Mikky Ekko - Who Are You Really?

"You have a problem dude" Dick told Weevil as he sat down at the table and opened the bag that Daisy handed him, shifting through the bundle of clothes and burner phones. "That is not an ID" he declared gesturing to the small console device that the other man held in his hands. Weevil raked his impatient gaze over the other man's appearance, noting that his loose surfer-boy hair was now cropped short and that the remnants of his blonde hair sitting in the corner.

"I'm not cleaning that up…" he informed the 09er as he rolled his eyes.

"It's a card printer from the Neptune Grand security office, it's got holographic overlays and is as close to the quality DMV as you can get" Daisy explained as she started to set up the wires. "I figured if we had to get you some new temp identities then we didn't want to involve more people than absolutely necessary."

"Loose lips can't leak what they don't know. Smart" Mac agreed as she came into the room. Her dark hair was still damp, and she'd taken the time to change into the outfit that Daisy had procured for her, although they were much more form-hugging than she would have normally chosen for herself.

"Sizing looks good." Daisy nodded as Mac smoothed down the grey t-shirt self-consciously, her eyes flicking over towards Dick and then back to Daisy.

"Veronica's alive… at least she was about an hour ago" Weevil told Mac solemnly.

"How?" Dick asked, frowning. He'd known from Mac's expletives and furious clicking at the laptop earlier that the Coastguard hadn't found anything beyond the Maverick and an empty life-raft, it was being blamed on drunken pranks. There had been no mention of Veronica, and he highly doubted she was secretly a mermaid to get her petite blond ass back to shore.

Even if she did have a Siren's effect on Logan luring him to his ruin.

"My Cell, she must have gotten hold of it somehow but no one's been able to contact her since.. she couldn't even give much of a location… an island" Weevil elaborated, silently thankful for the loss of his phone since they'd been on the Jet-ski deck as he rubbed his jaw with the base of his palm. Elec had called him on the ride over, shit was going down tonight beyond his little adventures at sea, there had been a raid at one of their stash houses and Thumper was using his absence to fuel a revolution. He was claiming the attention from Sheriff Lamb because of Veronica's search for Logan was putting the gang at unnecessary risk, for not upholding their brotherhood after Felix and the alleged news about Logan being responsible for the bus crash which had claimed another PCHer, Elec's younger brother Cervando. Trouble was brewing and lines formed between his brows. Whatever went down when this was all over, it would never be alright again.

Take a deep breath, hold on tight.

"Where did all this rain come from?" Toni yawned as he climbed out of his seat. His shoulders visibly slumped as he looked around their little impromptu command centre. "Too much to hope this was all just some bad tequila?" he sighed, folding his muscled arms across his chest, quirking an eyebrow at Daisy.

"No one's asking you to stay big guy" she smiled weakly.

"I am!" Dick protested, and even to his own ears that sounded a little cowardly, but that wasn't his intention. He'd stay here with Mac, but he didn't want to be the only thing between her and those guys coming for his miniature cyber-spook. His typical lustful interest seemed to have simmered down into something even more insidious… concern. Besides all their wordless horny communication, seems he was rather fixated on her safety too. That was… unsettling.

Mac's mind was reeling, small, calculated data processing, her fingers itched to get back onto her computer and go hacking into the Sheriff's department again to track that cell phone. Veronica was alive… or they'd had confirmation that she was in the last hour. There had been no disturbance from the Amazon Echo she'd been eavesdropping on the Blue Moon with, from the sounds, it was practically a ghost ship but if what Weevil had revealed was true. Then it had been for nothing. She was no longer on board.

So where was she?

"Let's solve the parts we can" Daisy's voice was soft and Mac felt the air fill her lungs in quick, choppy bursts.

"I won't be able to do much from here soon. They will track the IP." Mac informed her quietly.

