Agents of S.H.I.F.T. - Training Day

"This thing is fucking great." Riley said morphing into a busty brunette. "Changing forms feels like changing cloths, I just slip right into one. It beats the usual growing pains of a morph, you know what I mean." He eyed the man across from him. "You get to wear this thing ever mission?" He jumped, letting his breast bounce like jello on his chest.

"Grow up," Avery said in small but athletic male body, almost like Bruce Lee's. The shifter was wearing a morph suit as well. "This training is for how to fight as a shifter not how to fulfill your teenage fantasies."

"Bet ya can't hit me like this." Riley taunted in a fighting pose.

Avery sighed. New recruits,the shifter thought, you can't change them.

Avery swung a foot around, roundhouse kicking Riley beneath the ribs. Riley bent over, panting from a loss of breath. Avery caught the rookie trying to shift into another form, his chest deflating and jaw becoming more square, but Avery wouldn't let him have the chance. Within seconds the elder shifter went from the small male form to that of a linebacker's and grappled the recruit to the ground.

"I suppose you're aware of Bruce Lee's quote about being like water?" Avery asked the squirming shifter beneath. Riley was stunned in mid shift between busty woman and buff male.

"What are you talking about?" Riley asked.

"''You must be shapeless, formless, like water. When you pour water in a cup, it becomes the cup. When you pour water in a bottle, it becomes the bottle. When you pour water in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Water can drip and it can crash. Become like water my friend.'" Avery said. "As an agent of SHIFT you are water, nothing more. Now stop playing around or I'll just beat you until you become as soft as water."

"Alright, alright you win. Now get the hell off me, please!"

Agents of S.H.I.F.T. - Observe & Report

Avery stood astute by the pool, hands on her hips and looking outwards like a sentry. The shifter was wearing a new type of morph suit, this one lighter and able to mold itself into any type of one piece clothing needed for the assignment. Avery spied the other shifter assigned with her across the pool: Riley, the recruit, laying on his back and bathing in the sun in his two piece suit.

The shifters' mission was nothing more than reconnaissance this time, which is why a newbie like Riley was able to work along side the experienced shifter. Intel had it that a prominent member of the Tramoggia Corpo, a gang of body hoppers known to terrorize the streets of LA, was staying at the hotel in the body of a young woman and whoring her body out for the 'debts' she owed them.

Avery's eyes were peeled, scanning the entire poolside and the tiki bar. After a few minutes Avery returned to the other agent.



"You know you can't just stand there like that," Riley said from his new favorite body. He was wearing a colorful strapless bikini and sunglasses.

"Like what?" Avery asked, placing her hands on her hips.

"Like that, with your hands on your hips. You look too uptight, like a lifeguard or a secret service agent. No one with that hot of a body would be that uptight. A girl as sexy as you should be relaxing and working on her tan," Riley lied back down on his towel.

"Listen here agent," Avery said. "I'm the senior agent here, I've been working for SHIFT before you ever made your first transformation. You are here to observe and report, not give me orders."

"I think you're wrong about that. How long have you been with SHIFT?"

"That's classified," Avery said.

"You must be pretty old then," Riley said pulling up his sunglasses and looking his superior in the eyes/ "I'll just have you know I've been able to do full body shifts since I was three. So you're either really old, or you're full of BS."

"Watch your mouth recruit," Avery's voice began to raise. "We got a mission to do, and I'm not going to have it ruined by a smart mouthed newbie."

"You're right." Riley said pulling his sunglasses down. "We should probably get back to work. Mind if I take a turn over near the bar?"

"Sure," Avery said, "it'll get you out of my face for a while. Just don't drink!"

"Bye bye," Riley waved smiling all the way. He might not be the the superior agent, but he sure loved pushing Avery's buttons.

Agents of S.H.I.F.T. - Quick Travel

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Jordan was summoned to Germany with great urgency that morning. Earlier in the day the hopper was on an assignment in Japan as cracking down on a yakuza weapons ring, the hopper inhabited the body of a lacky of Boss Honda, one of the biggest arms dealers in Japan, but was needed in Germany with great urgency.

He was assigned a body by Interpol, a volunteer host named Ankita. Once he was given the go ahead the hopper traveled across the globe in what would normally be a 14 hour flight in just a matter of seconds.

Jordan stepped out of her police cruiser parked in front of an Interpol building in the middle of Berlin, and took a breath of fresh air. It felt great being in Europe again.

