BROOKLYN ROUTLEDGE, twin sister
to John B Routledge, is thrusted into a
whirlwind of an adventure when her father goes missing at sea. Brooklyn and John B rope
their closest friends into their adventure,
and they drag them from place to place, f...
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𝟎𝟕𝟗. 𝐟𝐢𝐳𝐳, 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞, 𝐩𝐨𝐩
dynamite ──── taio cruz
☀︎ 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐥𝐲𝐧'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯
𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖥𝖮𝖫𝖫𝖮𝖶𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖬𝖮𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦，𝖶𝖤 𝖥𝖨𝖭𝖣 𝖮𝖴𝖱𝖲𝖤𝖫𝖵𝖤𝖲 𝖶𝖠𝖳𝖢𝖧𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖲𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖧'𝖲 𝖦𝖴𝖠𝖱𝖣𝖲 𝖥𝖱𝖮𝖬 𝖠𝖢𝖱𝖮𝖲𝖲 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖶𝖠𝖳𝖤𝖱．They're just sitting there, likely waiting to hear orders from Singh, but if we want to progress on and follow the map to El Dorado so we can find the others, we need to get these guards away and out of sight.
I'm sitting beside Kiara in the boat, peering over her shoulder as she reads off the map that we were given by Barracuda Mike. We know there's a dirt path behind the guards that leads up a hill towards El Dorado. Yes, a hill, but we need to get to John B and Sarah. We need to make sure they're okay and alive.
"Hey." We look to Emory who we find to be holding dynamite sticks. My eyes widen, not expecting that to be in the hands of somebody like her. "This Barry Mike guy is wild," she comments, grinning at the sticks of dynamite like they're the most beautiful things in the world.
"Barracuda Mike," JJ corrects, his voice below a whisper.
"What are you doing?" I ask, reaching out to snatch the sticks from her but she yanks her hand back, keeping a tight grip on the dynamite.
"I've got an idea." She chucks one of the sticks to JJ that he barely catches. Bless. She then throws another stick of dynamite towards Pope.
I pout, feeling a twinge of jealousy at not being gifted a stick of dynamite. "I wanna throw one."
"You cannot be trusted," Emory bites out, acting like she knows me well enough to make that kind of judgement. Whatever. I don't need to throw dynamite even though I really, really want to.
I frown, casting a glance at JJ. Now, because he loves me and because I have the biggest puppy-dog eyes in the world, he falls for my charm. "I'll let you throw one," he whispers, dragging a hand down my back.
I kiss his cheek. "You're the best."
Across from the guards, we find a wooden hideout where we can throw the dynamite without being caught. Well, hopefully we don't get caught. We don't have much luck in, well, anything, but I hope we don't get caught otherwise we'll be dead, dead.
