Chapter 6
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Emilia spent the last week collecting the money from the hidden caches, she swiftly spent a chunk of it to reserve herself a room in a bit more affordable hostel for the month. Right now she was across the road from the average-looking entrance to a minor law firm. She wouldn't have thought twice about it if she didn't get the information from the memories of the late Vincent that this place dealt with forgery. Rather well-made ones too, the only downside was that these weren't in the federal database, but she could fix that later. She waited for around an hour now eating breakfast and drinking her morning coffee. Meanwhile, she listened in on the thoughts of the workers in the firm and those going inside to confirm her information. She also wanted to make sure that this wasn't just a front for a hydra hideout or something like that. Luckily it wasn't, this was one of the operations of Don Rigoletto a local mob boss in New York. The name didn't ring any bell for Emilia so he was probably unimportant. No. She was relying too much on hypothetical marvel knowledge again. That wouldn't do. She added 'Don't rely on baseless information' to her mental list. She made this list and with a small mental push, it became a permanent memory. She wouldn't be able to forget it if she didn't expressly remove it. After finishing her coffee and tipping the waitress for not booting her out of the restaurant for overstaying she made her way over the road and into the firm. The receptionist lady glanced up from whatever she was writing and took in Emilia's form through her glasses. Emilia felt like she was being analysed and she felt the same with her powers. The lady was trying to which part of the fir she came here for. "I would like to consult on the Lazarus project," said Emilia once she was standing in front of the lady. Trying not to cringe at the secret phrase used to identify herself as in need of a whole set of personal identification. The woman narrowed her eyes and asked back "That would cost you more than 10 000 dollars, are you sure you can afford it?", that was a tricky question as for her not to get booted out she needed to answer "No, but I have asked Ronald for a loan," so she did. She didn't know if they were overdoing this secret phrase thingy, this sounded like something she would only hear in movies and yet here she was. Now following the lady onto the second floor. The lady led her to an office on the second floor, the door had the title 'Managing Partner' on it. "Mr. Redcliff the young lady here wishes to inquire about the Lazarus project," her guide announced after being allowed inside. Mr Redcliff was a man in his thirties with a disposition of an office worker. He was dressed in a shirt and vest with suit pants. "Alright, thank you for showing her in Linda you may leave," said the man with a glance and the woman made her exit with a "Goodbye". "So you are interested in our more discreet services, I presume?" asked the men they were alone, Emilia answered him after she took a seat in front of his fancy wooden desk. "Yes," she answered briefly, not knowing if she should elaborate more on it. The man noticed her nervousness and nodded, opting to continue the discussion. "To make your Lazarus project a reality I am going to need some necessary information. First of all, what is your intended purpose for this new identity of yours?" asked Mr Redcliff, opening a notebook and taking a pen into his hand. "Well, let's say I want to start a new life in America but I have lost all of my identifications" replied Emilia, emphasising a bit on her German accent. The man nodded and started writing, "We can certainly help you with that. Do you have any preference for the new identity, a name for example?" he asked while still taking notes. Emilia nodded while saying "Yes, I want the name to be Emilia Novak..."pausing the think a bit she continued"...and I would like to keep my origins to be Wien while staying officially 21 years old." she finished, opting to use the German name of the city. The man nodded a few times, before setting down his pen and intertwining his fingers and looking up at the young girl across from him. "Alright." The Forger said. "Now, for a complete identity transformation, we'll need to provide you with a new passport, driver's license, and other necessary identification documents. Am I right to assume that you would like to stay in the US?