Bugged-out eyes flick independently back and forth of each other as a young man with green-tinged skin drags on a cigarette and tries to suppress his nerves. He's working tonight, and he has to take it seriously if he wants to remain in good favor with his notorious boss. That being said, it's fairly dangerous, because he'll probably end up on camera. The only real upside is that he won't look like himself; he won't look exactly like who he's trying to look like, either, but that hardly matters. All that's really important is that he comes close enough to fool the prejudiced masses, and given his modifications to look and behave more like an chameleon, it'll be very little trouble.

Stubbing out his cigarette on the nearest brick surface, he pulls his hood down, shifting his appearance to take on the features of the young man he's impersonating. White hair, a missing eye and accompanying eye patch, a blue sweater... and a can of gasoline, and a box of matches. When this hits news stands tomorrow, the small charity clinic will not be the only thing to have burned.