The old friend

"Roni?" Percy asked in confusion when he opened the door his bedroom. Veronica Hernandez was his oldest friend. They knew each other since they were in dippers. She exclusively went by Roni to all. Roni had dark short hair styled in a messy punk rocker look. She was dressed as in her usual dark leather jacket over her back top with leather pants. She was a slender tall girl but had noticeable rack and a cute ass that always looked good in the tight pants she was always in. Percy saw that she was in her biker boots meaning that she had rode her R1 over.

"I need you to help me with something Percy," Roni said and brushed past him into his room. Percy noticed she had duffle bag with her as she unslung it and open it.

"What the hell!" Percy remarked as Roni pulled out the very helmet and collar that he just saw on the news report. "Why do you that?"

"My cousin..." Roni started and shook her head. "Nevermind... I have it but I think they're on to me..." She blurted as she darted to Percy's window and peeked out. "I need you to keep it for me...just until I figure out what do next," Roni said turning back to face her friend.

Percy reluctantly took the items from his Roni, "What the hell..." he muttered as held the helmet and collar in his hands.

Roni turned back to the window and was looking out, peering up and down the street. "I could have sworn there was someone after me...must have lost them in traffic..." she said her attention still outside her back to Percy.

Percy looked at the collar and helmet once more. He had them. He really had them.