Agents of S.H.I.F.T. Profiles

I have a feeling this is going to be an ongoing series so I decided to make a info page for all the characters. Post any story ideas you have for the agents in the comments! 

The story

Specialized Humans of Interchangeable Forms Task-Force or simply S.H.I.F.T. is an international task force formed by Interpol in the 1960s for covert operations. The organization employs shapeshifters, body hoppers, and a few multibodied people to carry out clandestine law enforcement and intelligence missions. These are their stories.

The agents

Riley - A shapeshifter and the newest member of S.H.I.F.T. Originally from Columbus, Ohio the young shifter used his powers to pull pranks on his friends by posing as their girlfriends or teachers, eventually being discovered by S.H.I.F.T. through a YouTube video titled "My friend's girlfriend secretly has a dick" which got 500 views before S.H.I.F.T. requested he removed it. They employed him immediately under the guise of his parents thinking he got a full ride scholarship. Riley is highly socially adaptive, a skill dating back to his prankster days, however his lack of experience puts him in the lowest tier of missions, mostly arresting drug peddlers and petty criminals, but he has an ambition in him to rise to the top.

• Riley's missions: The Rookie, The Honey Pot, Training Day. Observe & Report

Avery - The most senior field shifter on staff. Avery a long time ago was once a man or a woman, even Avery is unsure of this, having renounced his or her gender when she or she was still young along with his or her's real name. Avery's specializes in fluidly changing forms in combat situations, amplified by the Morph Suit, a specialized suit allowing shapeshifters to shift their bodies on the fly. Because of the agents mastery of shifting Avery is typically assigned infiltration and combative missions. 

• Avery's missions: The Infiltrator, Into Russia, Training Day, Observe & Report

Jamie & Peyton -  AKA The Devious Duo. Two of S.H.I.F.T.'s hit men and body hoppers. The two usually operate by taking on the bodies of those closest to their targets and executing them on the spot. Despite their sly nature, once they reveal their identities to their targets they couldn't care less how they acted, usually leading to Jamie and Peyton bickering on how they plan on disposing of their target.

• The Devious Duo's missions: The Duo

Jordan - An undercover body hopper specializing in mob infiltration. Born in the UK, Jordan discovered his body hoping powers late in life. After working twenty-seven years as an undercover cop initially in London and later for Scotland Yard, on his 45th birthday the cop suddenly found himself with the ability to posses anyone. Due to his decades of experience, Interpol recruited him immediately into S.H.I.F.T. He is currently working in an assigment to bring down Boss Honda, one of the most powerful Yakuza leaders in Japan.

• Jordan's missions: Quick Travel

Professor Lee - The top researcher and spokesperson of S.H.I.F.T. Lee, like Avery, renounced his or her gender a long time ago, way before Interpol ever established S.H.I.F.T. The professor is an older hopper, who's birthday predates World Way I, and has been actively studying the science behind hoppers and shifters alike.

• Lee's missions: The Professor

Agents of S.H.I.F.T. - Into Russia

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"Your mission, if you chose to accept it, is to assume the identity of Commander Maya Dyatlov. We are sending you her dossier at this moment," the voice said, muffled by the phone's speakers.

Avery observed the picture of Maya, it was a limited face shot of the woman but enough to get an idea of her form. The shapeshifter began assuming the form of Commander Dyaltov.

"She is the commanding officer of the Warthog unit, Russia's top unit for infiltration and espionage."

The shifter adjusted the nose, within seconds Avery was an identical replica of the Commander.

"We need you to gather anything and everything the Warthogs have on Interpol's SHIFT unit, and destroy it."

"Roger that," Avery said in the same scruffy man's voice the shapeshifter had previously assumed, "but you got to send me a voice sample first."

Agents of S.H.I.F.T. - The Honey Pot

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"He's wearing a red polo, his name is James Smith but prefers to go by Jamie. He prefers his woman in heels and expose as much skin as possible while still showing class. You got that Agent Riley?" The voice in the phone said.

"Yes ma'am," Riley said, "I've already assumed the shape."

"Perfect," the voice continued, "your mission is simple. Gather as much intelligence on him as possible, from his passwords to his DNA."

"Can I ask why I have to sleep with this fifty-something year old man?" Riley asked.

"Fifty-eight," the voice corrected the agent, "didn't you read the dossier?"

"Yeah, yeah, I did," Riley asked. "I'm just curious why Jame Smith is important."

"You were given everything you are supposed to know Agent Riley, you don't need to know anything else."

