9.5/10 Gotta love Aerosmith

Hate to burst you bubble, but there will not be any aircraft in Identity.

While this sounds cool, I think that more than just signs that would be changed, things like cars being changed to right hand drive. This could be something done after release though so as to not delay the release.

*Kevin stops by the Chop shop, where he parks his Ranger and heads inside. Once inside he walks up rip the lone mechanic, a man in his early thirties by the name of Ryan, who is sitting with his feet up at the front desk* "Slow day eh?" "Yup" *Ryan doesn't look up from the book he is reading* "Why don't you shut down early, I might need someone to drive the ramp truck" "Might as well" *Ryan takes his feet down and stands up. As the two men are leaving, the lights are turned off, the sign flipped to closed, and the door locked. The two of them get in the shops ramp truck and head over to the seller of the truck. Once there, Kevin discovers that the truck doesn't run. He negotiates with the seller down to one thousand dollars. Once the sale is finalized, Kevin and Ryan load the Chevy onto the ramp truck and set off* "So where are we headed to?" "I have a pace out in Turtle Beach that I like to work on projects like this. And don't worry, you will be paid for driving time" *As they drive off, the sun is high in the sky, and Kevin puts his feet up on the dash*

So you do realize you posted this in the hideout, not the precinct right?

"Sounds good" *Kevin hangs up the phone, and the lack of sleep finally begins to catch up to him. He passes out on the couch, waking up a few hours later, only to head to his actual bed. He wakes up Friday morning, showers, gets dressed, and eats breakfast. He decides to check the local classifieds for any interesting vehicles, when he spots a ad for a 1992 half ton Chevy pickup. After cleaning up from breakfast he calls the poster, then heads out to meet him*

"Well simply put, you have drugs and guns that need to be moved, I have drivers and cars that can do just that. In return, I have several shops, and regularly run events where a lot of money changes hands, which does lead to violence. Not to mention we have in the past had events attacked. So what I want is security in return for the use of my drivers. My drivers will still need to be paid, but I am sure that we can figure out a agreeable figure" *Kevin leans back on his couch, lighting a cigarette while Michael thinks about what was said*

"And there we have the million dollar question don't we. What I want when it comes down to it respect. I am not in the business of blackmail, when it comes down to it I am a street racer, and a car thief. What I want is a equal partnership, which if we are honest was never going to happen before. My crew and I are a non violent bunch, violence is very bad for business, meaning that you where in a power position. Now I have leveled the playing field. Now before anything else, I want you to know that if anything happens to the man who gave me this information, know that you will have a large number of very upset officers 'discover' the fact you are on this island"

"Oh trust me, you really do not want to harm me, or any member of my crew. In fact, in the event that something happens to me, every agency looking to bring you down will know just where you are. While they may not know the exact location, it is really easy to lock a island down, making it a matter of time before someone is hunted down. As to who gave me the information, let me just say that having someone owe you means far more than money, and there are a lot of people who owe me. I must say though, this is quite the read, I truly am impressed with your endeavors since you took over from your father"

*Kevin answers the phone* "Well that is good to hear Mr.Thatcher, however I feel like you may want to think back to that conversation we had back on the docks, as it would be quite a shame is say Interpol where to find out the location of one of there most wanted men. Although I am sure that the folks over at Brixton would be more than happy to have you back with them"

