Mike could hear the sound of clippers roaring to life. As he began to focus on his surroundings, he realised he was in some kind of lab. He tried to move but couldn't, he was firmly bound to a chair. Yes, it was a traditional Barber's chair, and in a mirror in front of him, he could see the two FBI goons, that were to help him stay hidden from the Mafia. Hugo had a pair of clippers heading straight for the side of Mikes carefully styled hair. As they bit into his hairline, Mike started to cry out, but at the same time realised Don had just injected his arm with a syringe. "What in the hell?" exclaimed Mike "Just a little something to help you with your makeover", replied Don with a sinister look on his face. Already, Mike could feel a warmness overtaking his body. As he watched his hair being removed, he wanted to complain at what was happening, but found he couldn't speak. Even moving was impossible. "That's a pretty quick acting drug," said Hugo to Don as he changed settings and took the clippers over the top of Mike's head. Hugo was referring to the concoction of drugs that had just been injected into Mike, that fellow FBI scientist had been working on secretly, in fact Mike was a test case. The serum he'd been given should start Mike on the path of a whole new life. Mike was staring in disbelief now as Hugo began going over the sides of his head, taking the hair down to stubble. He was now sporting what looked to be a very military style haircut, a far cry from his two hundred dollar salon jobs. "It's a high'n'tight! Looks good on you too!" stated Hugo seeing the look in Mike's eyes. This was one of the reasons Hugo enjoyed being attached to this part of the witness protection program. Don piped in then,"Yeh but it needs to be darkened up a little." With that, Don began to apply hair dye to the hair that remained on Mike's head. "Ah! Looks like the growth steriods are working," he said as he looked down at Mike's body. Dark hair had began to sprout on Mike's chest, which had been previously waxed. At the same time, a heavy five o'clock shadow was spreading over Mike's chin and cheeks. Mike could only stare in continuing disbelief.