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CHAPTER ELEVEN ( go for the gold )
FOR BIRD.
It was perhaps more baffling than any other part of this wild expedition thus far, for John B to be holding a giant white FedEx package addressed to him in his own two hands that had just come from a dusty tomb. For Bird, it read.
"That's not gold." Pope voiced, dragging out the first vowel.
No, it wasn't gold. It was something more.
Kiara grunted as she wriggled her way back outside, taking a marvelous gulp of the fresh air instead of the stale kind that had been inside the eerie vault.
"Holy shit." John B uttered, his slightly enlarged eyes gradually moving up to exchange looks of wonder with his friends. "This is from my dad."
The corners of Kiara's lips slowly turned upwards, a happy astonishment gracing her features as Aurora gave a breathy chuckle; her awe-filled eyes still glued to the object in his hands. JJ clicked his silver zippo lighter open and close repeatedly, a small trail of smoke from his blunt billowing up as he stood a few feet away from them; the severely a.d.d. boy having gotten distracted and now only halfway tuning in to their conversation. It was lucky for them that he had, however. Because he was paying attention to the wide, open cemetery, he noticed the pair of beaming headlights making its way towards the group from afar.
"Code red. Code red. Square groupers! Square groupers!" he alerted, spinning swiftly on his heel.
"What?!" Aurora whisper-screamed, eyes bulging.
"Go, go!" Kiara pushed them urgently forwards, all of them scrambling to the other side of the giant tomb; crouching hurriedly down.
"It's the guys who robbed your house!"
"Light!"
"Light." Pope repeated Kiara's instruction, all of them speedily switching off their flashlights, headlamps and lanterns; JJ frantically rubbing his joint on the side of the stone until it sizzled out, ditching it immediately afterwards.
"Turn your light off, man!" Pope hissed, switching off JJ's headlamp for him.
"Your light, John B your light!" Kiara exclaimed, the boy struggling to get it off quick enough.
Eventually, they all went dark, and as soon as they went dark, they went dead silent; the only sound in ear-range were their heavy pants and the wheels of the golf cart squeaking to a halt.
