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Greg, or what the members of Hydra think is their well-dressed head, looks over all of the charts. His good suit lays folded in the corner as he stands there in his boxers. Not too bad, if he did say so himself. The owner of this body had done well in keeping himself in shape, and now, this form is his. But what does that mean for his inhuman power? Is the power Greg's, or was it the inhuman awakening of the well-dressed man that caused their minds to swap. He can't just go on and assume he reached inhuman status just by this happenstance.

Behind him, the doctor who worked on his tests stands there, biting her lip as she waits for his assessment. “Is… everything to your liking, sir?"

“This comparison here… what does it mean?"

“Well, sir…" the doctor says, walking up towards him, trying not to touch his seminude body as she stands at his side and points to the charges. “Here, we have the results of the brain scan before and after the chance. There's a major shift in it. Almost as if you're an entirely different person."

“Alright, well, change is to be expected with the activation of the inhuman genes… what about on the genetic level?"

“That's the really interesting part. If you look at this, here," she says, pointing to a set of sequences. “I took this, and then had to take this again just be sure, but look here."

He narrows his eyes, lifting up the sheet to the light. “There's a difference here.

“You can tell, huh? It's miniscule, but as far as I can tell, your body is mutating. To what, I can't possibly be sure, but what I think is happening is due to your ability, whatever that is."

“What do you think this mutation means, doctor?"

“Well, I suppose it could mean any number of things, but to me it looks like there's a state that your body doesn't like, and that it is trying to revert back to some other state. We've seen some things like this when…"

Her voice trails off in his mind. He forms a cracked smile and chuckles, shaking his head.

“And of course, there's reports of inhumans whose appearance is simply monstrous. But… we can work through this. Whatever is happening to your body, we can overcome with our Hydra technology-" She gasps when he turns around, grabbing her by the mouth. “Oh, that's quite alright, doctor. I think I know exactly what's happening here.

A flash of light in his eyes and he feels the shock of transfer. His entire conscious zipping through neurons, crossing over to hers, and vice versa. Soon, the two stumble back. Now, the undressed man looks down over himself, patting over himself and looking to the doctor with wide-eyed confusion. “S… sir?" the well-dressed man says, his inflection different, but the voice decidedly his. “What's going on? You… you're me!?"

Greg chuckles, pulling the ponytail out on his new body and flicking his hair back and forth. “Congratulations, doctor. You've just been promoted. Enjoy it while the body lasts."

“B… body swapping… Sir, wait! WE can't be certain the degeneration is tied to this body. It could be tied to your mind. No matter what form you take, the decomposition could follow you."

“Well, then… guess that means I need to live my.. I mean your life to the fullest," he chuckles and turns out the door, entering the password only he knows, which puts the room on full lockdown, closing the doctor in the well-dressed man's body stuck in there.

Hydra soldiers run up to the doctor, their guns in their hands. “What's the matter, doctor?"

“I'm afraid the process has compromised his mind. The project is a complete and utter failure. We are to move on with our plans to destroy SHIELD."

The two Hydra soldiers look at each other. Greg sighs and turns over his shoulder. “What are you two doing? There's work to be done!"

“T-there are no more heads of Hydra, though."

Greg rolls the doctor's eyes and says. “Of course there are. Cut off one head, two more shall take its place. Since I'm the highest ranking official here, I am now your head. Now go, chop chop. We have SHIELD to find. Tell our teams to sniff them out. I want a small SHIELD team. Find them and tell me where to locate them."

“M… m'am, what are you going to do?"

“I've had a long day," he says, running a hand through his hair, shuddering as he smells the perfume upon his arm. “I think I'll take a bath. If that is alright with you, soldiers."

“R… right… and the previous head?"

He growls, shrugging as he clicks her high heels down the hall. “Dispose of him. He is of no more use to us in his addled state.

The door to the examination room opens up, and the body of the well-dressed man hops up, holding his hands out. “Whoa hey, listen to me!" the doctor gasps. “Thi-this is going to sound strange, but I'm not the doctor, and that… that's not the Director!"

The two agents look to each other. Though they cannot see each other's faces, they know what each other are thinking. They then turn back to face their former head, raise their guns, and open fire.

Meanwhile, in the executive bath available at the Hydra base, Greg hums happily as he looks over his choice of soaps. “Oooh, fresh lavender, or exfoliating. Which one, which one… Oooh, I can't decide!" he says, practically squealing as he cups the beauty products to his now ample chest. “Oooh, I'm going to love being inhuman!"