*As the clock ticks past midnight, the party begins to wind down. Kevin walks back to his Mercedes, gets in, and sets of driving into the night. As the hours go past, Kevin decides to head home for the night. Once home, Kevin attempts to fall asleep, unable to thanks to the thoughts swirling around his head* "That bastard knows too much about me, and I know far too little" *Kevin remains sitting on his couch pondering his dilemma as the sun begins to rise, indicating a new day. As the clock passes 6:30, a police car drives past with the sirens blaring. It is at this moment Kevin remembers a name* "Daniel fucking Blake" *Kevin takes a quick cold shower to wake back up, gets changed into a fresh set of clothes, and heads down to the street, hopping into his Ford Ranger. Kevin sets off for downtown, stopping at the police precinct. He walks up to the front desk* "Hi, I am looking for detective Blake" "He just got in, might I ask who is asking for him?" "Tell him it's Kevin McMillan" *The officer walks to the back for a few minutes, before returning* "Detective Blake is free to see you if you would just follow me" "Thank you" *Kevin follows the officer to the back, and is let into a corner office, with a large desk to one end with two leather chairs one the side closest to him, with a third larger chair on the far side, back turned to Kevin* "Kevin McMillan, a name I had hoped to never hear again" "Danny boy, good to see you too buddy" *The chair swivels around to face Kevin* "And it's McNabb now after that nasty business with the mob" *Daniel Blake, a lanky man of Irish descent, with a mess of red hair now faces Kevin, wearing a untucked white shirt, with a tie loosely tied on* "I couldn't give a shit what your name is, what do you want" "Such hostility" *Kevin says as he lounges across one of the chairs, looking at the various degrees and awards on the walls of the office* "I was going to congratulate you on your success, but if you want to skip right to business" *Kevin leans in* "You still owe me, so I have come to call it in. After this is done, you can pretend that we never met" "What do you need" "I need information on a group going by the name Bad Company Rangers mc. More specifically someone higher up named Michael. I don't have a last name for you" *Kevin slides a piece of paper across the desk* "That's a burner email you can send the info on. After this we will be even" *Kevin gets up and leaves the precinct, heading home. After a few hours, he gets a email notification, it reads* "Meet me at the abandoned quarry outside town asap -B" *Kevin heads out in his Ranger to the quarry, where he waits for a few minutes before a black crown Vic dives up, and detective Blake steps out with a large folder in his hands* "I thought you didn't want to see me again?" "I didn't, but I figured we used to be friends, and you did save my life. In that folder is everything I could find on the Bad Company Rangers, and it is a lot. Various illegal activities, some confirmed with no real evidence, some suspected. And that Michael character is the international president, who dropped off the earth after breaking out of jail around the same time you got out. He is wanted by everyone, Interpol, the FBI, DEA, and every agency in between. As a old friend, I have to ask you to not antagonize these guys. If Michael is really on this island or not they are a force to be reckoned with, compared to these guys, you will be wishing for the mob to be after you" "Danny, buddy, I'm the most careful person you know" *Kevin laughs as he heads back to his truck with the folder* "You mean used to know" "Yea yea, whatever. Have a good life Danny" "You too" *The two of them get into there vehicles, Kevin heading home to go through the folder*

Honestly, if I can wear a giant chicken suit, I would be willing to be a street racer by night, and a sign waver by day

Not going to lie, it's the only song by him I actually enjoy

8/10

*Kevin, realizing that he isn't getting through to Michael takes the 100 Grand and walks back to his truck. Once there he takes the gun out of his waistband, unloads the magazine, and places it and the money in his glove box, which he locks. Kevin then drives over to the Chop shop and heads inside after grabbing the money out of the glove box, where he can see that his car has been wheeled back inside, and heads to his office. Kevin unlocks the safe sitting inside, placing the money inside. He locks it up and sits in the office chair* "300 fucking grand to move some guns around, there is no way in hell that is everything that's going on. And now I get the headache of getting them there share without the government getting suspicious, there is no garage on this earth with bonuses of 100K" *Kevin gets up and heads back to his truck, he drives back to his apartment where he parks it before getting into his Mercedes, and heads back to the warehouse where the party is still raging. Once there, Kevin gets out of his car and joins in, all of his troubles temporarily forgotten*

*Kevin turns and heads towards his truck, tossing the keys to the M3 over to his head mechanic, while he thinks back to the countless hours he spent rebuilding rally car engines after they where involved in a race. He hops in the cab of his truck, and just as he is about to set off he notices a missed call on his phone. As he sets off, making sure that Rosso is following him, he plays the message* "Who does this guy think he is" *As Kevin pulls up to warehouse at the harbor that Rick had told him was the meeting point, he reaches into the glove box and pulls out his custom 1911, checks that it is loaded, and stuffs it into his waistband before hopping out of the truck. Once Rosso gets out of his car, they walk into the warehouse. Once inside, Kevin ignores Michael and walks up to Elexis* "I have some bad news, Rick was in a fairly major accident earlier today, all I really know is that he was t-boned, and is in a coma right now" *Kevin then turns to Michael* "Before anything else happens, you need to realize something, I do not work for you, my drivers do not work for you. I am willing to work with you, if you figure that out. I will hold up my end of this bargain, but if you cannot accept that, then I guess you will have to risk getting busted yourself, because I am the only person on this island who would ever consider working with you. I would also suggest getting a fucking listed phone number, because I am not just at your beck and call, and I will just ignore any unlisted numbers that call me, do you understand me"

