𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒, 𝗉𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽

28: 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗

The group had decided to go along with Pope's plan on getting John B out by the ferry. Currently, four out of the five sat in the car as Pope goes to get a ticket for his friend. Meanwhile, inside the vehicle, John B's seat is still laid back as he keeps his head down as they were in a public place.

The Heyward boy walks to grab a ticket, only to sigh beneath his breath when he sees the sign saying the ferry was closed. However, he immediately ignores that when his eyes catch sight of a piece of paper, taking it from the stand. The words 'WANTED' is printed at the top with a picture of John B beneath it, his full name printed in-between the picture and the word.

Cursing quietly to himself, Pope holds the paper tightly in his hands as he walks back to the vehicle is friends were in, the Carrera sisters tensing when they get a few glances their way as the boy was mumbling things to himself while walking back.

"Okay, so, bad news. The ferry's closed, and there is this." Pope informs, handing the paper to them as he gets back into the car.

"Well, John B, this is a good framer of you." JJ comments.

"Okay, so the whole island's looking for John B right now." Pope states.

"That's a lot of money." Kie points out.

"Congratulations, John B. You're now famous." JJ jokes as he hands the poster to his friend.

"Guys, we got to get to the HMS. We need small, no running lights--" Y/n starts.

"It's at the Chateau, Y/n." John B interrupts her.

"And I wonder if the cops got the entire place staked out. Let me think. Oh, yeah. No. They definitely have that place locked down." JJ tells them.

Kie nods. "Yeah, copy that."

"Let me think. Just give me a second." Pope begins. "JJ. Does your dad still have that boat? The cigarette boat, the Phantom. The one he used to race."

JJ shrugs. "Maybe."

"You could get right up the coast, no problem." Pope states.

"It won't be easy, Pope. I don't know where the keys are." JJ replies.

"Well, find them." Pope instructs. "Why is nobody moving forward?"

"Can you relax? JJ, how much weed did you give him?" Y/n asks.

"The car's on the poster." John B hisses.

Pope begins honking the horn. "Can we move it, please?"

"It's that guy. Right there." A little boy points out, catching their attention. "We get twenty-five thousand dollars if we find him."

"He's right there!" A man exclaims, banging his hand on the window as he looks down at John B. "I found him."

John B quickly turns to his side as the man and boy start arguing while the sisters yell for Pope to get the car on. Eventually, he presses on the gas, slamming into the car right in front of them. Pope ignores his friends shouts, continuing to press the gas, pushing the car forward before turning and driving on the grass, causing everyone to move out of the way, watching them drive with wide eyes.

Soon enough, they turn onto the main road where Pope hits a mailbox, letting out a loud laugh as the others continuing to shout at him. All of a sudden, a foot presses right on the gas just as Pope turns to John B with a serious look.

"John B, get out." Pope demands.

JJ nods. "He's right. We'll draw the cops, you run. I'll get the rig, and I'll meet you in the dump tomorrow, okay? Three o'clock, okay?"