friends, so I'm going home," I heard myself say.

"That's great. It must be nice to live somewhere so warm," he said.

"Yeah, I guess." The truth was, I didn't know. I had lived my whole life in mostly cold cities. Washington was the farthest south I'd ever traveled. Burbank, California was a new one.

I spent the flight reading a trashy romance novel one of my guards had picked up after Grace died. It wasn't what I would have chosen, but it was something to do, and since I had been trapped in a guarded hospital room for what felt like years, I became bored quickly.

When I finally escaped from the plane, I was greeted by the overwhelming brightness of the sun. Burbank was sunny. Scanning through the letter that contained a sparse collection of details about my next assignment, I located my new address. I would be sharing an apartment with one John Casey, in Echo Park. I was shocked by the unpleasant wave of heat that attacked me as I stepped out of the air conditioning to look for a cab.

Knowing full well that John Casey was likely at work, I decided to make my introduction dropping in unannounced at the Buy More.

The refreshing wave of cool distracted me momentarily, as I fell into my new cover. I headed straight for the computer section, needing to purchase a new laptop, since Grace's had been confiscated as evidence. It was time for an upgrade anyway, charged to the federal government. As I was examining the new models, a salesman approached me. After glancing at the nametag and determining it was not the man I was looking for, I declined help, and hoped he would go away. I was not so lucky.

"Hi. Can I help you with anything? I don't think I've seen you in here before, are you new to town?"

"I'm good thanks." Seriously, was this guy a complete idiot? Just because I'd never frequented this… fantastic… establishment, didn't necessarily mean I was new.

"Well, if you need any help, don't hesitate to ask for Morgan," he said, pointing to his nametag.

"Uh, there is one thing you could do for me," I said. He looked hopeful. Oh no, this one was a flirter. "Which one's John Casey?" I asked. His face fell, but he pointed to the toughest looking employee in the place, who was currently snarling at another creepy looking employee. Was everyone in this place a freak?

I sighed and made a quick decision regarding the computer. I had several other purchases to make on the government's tab, and I figured that perhaps Meghan was a nice person who would give the scary looking NSA agent one more afternoon of peace.

My next stop was at a nearby shopping mall, where I purchased a new cell phone, and lunch. As I ate my salad, I couldn't quite ignore the soreness that was beginning to seep from my right side. But, there were things to do, and places to be. I wandered around, and made several clothing purchases, figuring that since my whole life had consisted of air conditioning and northern cities, my wardrobe wouldn't exactly be equipped to deal with California. It had been, once upon a time, when I lived with my parents and enjoyed summer more than any other time, but that was a great while ago.

I bought some shorts, a selection of shirts, and a few dresses. Then, since I had no idea what this particular chapter of my life might bring to me, I impulsively bought a very skimpy black bikini. It was California. Maybe someday I'd go to the beach.

With my next two purchases, I thought of the man I would be living with for the next undetermined amount of time. I knew that appearances could be deceiving, and I was intrigued. I walked confidently into Victoria's Secret, dragging my luggage and shopping bags with me. I knew what I wanted, and what looked good on me, so it was a fairly quick stop, at least in terms of lingerie shopping. The final store I went into was a shoe store, where I bought a pair of sparkly dark purple stilettos.

I have owned a lot of clothes. It might not seem like it, since all I had fit into two suitcases, but that was a rule of the trade. People like me replace belongings often. That's the case, when you've been three people in your lifetime, and you only get two suitcases and half a day's notice.