✲ .｡ ﾟ ﾟ｡. ✲ ❛ THE PHANTOM ❜ ✲ .｡ ﾟ ﾟ｡. ✲ S 01 E 10
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We stood at the deck, watching him drive out for a few moments before I broke the silence, turning on my heel. There wasn't time to be emotional— we were still wanted, and our lives were over. It was game time.
JJ was still close behind, his hand gently grabbing my arm and catching my attention.
"You okay?" He asked, and I nodded before taking a deep breath.
"Yeah. Two months isn't that long, right?" I brushed my hair out of my face momentarily before nudging the top of his boot with my own mud-covered sneaker. "You?"
"I'm good. He won't let us down a second time," He nodded, turning back to face Pope and Kie, who were still on the dock.
"I'm sorry for... acting like a dumbass," Pope began, and my eyebrows furrowed. "I was just upset and I was acting petty..."
"Yeah."
"...And I just...."
"It's okay," She assured him, lifting her head. I nudged JJ in the ribs, our eyes glued to the couple.
"Wanna be friends again," Pope's voice dipped and became softer, and my chest squeezed on his behalf. Then, they embraced in a hug.
Huzzah. No more fighting.
We watched as they pulled back for a second, looking at each other.
Then they kissed.
"Now that is what I call a development," I leaned towards JJ and whispered, which made him smile. "All right! Newfound lovers! I hate to break it up but we have got to go. Like now."
They both nodded and walked back down the dock, only for a black SUV and a cop car to pull up.
Shit.
Both Kie and I immediately put our hands up as the cops exited the car, While Pope kept walking forward. "Pope—"
"Move! Hands up! Hands up!" A man with a jacket with an SBI logo on it shouted, his gun raised.
"Pope, hands!" Kie shouted, the two boys putting their hands in the air immediately as the swarm of officers crowded around us. My chest vibrated with the speed of my heart, my stomach knotted in fear.
"We're too late," Shoupe sighed.
"He's gone. God damn it!" The agent shouted, obviously frustrated.
"Bratcher, have your guys stand down. Let me talk to these kids," The white-haired man that we knew all too well walked up, looking at the four of us. "All right, where the hell is he? Where the hell is he? JJ? I see you're living up to your name."
