A Can of Coke

Spy Games part 1

JJ

Yesterday was so fucking frustrating! We went through all that effort just for nothing to be on that god damn ship! 

I fixated my gaze to the teddy bear in front of me and squeezed the gun's trigger in my hand. 

BANG!

The shot smashed through its chest, and the poor thing started to bleed stuffing. 

Haha nice

BANG!

"What was that?" I taunted the teddy bear. 

BANG!

"That's what I thought, man."

"JJ!"

I took off my noise-cancelling head phones and looked at a panicked Pope. 

What was the matter this time?

"They know!" He began pacing. 

"What?"

"They know!" He underlined. 

Okay, he was talking about Rafe and Topper, no wonder he was panicking. 

"All right, chill, bro. All right? They don't know shit." I tried to reassure him, aiming to shoot the destroyed bear again. 

Pope pulled down my arm and shakily said, "Topper knows I sunk his boat."

Unsure of Pope's fear, I nonchalantly asked, "How do you know they know?"

"Because Rafe and Topper posted outside of Heyward's and mad dogged me."

Okay, that was a very valid reason to be panicking, and part of me wanted to join Pope in his hysterics, but I was the cool, care-free friend of the group-- so I had to play it off. 

"Will you calm down and get a grip, man? They don't know shit."

"They have cameras. They could've seen me."

"There was no power. How could they have seen you?" I said, trying to convince myself along with Pope. 

"It's Figure Eight. They got generators. They don't give scholarships to kids who vengefully sink boats. It's not a good look on my transcript." Pope began spiraling into an anxious panic so I quickly grabbed his shoulders and stared him straight in the face. 

"Enough with the regret, bro!They caved your face in. They hit us, we hit them. It's the law of the jungle." 

I kept a hard steady stare. Topper deserved what we did to him. No Kook gets to beat on a Pogue--to beat on Pope--and get away with it. No way in hell. 

"Now, if any Kooks come up to you and ask if you had anything to do with it, you walk up to 'em, look 'em right in the eye, and..."

"Deny the living shit out of it."

I nodded, while tapping Pope's shoulder. 

"That's right. Deny, deny, deny."

"But just for safety, we don't go anywhere without protection. And we should go get Crickett too. The three of us are secret outlaws now and I don't think we should split up until Rafe and Topper cool off." 

"Alright then, off to Abuela's!" I called (secretly smiling to myself.) 

I mean, if Pope and I had to hide from the Kooks...might as well get some bonding time with Crick, right? 

Oh God I can just imagine John B choke-holding me for thinking that. Oh well. He lost her. He had his chance-- and I wasn't going to miss anymore of mine.