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "Yes, I would like to stay here," said Emilia, forcing herself not to fidget under the full attention of the forger. "Are you aware that the Lazarus project doesn't include any of your identification being real inside the federal database and only the physical document?" The man asked. Emilia knew there was a whole package that included called the Phoenix Project, similarly ostentatious to the other name. She might have considered it if it wasn't for that costing five times as much. Plus she wanted to do it herself with her powers. Convincing a bureaucrat to digitize her documents and change the upload date with a soft psychic suggestion shouldn't be that hard. The man nodded, before changing the topic and his demeanour, "Now for the price, this will be several different identifications. Most of which require experts to produce it. We also have our reputation to uphold, which provides you with the assurance that only high-quality documents will be made by us. Taking all into account this will cost you up to twenty thousand US dollars. Can you afford that price or will you need a loan for it too?" he asked with a severe businesslike demeanour. It was blatantly obvious to Emilia that he didn't think she had that kind of money, especially as an illegal immigrant that she was acting as. Yet she didn't show it, just smiled a bit as she took out a bag which revealed two hundred bills showing the smiling face of Ben Franklin on them. She made an effort to not smirk at the dumbfounded look the man had for a second before suppressing it. Returning to his previous more friendly posture he took the money and examined it while throwing a glance at the girl. He was second-guessing himself about her being a broke immigrant. He handed back five of the hundred dollar bills to Emilia. "I believe you might find yourself in need of my own or my colleague's services. As a show of goodwill for your first service I will give you a discount, "said Mr Redcliff with a smile. "Thank you, I will make sure to come to you if I need anything similar in the future," said Emilia with an equally fake smile on her face. She probably couldn't fool anyone with it but she was intent on getting better. "Alright then Miss Novak, I reckon your documents will be ready in a week. It was great doing business with you," He said while standing up and extending his hand over the desk. Emilia rose too and grasped his larger hand with her own and shook it, "The feeling is mutual Mr Redcliff" she said. Meanwhile, she applied a strong suggestion to the man, making him very unlikely to keep records of her or this forgery taking place. He would also protect her information if he was ever caught by law enforcement. She was led out of the building by the same receptionist woman she met before. She stepped out of the building, feeling accomplished. She would only need a few more steps before she could open a bank account or apply for a job. She already checked up on the government agencies whose databases she would need to somehow load her information into. Social Security Administration or SSA for most of her identifications, the Department of Motor Vehicles (DMV) for her driver's licence and finally maybe the Department of Homeland Security's U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Services (USCIS). That one could wait for now as she would be described as a US citizen on her identification, not a green card holder. Her personal history would be that they emigrated when she was 12, and she lived in the US until she could apply for the university in Vienna the same as in her real history. It wasn't foolproof. Anyone checking for anyone knowing her before, teachers or officials alike wouldn't know her. Added to this her university degree would be fake too but she couldn't travel to Austria just to fake that too. She recorded each problem or plot hole she found in her story to her mental list. It would do for now. In time she would plug the holes in her history but this was only her first step. Who knew how high could she rise in the future?
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Emilia spent the last week collecting the money from the hidden caches, she swiftly spent a chunk of it to reserve herself a room in a bit more affordable hostel for the month. Right now she was across the road from the average-looking entrance to a minor law firm. She wouldn't have thought twice about it if she didn't get the information from the memories of the late Vincent that this place dealt with forgery. Rather well-made ones too, the only downside was that these weren't in the federal database, but she could fix that later. She waited for around an hour now eating breakfast and drinking her morning coffee. Meanwhile, she listened in on the thoughts of the workers in the firm and those going inside to confirm her information. She also wanted to make sure that this wasn't just a front for a hydra hideout or something like that. Luckily it wasn't, this was one of the operations of Don Rigoletto a local mob boss in New York. The name didn't ring any bell for Emilia so he was probably unimportant. No. She was relying too much on hypothetical marvel knowledge again. That wouldn't do. She added 'Don't rely on baseless information' to her mental list. She made this list and with a small mental push, it became a permanent memory. She wouldn't be able to forget it if she didn't expressly remove it. After finishing her coffee and tipping the waitress for not booting her out of the restaurant for overstaying she made her way over the road and into the firm. The receptionist lady glanced up from whatever she was writing and took in Emilia's form through her glasses. Emilia felt like she was being analysed and she felt