"If that's true, then you really want to get that thing out, when it fails, and it will, that will cost you a small fortune. Besides, you would be better off using that as a show car. And I wasn't calling you old, but now that I know your age" *One of Kevin's street captains walk up and congratulate him on winning the race, pulling him into a bro hug before giving him a monster and walking off* "Thanks man" *Kevin holds up the drink, then turns back to Rosso* "One of my drivers where in a accident earlier today, so I have a job that needs to get done, it will pay good if you are interested I will drive you over to where the pick up point is"

*Kevin sits behind the wheel of his car, tuning out the sound of the crowd, of the music, and of the two cars sat next to each-other on the line, visualizing each step of the race. Visualizing each gear change, and each corner. He snaps back into reality as the starter walks inbetween the two cars. The starter counts down from three, dropping the flag, and before it hits the ground, the two cars launch off the line. The lighter M3 getting a slightly better start, but the Porsche takes a early lead due to the anti-lag system. As the BMW's larger turbo finishes spooling up, the lighter car catches, then gains a small lead on the Porsche, going into the first corner, with the BMW gaining a larger lead through it. As the two cars hit the straight after, the Porsche re-takes the lead. The lead is exchanged throughout the entire race, with the BMW able to overtake on the longer straits, and through the corners, but the Porsche getting more power down low allows for an advantage immediately following the turns, and through the shorter straights. As the two cars exit the final fast corner, the two of them are neck and neck, but the Porsche begins to pull slightly ahead to Kevin's amazement as he looks at his speedo reading 145 km/h, and with the final straight rapidly getting shorter, Kevin reaches down and hits the button for the NOS he had installed, launching the lighter, newer car past the Porsche, and crossing the finish line a single car length in-front at over 220 km/h. Kevin Brings the BMW to a stop several hundred meters further down the road, turns the car around and comes to a stop in the middle of a growing cheering crowd. Kevin opens the door and steps out, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his jeans and lights one. He as he starts to walk towards Rosso's Porsche, Jack intercepts him* "We have a issue, Rick was in a car wreck this morning, he was t-boned, and is in a coma right now" "You have to be fucking kidding me, he was supposed to be doing a job tonight, fuck. Thanks for letting me know, make sure that the others know so they can visit him in the hospital" *Kevin walks up to Rosso* "I gotta say, you did better than I thought. If you actually have a anti-lag system in there like I think you do, I would suggest getting it out of there before you blow your engine, hell, when I have the time to I am going to do a total engine rebuild. All that aside, if you are interested, I can always use more drivers who have a decent head on there shoulders, so if you are bored of being a boring old business man, just let me know and I almost always have work available to those who want it, and don't mind risking some serious jail time"

*Kevin drives his M3 onto the dyno and runs the test, reading 593 hp, with 515 ft-lbs of torque. Kevin backs it off and gets it into position, before stepping out and approaching Rosso* "I will say this, the people I race, usually do away with the theatrics, after all, weight is just as, if not more important than raw power. And remember, until that flag drops, no one will hold it against you to back out"

"Happens more than you might expect, people thinking that they can beat the king" *Kevin drinks the last bit of monster before tossing the empty can into the bed of his truck* "This is the first time in a while I will admit. Right, I have my shops dyno right over there" *Kevin points at the rolling road set up* "So what do you say we test both of these cars, make sure no one has gone over, then lets get to racing"

*Kevin wakes up to the sound of his alarm clock ringing at 8am, the morning of the race. He gets out of bed, goes into the kitchen and makes his-self a breakfast sandwich, takes a shower, and heads down to the shop to make the prepare for the night. Once he arrives, several of the mechanics that work for him are already there loading the rolling road onto a trailer* "I see everyone got started before I got here" "We figured the more time we have to get everything set up, the better" "Good call" *Kevin heads inside of the shop to do the final checks on the car, making sure that everything is in proper shape, before he heads into the office, and comes out holding several cans of spray paint. He heads back outside to check on the progress everyone else has made so far, and helps with securing the dyno to the trailer. Once that is done, a second truck with a trailer is backed up to the entrance of the garage, where the BMW is loaded onto the trailer. Once everything is secured, the small convoy of vehicles move to the race location. Once there, Kevin's car is unloaded first, followed by the rolling road, set up to the side of the start line. Once the dyno is set up, Kevin sends most of the mechanics home, and calls some of his drivers, and racers* "Get down to the abandoned warehouse on 10th and Orchard, I have a race that needs to be set up" *Once his people start to arrive, Kevin directs them to set up everything, such as painting the start and the finish lines. A few hours pass, and as race time draws near, spectators begin to show up. Kevin notices a old Porsche 911 driving up slowly, with the engine sounding highly tuned* "And so he arrives" *Kevin leans on the hood of his car sipping a can of monster, as his phone rings in the cab of his truck, unheard over the music playing. Spectators are mostly around the finish line, with some on the last strait stretch, and a brave few in the corners*

