It was Myra’s turn. “Charles. Fergus. You are going to have to create new identities for both me and Annie. We can keep our first names. No need to get too confused. Also, establish a presence on some social media. Not too much. Us seniors are not very tech-savvy.” Laughter broke out among the crowd. “A Facebook page or Instagram. None of the other stuff.”
“Got it.” Charles and Fergus were quite familiar with the drill.
“Myra Regan? Annie Dresden? Does that work for you?”
“Okay with me,” Annie answered. “I’ll be able to use my good luggage.”
“Ditto,” Myra chimed in.
“We’ll get right on it.”
“Good. Annie and I have to fill out interest forms before they will interview us.”
“Will have it done in two hours,” Fergus promised. “Annie, do you want to be widowed or divorced?”
“Neither. I want to be one of those crazy cat ladies.” She raised her eyebrows.
“Perfect. They’ll try to talk you into letting them oversee your finances.”
“Myra. Children?”
“Yes, but I’ve disowned them.”
“I think there shouldn’t be any ties to family. This will make the acceptance process easier, I am certain,” Charles said.
“Good point,” Myra agreed. “Maybe I should be divorced from my ex who has passed away. He had a son. We don’t speak. Big estate issues.”
“Excellent. You are beginning to create your new personas,” Fergus remarked.
“We’re pros!” Annie chuckled.
“Do you think anyone else needs a cover?” Charles asked.
Everyone looked at one another. No one voiced a yay or nay.
“First thing, Charles, Fergus, post the jobs for Yoko, Izzie, and Kathryn,” Myra said.
“It should be relatively easy, since that part of their system doesn’t seem to be as secure as their financial server,” Charles replied.
“Have at it,” Myra said.
“What if people inquire?” Izzie asked. “Like when I show up for work?”
“I’ll have emails from the corporate headquarters offering all three of you the jobs at the appointed facility,” Fergus added.
“Give us a couple of hours,” Charles said.
“Alright, let’s plan to recon tomorrow morning. By then, we’ll have all our ducks in a row,” Fergus said.
“I plan on going back to the hospital by ten,” Maggie reminded them.
“Does eight o’clock work for everyone?” Charles asked.
Nods and affirmative responses went around the monitors.
“Right. See everyone tomorrow. Mind as you go.” Fergus signed off, and everyone else followed.
Myra and Annie left Charles and Fergus to their devices and returned to the kitchen.