the same with her powers. The lady was trying to which part of the fir she came here for. "I would like to consult on the Lazarus project," said Emilia once she was standing in front of the lady. Trying not to cringe at the secret phrase used to identify herself as in need of a whole set of personal identification. The woman narrowed her eyes and asked back "That would cost you more than 10 000 dollars, are you sure you can afford it?", that was a tricky question as for her not to get booted out she needed to answer "No, but I have asked Ronald for a loan," so she did. She didn't know if they were overdoing this secret phrase thingy, this sounded like something she would only hear in movies and yet here she was. Now following the lady onto the second floor. The lady led her to an office on the second floor, the door had the title 'Managing Partner' on it. "Mr. Redcliff the young lady here wishes to inquire about the Lazarus project," her guide announced after being allowed inside. Mr Redcliff was a man in his thirties with a disposition of an office worker. He was dressed in a shirt and vest with suit pants. "Alright, thank you for showing her in Linda you may leave," said the man with a glance and the woman made her exit with a "Goodbye". "So you are interested in our more discreet services, I presume?" asked the men they were alone, Emilia answered him after she took a seat in front of his fancy wooden desk. "Yes," she answered briefly, not knowing if she should elaborate more on it. The man noticed her nervousness and nodded, opting to continue the discussion. "To make your Lazarus project a reality I am going to need some necessary information. First of all, what is your intended purpose for this new identity of yours?" asked Mr Redcliff, opening a notebook and taking a pen into his hand. "Well, let's say I want to start a new life in America but I have lost all of my identifications" replied Emilia, emphasising a bit on her German accent. The man nodded and started writing, "We can certainly help you with that. Do you have any preference for the new identity, a name for example?" he asked while still taking notes. Emilia nodded while saying "Yes, I want the name to be Emilia Novak..."pausing the think a bit she continued"...and I would like to keep my origins to be Wien while staying officially 21 years old." she finished, opting to use the German name of the city. The man nodded a few times, before setting down his pen and intertwining his fingers and looking up at the young girl across from him. "Alright." The Forger said. "Now, for a complete identity transformation, we'll need to provide you with a new passport, driver's license, and other necessary identification documents. Am I right to assume that you would like to stay in the US?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "Yes, I would like to stay here," said Emilia, forcing herself not to fidget under the full attention of the forger. "Are you aware that the Lazarus project doesn't include any of your identification being real inside the federal database and only the physical document?" The man asked. Emilia knew there was a whole package that included called the Phoenix Project, similarly ostentatious to the other name. She might have considered it if it wasn't for that costing five times as much. Plus she wanted to do it herself with her powers. Convincing a bureaucrat to digitize her documents and change the upload date with a soft psychic suggestion shouldn't be that hard. The man nodded, before changing the topic and his demeanour, "Now for the price, this will be several different identifications. Most of which require experts to produce it. We also have our reputation to uphold, which provides you with the assurance that only high-quality documents will be made by us. Taking all into account this will cost you up to twenty thousand US dollars. Can you afford that price or will you need a loan for it too?" he asked with a severe businesslike demeanour. It was blatantly obvious to Emilia that he didn't think she had that kind of money, especially as an illegal immigrant that she was acting as. Yet she didn't show it, just smiled a bit as she took out a bag which revealed two hundred bills showing the smiling face of Ben Franklin on them. She made an effort to not smirk at the dumbfounded look the man had for a second before suppressing it. Returning to his previous more friendly posture he took the money and examined it while throwing a glance at the girl. He was second-guessing himself about her being a broke immigrant. He handed back five of the hundred dollar bills to Emilia. "I believe you might find yourself in need of my own or my colleague's services. As a show of goodwill for your first service I will give you a discount, "said Mr Redcliff with a smile. "Thank you, I will make sure to come to you if I need anything similar in the future," said Emilia with an equally fake smile on her face. She probably couldn't fool anyone with it but she was intent on getting better. "Alright then Miss Novak, I reckon your documents will be ready in a week. It was great doing business with