Your phone rings. It’s Herr Bormann.
“A job for you Identia,” he says in his Germanic tones.
“A killing; make it look like an accident.”
“And my disguise?” you ask.
“The courier is outside your door now.” He hangs up.
You open the door and let the courier in. This time it’s a middle-aged man in red latex bondage gear. You take him upstairs and whip him for an hour as payment, then kick him out.
You now open the suitcase he brought. It contains a bloody severed Asian woman’s head, a pair of arms, two breast implants, a blue silk cheongsam dress and gold slippers, and a set of instructions.
You read your instructions. Today you are Shan Wu, wife of Dr. Fu-han Wu, the geneticist. You are to kill your husband.
You head for the basement.
Switching heads is always painful. It’s like being raped: you know this from experience—you once arranged to be raped, just so you could compare notes.
Your doctor demon is however the best. It decapitates and repairs you in under a minute, so you don’t feel violated too long.
Soon you’re seeing through Shan Wu’s dead eyes. You admire the seamless join of your new head and neck.
Next the doctor demon chops your arms off at the shoulders and attaches Shan’s in their place. Then it replaces your breast implants with her smaller ones.
You head for the bathroom to wash the blood off.
Once cleaned up, you dress in the supplied cheongsam and pretty yourself up.
It’s Shan Wu’s birthday today. Dr. Wu is treating his wife to a private celebratory dinner at Club Tang in Chinatown.
You smile. You’re hungry now. Besides, murder always feels better on a full stomach.