Chapter 16

He created one now, and it showed him the face of one of the agents. If they could make him want to see his face a certain way, it stood to reason he could also make himself look differently if he so chose.

The Fox had even changed shape entirely, he recalled. It couldn’t be so difficult.

Agents had black hair in a military-style cut, even and regular features, and brown eyes. He moved aside his goggles and tried to imagine himself with a different face.

Absolutely nothing happened.

He’d seen other faces. He could copy one of them. Fox’s face was easy enough to imagine, even if he did have ridiculous hair.

Nothing.

Seven tried until his head started to ache, but nothing he did, no mind-trick or psychology, could change his features.

They’d trained him too well, and if it took a long time to complete training in the first place, it would likely take time to undo it. The problem was, even thinking of undoing something he’d learned, felt alarming and wrong.