Weevil massaged his temples with his fingers. "Okay… I might have an idea"

He couldn't help Veronica yet, Elec had said he was working on something but he wouldn't elaborate. Weevil could help Mac and Dick though stay one step ahead of the Kane's. His uncle had that Winnebago in his yard, they'd use it occasionally when some of his guys needed to lay low, if he switched out the plates and let shorty here do her thing, hack the DMV, register it under the new information. They could get mobile, seems Surfer Boy had already embraced changing up his looks to avoid detection. He had no idea where they would go, but it was an option he could think about now he wasn't trying to figure out how to evade Lamb's manhunt for Echolls. A vein fluttered in his forehead, he was a gang-leader… but this was a wealthy deranged tech mogul with Russian Goons, State Officials and the Sheriff's Departments in his pocket.

It was a regular fucking party. Scratch the surface on that shiny upper echelons and it was just as dirty underneath as anyplace he knew.

"That camper you mentioned? Can you make it happen?" Daisy asked. He nodded, standing up and reaching for his phone. Poor kid looked like a wounded beast, their world was tilting, and sooner or later hysterics were going to set in if she didn't keep them moving. Antonio occasionally joked with her about having such a high staff turnover because her bossy take-no-prisoners approach to life made her meddle into convincing her wayward underlings to flee the nest for better things. Consequence of being a military brat she supposed. "Okay, let's be useful" Daisy said, giving the burners to Dick. "Assign each of us one of these, transfer the numbers into the contacts"

"These are flip phones? And they have buttons?" his puzzled tone drew Mac's attention, as if sensing her gaze on him, he looked up and her face heated.

"Yeah, it's very 2003. It's all they had." Daisy shot back. "Can you handle it?"

I'd rather handle Mac… but sure…

"Yeah" he quipped, rolling his eyes, anything to distract himself from that flushed look on Mac's face, or how much he wanted to use those dimples of Venus on her lower back as thumb cushions..

"Geoff gave me some discs, drivers or something, but this isn't really my area, new clothes, some get away cash from Logan's gambling wins he'd kept stashed at my place in case his dad won that trial and got out" Daisy told the shorter girl as she handed over the discs. She'd mentioned that Logan rented her the property he'd bought when he'd evicted Weevil a few months ago. Apparently, he'd been using it as secret back up plan if Aaron Echolls won his trial, essentially getting away with murder.

"Getting your Boyfriend involved now?" Toni said shaking his head.

"He thinks it's a side hustle for the bar with the PCHers and Sal, I haven't told him anything" Daisy assured him.

"I should probably get into the county records office, get some birth&death certificates, new identities will be easier if we have real social security numbers from those who died in infancy. In case we ever get pulled over" Mac sighed. Was she really planning that far ahead?

"What's the point of creating new identities if we can't pick a cool name?" Dick protested.

"The point is to get you off the grid someplace safe until this can be resolved" Toni reminded him firmly.

"Well can we at least get some choice in the name? So it's I dunno.. easier to remember?" he asked, snapping one of the phones shut.

"Sure, you're John Smith" Daisy sighed sarcastically as she began loading the plastic cards.

"Best we just stick to something inconspicuous and not as obvious" Toni told Mac.

"Might as well add a few inches while I'm at it" Mac muttered incomprehensibly under her breath selecting a template and loading up the certificates. She took the new license plate information from Weevil and set to work.

Admiring her handy work, Toni whistled in awe, shaking his head. "I've seen a lot of these trying to sneak through that door, this is some nice work" he complimented as he handed the ID back to Mac. He'd been helping to perfect her methodology. Seems having a resident Bouncer as a second opinion was an opportune advantage.

"We can download the e-certificates and social security cards to use electronically too" Mac stuttered, stiffening as Dick slid the phone he'd prepared for her into the back pocket of her jeans while he leaned over her shoulder to look at the screen.

"Is this mine?" he asked, his breath tickling her neck, it took her a few moments to realise he was talking about the ID on the counter despite the lazy certainty that filled his expression. Mutely she nodded.

What was his point with all of this teasing?

"Richard Head. Cool" he nodded admiring his handsome picture, and Daisy pursed her lips to suppress a grin.

Revenge for the shower, you ass!

"Yeah, that way you can keep using your first name" Mac said innocently as she stepped away to pick up the cup of coffee Toni offered.

Unable to hold back any longer Weevil left the room with a deep chuckle, erupting into a hearty belly laugh despite the craziness of their situation.

"Hey!" Dick huffed as he finally realised what on Earth his companion found so amusing with the name on his fake ID.