There was a ringing down the hall and we walked to the living room, Alex pushed the button on the speaker. “Hello Angels how are we today?” said Charlie. “Just fine, hey Charlie, would you mind if Elizabeth came along with us. She’s certain she’ll stay out of harm’s way,” Natalie asked.

Bosley’s eyes widened at the question and waved his hands back and forth. Charlie was quiet until, “Why not? Sure she can. Just make sure she’s in your sight the whole time. Maybe you could dress her as someone else, you all have closets full of disguises,” he commented.

Bosley’s grew very large and he said, “Are you sure, sir?” “Of course, don’t you trust our girls, Bosley?” Charlie remarked. Bosley jumped a little and said stumbling over words, “Oh…uh… yes Charlie! I do.”

I walked up to the speaker, “Thank you very much Charlie,” I said into it. “You’re very welcome, Miss Light. I promise you, you are in capable hands now,” he said, “Good bye Angels.”

We said our goodbyes and Charlie clicked Bosley clicked the speaker off. I gave a laugh of delight and my fingers shook from the excitement. “I think Charlie’s gone soft,” he snorted then regretted it, “Sorry Charlie, wherever you happen to be.”

Alex walked over to a white sheet of paper and read, “Next mission, we’re going to Miami. I yelped with shock “Miami? I’ve never been to Miami!” As I was rambling on about Miami the Natalie left the room and returned with a black wig, nose ring, white and black striped shirt with a skull on the front, and black leather pants.

“Your new name is Alisha, you’re 20 years old and you have a don’t-give-me any-crap attitude,” she said and handed it to me. My eyebrow twitched, “Won’t it be a little hot in Miami?” I asked.

“Extremely,” Natalie smiled the shooed me, “Go try it on. I’m anxious to see it!” I filled with dread but reluctantly went into my room and tried them on. The outfit clung to my skin as bad as the wrap on my leg and it was frustrating trying to keep my long blonde hair in he black short wig.

After much trouble I looked into the mirror, “I look like Tim Burton threw up on me…” I laughed. Natalie waited for me at the door and held back laughter as I came out.

“Well, good thing is that you make it work! Now just a finishing touch,” Natalie pulled out a spiked necklace and latched it around my neck. She nodded with approval and lead me to the others.

All heads turned as we walked through the door. “Alright, who let Marilyn Manson in here?” She asked sarcastically. “Great, with that costume no one will ever think that’s you!” Alex clapped her hands together.

I tried to keep in character but I was too excited and I smiled. Bosley snapped his fingers and said “Girls-” We all looked, “you know what to do.” And we left for Miami.