I grinned, I really knew everything about Jake—his skills, his memories, his strength. I was now my brother. A spark of a memory came into my head, I knew Jake was meant to meet some of his close army friends; I wondered if I could pull it off—play such a convincing Jake that even his friends who put their lives in his hands wouldn’t be able to detect any difference. I went through his clothes and pulled on a t-shirt, flexed again and left for the bar.
I returned back to the apartment late, it had been perfect. I drew on all of Jake’s memories and they never even realised. I wondered how much control I had of my brothers body—I wondered if I’d inherited his power to get inside other people…