"Fine," Riley said, "I'll be the bitch in this situation." The shapeshifter hung up the phone and approached the bar across the street, looking for one James Smith. "Because I certainly won't enjoy this." He muttered.

Agents of S.H.I.F.T. - The Duo

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"If you're not going to shot then I am," Jaime (left) said.

"Let me handle this Jaime," the man next to Jaime said.

"Jesus Christ Peyton," Jaime said to his 'husband.' "The dossier and our target here couldn't be a closer match than this. Just let me handle this."

"Jaime..? Peyton..? Can somebody tell me what the fuck is happening?" The man strapped to the chair said.

"Shut up!" The two said in unison.

Jamie and Peyton were S.H.I.F.T.'s top duo. Together they were able to carry out a mission and get away with it no matter what. At the moment the duo inhabited the bodies of Jason and Fiona Webb. The Webbs had provided William (aka the main strapped in the chair) with top private security for nearly a decade before tonight. What William didn't anticipate was the fact that impenetrable security was nothing to body hoppers. Of course it would have been a little more convenient if he knew body hoppers existed.

"The mission said to 'kill on sight,' I am only obeying orders," Jamie continued. "Now let me do the fucking job."

Peyton glared Jaime in the eyes. "We were given orders to spare him if necessary, not fucking shot him on the spot. Now let's hand him over to Interpol like we pro-"

"Promised what?" Jamie interrupted. "We promised the target will be dealt with, and I don't know about you but I am not going to let a man in charge of the most dangerous child porn ring in this part of the globe be free."

Peyton gave it a second. "Alright, fine, take care of him." Peyton let Jamie did what Jamie did best. The room was suddenly filled with a deafening blow; the ringing took a few seconds to dissipate. Where the man strapped to the chair sat was nothing more than a decapitated head and a wall of blood. "Happy?" Peyton  asked, glaring at Jamie.

"Very happy," Jamie smiled. "After all, I was only obeying orders."

Agents of S.H.I.F.T. - The Infiltrator

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Avery dashed across the floor, gliding around every turn like a speed skater. Behind him were ten armed men, four of which he knocked unconscious. The mission was supposed to be a simple in and out, but something went wrong.

Interpol had gathered intelligence that Meridian Labs was producing a bioweapon capable of hiding in the body for months before becoming malicious and killing the host in hours of activation. A perfect bioweapon if fallen into the wrong hands. They had been keeping it secret, and when exposed shrugged it off as an experiment on pathogens and their behavior. After the legal attack failed Interpol turned to SHIFT to take care of the dirty work.

Special Agent Avery was assigned this one. Avery was skilled in all forms of combat in all body types, from the agile petite woman (above) to sumo wrestling, nothing was out of reach for the agent. The agent's diverse skill set was so diverse that Avery was given a suit called the Morph Suit that cut the transformation time down to a few split seconds, a normal shapeshifter would take a few seconds to minutes depending on difference in the form, but not with a Morph Suit.

Avery's assignment was easy: get into the conference room of Meridian Labs and plant hidden mics and cameras so that Interpol could get hard evidence on the company. Standard walk in the park mission, especially for an agent like Avery. What wasn't accounted for was the increased security measures implemented by Meridian during the legal investigation.

The special agent didn't even get past the first floor when the alarms went off. Armed guards dashed down the hallway towards the agent, who at the time was wearing the body of a older male guard. Somehow Meridian's security could detect shapeshifters.

"Freeze!!!" A guard shouted.

Avery's hands went up, playing along with the guard.

"No sudden movement," the guard approached him. The remaining nine stood behind him, guns pointed.

Once the guard pulled out his handcuffs Avery morphed his body from the elderly man into that of a two-hundred-and-twenty pound MMA fighter's and slammed his first into the guard's jaw. Avery put so much force into the punch that the guard flew backwards towards his squad.

"What the fuck?" A guard trembled.

"Fire!" Another shouted.

Avery morphed into a petite female acrobat and tumbled towards the guards. Moving between that form and the fighter's the agent put three more guards to sleep.

"Backup, somebody send backup!" A guard shouted into his radio.

"Good luck with catching me," Avery taunted. The shifter shifted into his favorite get away form and began dashing down the hallways.

Avery might have escaped the battle, but the agent had a lot of explaining to the higher ups on exactly how Meridian could detected shapeshifters. Something wasn't right....

