"I need to be someone else," Nathan said, sitting in the chair. "I'm going to Russia. The man I'm meeting has seen me. He can't know it's me even if he stands a foot away."
Elena nodded, her eyes scanning his bone structure. "The jaw is the problem. It's too sharp. And your eyes are too recognizable."
"Don't tell me what I already know,do your job."
She nodded then started by applying a medical-grade adhesive to his chin and cheeks. She carefully attached a thick, dark beard and mustache. It wasn't the fake kind you see in stores; each hair was hand-tied into a thin lace that disappeared when it touched his skin. Once it was on, she trimmed and groomed it into a sharp, professional style that completely hid his jawline and the shape of his mouth.
Next, she pulled out a pair of custom contact lenses. "These will change your iris from your natural color to a deep, muddy brown. It will take the light out of your gaze."
