Only Ones Who Know

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THE FINAL LEVEL.

"Here's what we're gonna do," Lucas swallows for a moment, before he starts gesturing with his hands, "I—I saw this one the TV once, but I think it'll work great!" Mike winces at that while Dustin whimpers, "we're gonna fan out and run a play that I saw was called: The Double Reverse Refrigerator. Some famous football guy did it—" El groans for him to get right to the point as the men in motorcycles continue to approach where they stand, "Dustin, you go up the left side. I'll go up the right," Lucas gestures to where he's talking about, while the rest listens, "Mike and El, you'll draw the defense, so Will can go up the middle."

At the absence of her name, the [h/c] girl frowns, "what about me? I'll go with Will." She gestures to the boy whose cheeks flushes a faint pink. But Lucas shakes his head.

"No. There's something else....we need you to do."

As Lucas' eyes motions to the oncoming men, [Name]'s face dawns with realization and she nods. As everyone fans out to their respective places for their roles, Will stumbles for a moment, before looking back to the girl.

"You be careful."

[Name] gives her a faint smile. When everyone's gone, she looks over to the radio conveniently placed on an upturned rock, and she smirks as the men unmount their motorcycles, cracking their knuckles.

"You guys like to dance?"

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"Hey! Over here! Come and get us!" Mike and El release laughter, the men after them either takes off after with their motorcycles or by foot. Mike found himself feeling the adrenaline coursing through his veins, the sudden knowledge of his mastery of physical defense and offense causing his heart to hammer.

Dustin continues onward, trying to avoid getting his pathway tangled with everyone in the crossfire since his character does not enable him to fight back. As he releases pants and wheezes, his heart continue to pound against his chest as fear continue to overtake his form.

Lucas, meanwhile, found himself trying to find a way up the statue. The jewel hangs heavy on his pocket, and his palms sudden turn clammy as he grips the torch tightly. The jungle continued to remain dark despite the light, and he now and then glances behind him incase somebody had followed him. When he looks forward the fourth time, he almost stumbles as his eyes land on the large creature running towards him.

He releases a whimper as he clutches on the torch, "Oh, man...okay...." he knees are wobbly, his chest now pounding so hard and loud that he wonders when his ears will burst, "stop!"

The elephant shokingly listens, and it gazes into his own dark brown eyes, as he swallows shakily. Lucas slowly holds out his hands, an indication that he holds no animosity and does not plan on attacking the creature, "It's the elephant and the mouse...." he titters, mostly to himself, before gulping again, sweat trickling down his temple, "w—what's up? Mouse Finbar, zoologist."

He slowly nods his head as the elephant continue to remain silent unsurprisingly, "zoologist and...and backpack guy."

He feels his knees almost give out at the silence.

On the other end of Will, he managed to steal a motorcycle from one of the goons he managed to knock unconscious. He remains with his eyes trained ahead, heart beating so fast as he tries to reassure himself in his mind.

As he gazes up to the Jaguar statue, he swallows down his apprehensiveness and fear before speeding more just below and near the statue. But his eyes widens as he sees what's infront of him.