you," He said while standing up and extending his hand over the desk. Emilia rose too and grasped his larger hand with her own and shook it, "The feeling is mutual Mr Redcliff" she said. Meanwhile, she applied a strong suggestion to the man, making him very unlikely to keep records of her or this forgery taking place. He would also protect her information if he was ever caught by law enforcement. She was led out of the building by the same receptionist woman she met before. She stepped out of the building, feeling accomplished. She would only need a few more steps before she could open a bank account or apply for a job. She already checked up on the government agencies whose databases she would need to somehow load her information into. Social Security Administration or SSA for most of her identifications, the Department of Motor Vehicles (DMV) for her driver's licence and finally maybe the Department of Homeland Security's U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Services (USCIS). That one could wait for now as she would be described as a US citizen on her identification, not a green card holder. Her personal history would be that they emigrated when she was 12, and she lived in the US until she could apply for the university in Vienna the same as in her real history. It wasn't foolproof. Anyone checking for anyone knowing her before, teachers or officials alike wouldn't know her. Added to this her university degree would be fake too but she couldn't travel to Austria just to fake that too. She recorded each problem or plot hole she found in her story to her mental list. It would do for now. In time she would plug the holes in her history but this was only her first step. Who knew how high could she rise in the future?
Emilia spent the last week collecting the money from the hidden caches, she swiftly spent a chunk of it to reserve herself a room in a bit more affordable hostel for the month. Right now she was across the road from the average-looking entrance to a minor law firm. She wouldn't have thought twice about it if she didn't get the information from the memories of the late Vincent that this place dealt with forgery. Rather well-made ones too, the only downside was that these weren't in the federal database, but she could fix that later. She waited for around an hour now eating breakfast and drinking her morning coffee. Meanwhile, she listened in on the thoughts of the workers in the firm and those going inside to confirm her information. She also wanted to make sure that this wasn't just a front for a hydra hideout or something like that. Luckily it wasn't, this was one of the operations of Don Rigoletto a local mob boss in New York. The name didn't ring any bell for Emilia so he was probably unimportant. No. She was relying too much on hypothetical marvel knowledge again. That wouldn't do. She added 'Don't rely on baseless information' to her mental list. She made this list and with a small mental push, it became a permanent memory. She wouldn't be able to forget it if she didn't expressly remove it. After finishing her coffee and tipping the waitress for not booting her out of the restaurant for overstaying she made her way over the road and into the firm. The receptionist lady glanced up from whatever she was writing and took in Emilia's form through her glasses. Emilia felt like she was being analysed and she felt the same with her powers. The lady was trying to which part of the fir she came here for. "I would like to consult on the Lazarus project," said Emilia once she was standing in front of the lady. Trying not to cringe at the secret phrase used to identify herself as in need of a whole set of personal identification. The woman narrowed her eyes and asked back "That would cost you more than 10 000 dollars, are you sure you can afford it?", that was a tricky question as for her not to get booted out she needed to answer "No, but I have asked Ronald for a loan," so she did. She didn't know if they were overdoing this secret phrase thingy, this sounded like something she would only hear in movies and yet here she was. Now following the lady onto the second floor. The lady led her to an office on the second floor, the door had the title 'Managing Partner' on it. "Mr. Redcliff the young lady here wishes to inquire about the Lazarus project," her guide announced after being allowed inside. Mr Redcliff was a man in his thirties with a disposition of an office worker. He was dressed in a shirt and vest with suit pants. "Alright, thank you for showing her in Linda you may leave," said the man with a glance and the woman made her exit with a "Goodbye". "So you are interested in our more discreet services, I presume?" asked the men they were alone, Emilia answered him after she took a seat in front of his fancy wooden desk. "Yes," she answered briefly, not knowing if she should elaborate more on it. The man noticed her nervousness and nodded, opting to continue the discussion. "To make your Lazarus project a reality I am going to need some necessary information. First of all, what is your intended purpose for this new identity of yours?" asked