Víctor had been on his guard all week. Well, more than usual anyway, what with his job as a guard at El Dorado International. But this week they were trialling the new ParaSight security system, and every time the American consultant slipped past them, management would punish the team by making them sit through the entire three-hour technical induction video all over again.

“Like, can we hurry this up? I’m gonna, like, miss my flight,” whined the American woman in front of him.

Víctor had been scrutinizing her for nearly fifteen minutes, thumbing back and forth through her passport as the queue of impatient passengers grew behind her. Her lips pursed in annoyance.

"What?!” she huffed. “Is there, like, something on my face?”

“No,” Víctor said slowly. “But it has been altered. Your nose is narrower than last time. Your chest a little larger.”

The “woman” rolled her eyes, and her voice dropped an octave into a deep bass.

“Yeah, well, every time you boys catch me, they tweak the disguise.” Agent Scott Denton rubbed at his surgically remade jaw. His face was starting to feel like old butcher’s meat.

The ParaSight overlay flickered belatedly, finally clued in by the vocal change, and replaced the glamorous image with that of an older man. Víctor tapped the rim of the glasses as if trying to fix the signal on an old television.

“Why sell us a system that only half works?” he asked.

“It’s intended to support your judgment, not replace it,” Scott replied. “You’ve got a good eye. That’s the second time you’ve caught me. What gave me away this time?”

With a sly smile, Víctor slipped his hand around the man’s pert, bikini-clad rear.

“I’ve watched your narrow little butt cheeks walk through here too many times to forget them. You still walk like a man. Put that in your report. Maybe your surgeons can give you a bigger one.” He pulled Denton closer, his voice low. “And the next time I catch you, you’re getting the full cavity search. Since you’ve been such a pain in my ass.”