Agents of S.H.I.F.T. - The Rookie

This post idea came to me during a walk. It was originally going to be a one-off but I realized that wasn't possible. I began thinking of the lore behind the universe, different characters and scenarios, interconnecting plots. I couldn't wait to get some privacy to write it. Let me know if you want more in the comments, along with ideas for future missions. I will be happy to oblige!

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Alright, keep your cool Riley you're a field agent now, you trained your entire adult life for this moment, you're doing fine, Riley reminded himself. A few seconds ago he had been attending a dinner party downstairs. Riley chatted among the guest, he drank every drink, complemented the chef, and kissed the host. Everything, even this moment was going according to plan. The host we by Anthony Garland, but he had many other names: Jamie Hewitt, Cameron McCormick, Taylor Brennan, and so on. He was a man of many lives, meanwhile Riley was the man of many faces.

Shapeshifters, body hoppers, and many other "specialized humans of interchangeable forms" as they were called by their stagnant acquaintances, have always been masters of deception and secrecy. For centuries they had lived among us and nobody the wiser, until Interpol that is.

Interpol had discovered these specialized humans in the 1960s, and formed the Specialized Humans of Interchangeable Forms Task-Force or S.H.I.F.T. to take down criminal empires and terrorist cells. Every member was compensated generously for their talents.

Riley was the newest shapeshifter recruit. His first solo mission was to find Antonio Cruz's contacts in the Los Zetas drug cartel. Cruz had retired well from the Zetas years ago and had been hiding under the alias Anthony Garland.

As far as Cruz was concerned, this was his first night meeting Alexis, the facade Riley assumed. She was a young twenty-six year old woman who had moved north to escape her conservative family and begin a career in modeling. Alexis had six exboyfriends, two of which had physically harmed her, one who loved her but passed away in a car crash, and the other two were forgettable. She hated chocolate and loved cherries, and would rather sip on wine and watch TV all night than go out to a bar. Oh, and she had a bra size of 32C, and was really really into BDSM. She wasn't real, she was none other than months of trial and error of becoming the perfect woman for Cruz. Riley had succeeded, he had gained entry into Cruz's house via invitation to his special dinner party.

Riley stumbled about the hallway, he wasn't drunk he had shifted his body to neglect alcohol, but he couldn't do anything about the adrenaline. After performing so well downstairs this moment right here felt like the main act: find Cruz's computer, install a backdoor virus on it, and get out. At this point his cover meant nothing, hot woman or not if Cruz found Riley tampering with his computer it could be the death of him. To Riley he was feeling stage freight.

Five doors later Riley found the drug lord's personal office. It was well furnished with a bookshelf taking up an entire wall, a wooden desk fitted for a king. Behind the desk was a huge mirror to make the room appear larger. He removed a flash drive hidden in a tube of lipstick and inserted it into a USB port. A LED loading bar appeared on the side of the drive, it began inching at a snail's pace. His heart was pounding beneath his breast, his eyes danced between the door and the LEDs. Back and forth, back and forth.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Footsteps! There were footsteps. "Fuck," Riley said beneath his breath. Riley reached into his purse and gripped the handle of his tranq gun, his grip growing tighter with every step. The taps became clicks, and the clicks became stomps, and the stomps became silence. The loading bar was at 70%.

Suddenly an idea came to him. He hastily picked up the tube of lipstick and turned his back to the door, facing the mirror.

On the other side of the door stood Peter, a man he had flirted with at the party to make Cruz jealous. Peter was a skinny man in his early thirties, kind of a dork, which is precisely why Riley had flirted with him. Cruz was the jealous type, and nothing would make him more jealous than the woman of his dream flirting with Peter.

"I'm so sorry," Peter said his speech was slurred a little, "I thought this was the bathroom," Riley pretended to be focused in applying his makeup. "Do you know where I can find it?"

"Would a lady like myself be touching herself up in here if she knew where the bathroom was, Peter?" Riley said turning to face the man.

"I suppose not. I'm sorry miss, uhh, what was your name again?"

"Alexis," Riley glimpsed at the flash drive: 90%. "How could you forget my name Peter? I thought I made an impression on you, like you did to me."

"No no, it's not that. You certain have, you're very pretty Alexis, I'm just bad with names."

"Obviously I haven't made that big of an impression," the flash drive read 100%, Riley quickly snatched and shoved it in his purse with the tube of lipstick. "How about I fix that for you?"

"H-how can you do that?"

Riley made his way towards the man and caressed his shoulder. "How about we begin with that bathroom you were looking for."

Riley's first mission was a success, now he needed a little celebration.

And the two made their way down the hallway.