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"We go in there, guns-a-blazin', make Ward Cameron beg for mercy, abscond with as much gold as possible and vamanos, get the hell out of there. Down the intracoastal." JJ explains the plan in beautiful detail.

"Wait for the weather." Kie adds.

"Exit to Cuba." Pope finishes.

"Cuba? No, man, Xcalak, Jewel of the Yucatan. Lobsters so thick, mangoes, and no word for money." JJ says, eyes lighting up like he just saw a puppy.

"What is your obsession with Yucatan?" I ask, picking away at the skin around my nails, again.

I don't know why, but this whole gold thing was getting to me a lot more today. I thought we could trust Ward. He let John B live with him, practically took him in off the streets of the Cut. First he kills Big John, then attacks John B? I mean, everyone wants to be 400 million dollars richer but I don't think that murder is the way to go.

"What? It's a nice area. Always wanted to go." He shrugs.

"I know, I've seen the thousands of posters you have in your room." I look up from my hands with a smile. He smiles widely and rolls his eyes.

John B took a back road into the runway, parking the Twinkie far enough nehind the gate for it to not be seen. He gets hired to do labor work all the time for this place, so he knows this place like the back of his hand. I guess it can have its perks.

"So.. what's the plan?" Kie asks as we climb out of the Twinkie, one by one.

"I don't think we got that far." Pope admits.

"Guys, we never have a plan." I say, walking away from the Twinkie and towards the gate, the sound of gravel and dirt crunching beneath me as I walk.

"Yeah, and look at where that's gotten us." JJ scoffs.

Suddenly, a car horn beeps from the other side of the fence. It was the Cameron's.

"There's Ward." John B says, lifting the binoculars to his eyes. I watch as a tall figure gets out of the drivers seat of the car, only recognizing it to be the one and only Ward Cameron.

The movement of the passenger car door catches my eyes as I watch it be swung open, Sarah climbing out of the passenger seat. I furrow my brows in confusion.

"It's Sarah." John B says, almost like a question.

"She's with him?" JJ asks.

John B stays silent and we all watch as Sarah walks towards a bundle of workers loading something into a moving truck. She points to something, and then Ward rushes up behind her, pulling her away.

He says something, and then she yanks her arm away, walking back toward the car. Ward rushes over to her and grips both of her arms, pulling her towards the large plane. She shouts and all I can hear are faint little "no"'s.

"Wait a minute. He's hurting her." John B mutters kid enough for us to here.

"What?" I grab the binoculars out of his hand and hold them to my eyes, my vision becoming massively increased, and I can see Sarah and her father much more clearly now.

Yep, he was hurting her. And in the split second I had the binoculars shielding the world from my peripheral vision, John B was rushing away.

"Wait, so she... what?" JJ starts, rambling on. "Hey, what are you doing?!" Pope shouts, his loud voice distracting me, making me pull the binoculars away from my face and turn around. John B was climbing back into the Twinkie, sweat beading around his face.