Don and Hugo strapped up Mark to a chair, making sure he couldn't move at all in it. He was buckled in very tight, and it was uncomfortable. He mentioned that it hurt, but the two big men simply mentioned that it was key that he was in there tight, otherwise the effect wouldn't happen. Don took out a small bottle with a spray nozzle attached to the top and sprayed it up Mark's nose, and the two men left the room, wishing him good luck.
Mark finally had a minute to address his situation. He looked around the room, and saw four metal walls, a metal ceiling, and a metal floor. It was very bland, and he hated it. He reminisced about his old office, wishing he could go back there at least one more time. It was just too risky, according to the FBI, to even associate with anything from his previous life. Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted as a whirring noise erupted behind his back. The floor gave way in front of his chair for a moment, as a full length mirror slid out of the newly created gap. He could see his face, and behind him, a pair of clippers with a short guard on them. Mark recoiled, as much as he could strapped to the chair, in horror, thinking he would have to lose his precious locks. The clippers started to go over his head, automated, as he was almost forced to watch. Mark figured it was better than closing his eyes and imagining it. As the clippers went over his head, the hairs started to turn from a luxurious silky brown to a dirty blonde. Mark was confused, hair didn't just randomly change color, that was impossible. As the clippers whirred over his skull, it got loud and Mark found it easy to tune out his thoughts. After it was done, the clippers receded back into the ground cavity where they came from. Mark got a good look at himself in the mirror, and couldn't remember why he was so sad about getting a haircut. It looked normal to him, short blonde hair in a buzzcut, faded at the sides.
The mirror receded back into the ground as Don and Hugo came back in the room and started to unbuckle him from the chair, asking him how it went. Mark replied that he didn't feel any different from before and wondered what the point of that was. Don and Hugo smirked at eachother, telling him that the procedure still had much to go through.