*Kevin wakes up at 730am, showers, eats some breakfast, and heads down to the Underground chop shop. He arrives at 9am, and begins doing system checks on the engine to make sure that it is still running properly. Once he is satisfied, he gives his mechanic a call* "Hey man, don't worry about coming down later today, I think that the car is running damn near perfect right now, I am just going to be working on hitting the last few apexes just right" *Kevin hangs up, and takes the car outside. As he is driving towards the course, he hits a long strait stretch* "I mean, it would be a insult for me not to do it" *As the light turns green, the M3 takes off like a cheetah on high on coke, hitting the 100 km/h mark in just over 3 seconds, hitting the 200 km/h mark a little over 6 seconds later. With a corner rapidly approaching, Kevin starts to apply the brakes, rapidly slowing the car back down to 100, when he hits the corner, the car staying in shape, no hint of under-steer, with only the tiniest hint of over-steer. Kevin starts taking large deep breaths as he slows the car back down to the speed limit* "Okay, so she can hit corners with a bit more speed than I was expecting" *Kevin pulls into a diner and decides to get some lunch while he calms down a bit more, and after eating, he heads off to the race course where he begins to drive through the course slowly, talking his-self through each stage of the race, and what he will be doing at each part. As he rounds the last corner he says* "I should be coming out at over 100, I will hit the strait, hammer down. If he is anywhere close to me, I hit the nitrous around here, I should be hitting the finish line at over 200 with the nitrous, if not, around 160. I got this" *Kevin heads back to the start, and begins to practice his launch, as well as hitting the apex's of the corners, after practicing for several hours, he refuels the car, and heads back to the garage. Once there he lifts the car off the ground be a few feet, removes the rims, and takes the old tires off, replacing them with a fresh set, before putting the rims back on the car, and closing the shop up for the night. He heads home, has a late dinner, and heads to bed early*

*Kevin gets back to the BMW where everyone is waiting for him to arrive* "So, I take it that you guys have a upper number for me then" "We believe that if you wait for 9 to 10 thousand revs, you are going to be getting the most power each gear, and with the seven speed gearbox you have, I don't think you will be left wanting as far as keeping on the power" "Alright, lets get back to testing then" *After driving, and running test for several hours, everyone is taking a short break. Kevin pulls out his phone and checks his email* "We have the course selected, and it is going to be Wednesday" "So we have a day and a half for you to get this figured out" "Exactly, I am feeling good about my shift times, I think it is time for me to practice getting off the line perfect, depending on what he is bringing to the table, that could be the deciding factor" *Kevin gets back in the car, turns it on, and begins to practice getting the car off the line, up to the first gear change. As the sun starts to go down Kevin parks the car again* "I am defiantly running low on fuel by now, but I am feeling good about this, lets go get her refueled, then lets run some laps of the track" *After stopping at a gas station and refueling, the group of them arrive at the start point* "He actually challenged you on this route" "I sent him some choices, it is not his fault he chose this one, there is no way he knows about my racing, he wouldn't have challenged me" *After spending a few hours driving the route, Kevin pulls back into the makeshift pit that has been set up* "I am an idiot" *Kevin turns to his mechanic* "Do we still have that carbon fiber trunk lid that guy ordered just before he was busted" "I think so" "Alright, lets call it a night. I'm going to head back to the shop and swap out the trunk lids, then tomorrow we are going to get the timing perfected. Then tomorrow night, we will swap the tires for the fresh ones I have sitting at the shop. So go home and rest up the lot of you" *Kevin heads back to the shop where he gets to work putting the new trunk lid on, and swapping the spoiler over. Once he is done, he heads home where he eats a late dinner before heading to bed*

*Kevin writes out two phone numbers and hands them to Michael* "Outside of myself, you wont get better drivers this side of the pacific. One you had a run in with a few days ago, I believe some rifles where pointed at people. If you are concerned about trusting them, you have my word that they will move heaven and hell to make sure that the job is finished. Now if you will excuse me, I have a car to train on" *Kevin starts to walk down the pier back to his truck*