Chapter 6
“Put these on,” the liaison said. It was hard not to stare at his red skin, but Guillermo was a professional so he controlled himself.
They were in a large fitting room that could easily dress up every theatre in France. An excess of frills, Guillermo laughed at his own thoughts.
“What’s wrong with my suit?” he asked.
Pollux opened his palms and frowned. “It doesn’t shift colour,” he said, as if to a child.
“Of course,” Guillermo said and put on the jacket. The fabric wasn’t tailored to his body, but he could make it work. Class wasn’t a problem for him.
Then the jacket squeezed around his body and became a perfect fit.
Guillermo choked a terrified scream, and composed himself. Aliens. Right.
Pollux tapped his wrist and both their jackets turned yellow with greenish strip