Mr Redcliff, opening a notebook and taking a pen into his hand. "Well, let's say I want to start a new life in America but I have lost all of my identifications" replied Emilia, emphasising a bit on her German accent. The man nodded and started writing, "We can certainly help you with that. Do you have any preference for the new identity, a name for example?" he asked while still taking notes. Emilia nodded while saying "Yes, I want the name to be Emilia Novak..."pausing the think a bit she continued"...and I would like to keep my origins to be Wien while staying officially 21 years old." she finished, opting to use the German name of the city. The man nodded a few times, before setting down his pen and intertwining his fingers and looking up at the young girl across from him. "Alright." The Forger said. "Now, for a complete identity transformation, we'll need to provide you with a new passport, driver's license, and other necessary identification documents. Am I right to assume that you would like to stay in the US?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "Yes, I would like to stay here," said Emilia, forcing herself not to fidget under the full attention of the forger. "Are you aware that the Lazarus project doesn't include any of your identification being real inside the federal database and only the physical document?" The man asked. Emilia knew there was a whole package that included called the Phoenix Project, similarly ostentatious to the other name. She might have considered it if it wasn't for that costing five times as much. Plus she wanted to do it herself with her powers. Convincing a bureaucrat to digitize her documents and change the upload date with a soft psychic suggestion shouldn't be that hard. The man nodded, before changing the topic and his demeanour, "Now for the price, this will be several different identifications. Most of which require experts to produce it. We also have our reputation to uphold, which provides you with the assurance that only high-quality documents will be made by us. Taking all into account this will cost you up to twenty thousand US dollars. Can you afford that price or will you need a loan for it too?" he asked with a severe businesslike demeanour. It was blatantly obvious to Emilia that he didn't think she had that kind of money, especially as an illegal immigrant that she was acting as. Yet she didn't show it, just smiled a bit as she took out a bag which revealed two hundred bills showing the smiling face of Ben Franklin on them. She made an effort to not smirk at the dumbfounded look the man had for a second before suppressing it. Returning to his previous more friendly posture he took the money and examined it while throwing a glance at the girl. He was second-guessing himself about her being a broke immigrant. He handed back five of the hundred dollar bills to Emilia. "I believe you might find yourself in need of my own or my colleague's services. As a show of goodwill for your first service I will give you a discount, "said Mr Redcliff with a smile. "Thank you, I will make sure to come to you if I need anything similar in the future," said Emilia with an equally fake smile on her face. She probably couldn't fool anyone with it but she was intent on getting better. "Alright then Miss Novak, I reckon your documents will be ready in a week. It was great doing business with you," He said while standing up and extending his hand over the desk. Emilia rose too and grasped his larger hand with her own and shook it, "The feeling is mutual Mr Redcliff" she said. Meanwhile, she applied a strong suggestion to the man, making him very unlikely to keep records of her or this forgery taking place. He would also protect her information if he was ever caught by law enforcement. She was led out of the building by the same receptionist woman she met before. She stepped out of the building, feeling accomplished. She would only need a few more steps before she could open a bank account or apply for a job. She already checked up on the government agencies whose databases she would need to somehow load her information into. Social Security Administration or SSA for most of her identifications, the Department of Motor Vehicles DMV for her driver's licence and finally maybe the Department of Homeland Security's U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Services USCIS. That one could wait for now as she would be described as a US citizen on her identification, not a green card holder. Her personal history would be that they emigrated when she was 12, and she lived in the US until she could apply for the university in Vienna the same as in her real history. It wasn't foolproof. Anyone checking for anyone knowing her before, teachers or officials alike wouldn't know her. Added to this her university degree would be fake too but she couldn't travel to Austria just to fake that too. She recorded each problem or plot hole she found in her story to her mental list. It would do for now. In time she would plug the holes in her history but this was only her first step. Who knew how high could she rise in the future?
