Inside the Outer Banks || JJ

32. The Runway

"Hey Allie," JJ's voice came into my room as I heard my window open. I lifted my head from my pillow, my eyes squinting from the light.
"Huh?" I asked, sitting up to see that JJ was leaning through my window.
"John B resurfaced, come on." He ordered and I nodded. I quickly changed into a black sports bra with a blue, denim dungarees and black Doc Martins. I climbed out my window with JJ, running back to the chateau with him. I could see John B and Kie sitting at the end of the dock, so we headed down there.
"Ward got the gold." John B stated as we reached him. His face was flat, he looked so defeated. JJ pulled a blunt out of his pocket, handing it to me and grabbing himself one before perching himself on the fence, leaning against the post with his feet up in front of him.
"You sure he got everything?" Kie asked and he nodded as I lit up, leaning against the railing, my back to JJ.
"Every bar. The whole enchilada." He replied before pulling at his cast. "Look, it's not like I expected a happy ending or some shit."
"John B..." Kie started as he removed the cast.
"What, Kie? It's a hairline fracture. Who cares?" He shook his head as her brow furrowed.
"You should care. Your arm's gonna be messed up for life." She retorted as he lifted his hand, wiggling his fingers.
"It's fine. See?" He smirked.

"Guys! Guys!" Pope shouted from the distance as he ran down the dock. "Oh! Oh! Oh, God. I ran all the way here."
"You all right?" I asked as JJ sat up.
"How was the interview, Pope?" He asked.
"Don't ask. JB... Look, I'm sorry, dude. About everything." Pope puffed out.
"It's fine." John B shook his head.
"But... but I don't have a lot of time, and... and I have information that is tactically relevant." Pope continued, all of us looking up at him, "So, before I had my interview, my dad said he was going down to the private airstrip to cut palms for Cameron's big plane. Because it was too heavy, it needed a longer landing strip to take off. So, I'm there sitting in my interview, thinking to myself, "Hm. Why would Cameron need a longer airstrip to take off? What could be so heavy to weigh it down?""
"Gold." John B gasped, sitting up. 
"That's right." Pope nodded, "Guys, this is our chance, but it leaves tonight, and we have to go.
"Guys, we can't give up now." Kie smiled as each of us stood to attention.
"What's the plan, big man?" JJ asked as John B looked up at him.
"We're gonna steal that shit back." He exhaled, each of us taking a moment as we glanced around.
"Let's do this!" Pope yelled as we started running down the dock towards the van. We each climbed in before John B sped off towards the runway.

"We go in there, guns a-blazin', make Ward Cameron beg for mercy, abscond with as much gold as possible and vámonos, get the hell out of there." JJ schemed as he loaded his gun.
"Send that shit right down the Intracoastal." John B continued, glancing at Kie.
"Wait for weather." She smirked.
"Exit to Cuba." Pope finished and my brow furrowed.
"Cuba?" I asked and JJ shook his head.
"No, man, Xcalak, Jewel of the Yucatan. Lobsters so thick, mangoes, and no word for money." JJ smirked, cocking his gun.
"Let's do this shit." John B stated, staring at the road ahead of him as he drove.

We pulled up outside of the fence of the runway, each of us getting out and running over.
"What's the plan? Broad strokes." Kie asked as we reached the fence.
"I don't think we got that far." John B answered, Pope pulling out his binoculars again.
"They're loading up the gold." He informed, "There's Ward." He passed the binoculars to John B who looked for a moment before lowering them.
"What?" I asked, as he stared in disbelief.
"What?" Kie repeated.
"It's Sarah." John B muttered, me and Kie glancing at each other.
"She's with him?" Pope asked and he nodded. He looked again, each of us waiting for his next piece of information.
"Wait a minute..." He started as we all looked back at him, "He's hurting her."
"What?" We all asked nearly in unison.
"They're fighting." John B continued.
"Holy shit." I shook my head, John B handed the binoculars to Kie and started running toward the van. I turned on my heel and ran after him, climbing in the passenger side as he got in the driver's.
"Allie, get out." He ordered but I shook my head.
"Just drive John B." I ordered back, he shook his head, but started the car anyway.He started driving quickly, toward the fence, busting through it and moving to the runway.

"So what's the plan?" I asked as he sped along.
"Stop the plane." He replied bluntly, turning onto the runway as the plane started to move around in a circle, us coming up behind it. He drove up speeding along, until we were equal with Sarah's window. She looked out, a smile of relief on her face.
"Get off the runway!" Ward screamed, "Get off!" John B continued to speed up as we moved passed the plane.
"John B." I muttered, but stopped myself, feeling the car get faster and faster. Until he slammed on the breaks. I held my hands in front of me to stop me from hitting the dash, but slammed against the door and window as the car turned 90 degrees, in front of the plane. "FUCK!" I screamed out as the plane rushed towards us. My hands gripped onto John B's arm as his held firm onto the steering wheel. The plane continued rushing, getting closer and closer. At the last minute it screeched to a stop, leaving only a couple of metres between the van and the propeller.
"Holy shit." John B exhaled as I let go of his arm, pushing open my door and rushing around to his side of the car, him getting out as he stumbled toward the plane.

"SARAH! SARAH!" He screamed out, Ward exiting and striding towards him.
"What are you trying to do? You trying to kill her? Trying to get us killed?" Ward screamed back at him.
"I need the gold!" John B yelled back.
"No! No! No!" Sarah shouted as she ran over to us, pushing herself between Ward and John B. "No! John B! John B, you're okay. I..."
"Get away from him." Ward shouted at her trying to grab her arm.
"No! Don't touch me!" Sarah exclaimed, John B wrapping his arms around her and pulling her back. "And don't tell me what to do." 

I could hear sirens coming towards us and I looked over at John B.
"Get out of here Allie. Please." He whispered to me and I nodded.
"Okay, be careful guys." I whispered back before turning around, starting to run back to where the others were. I would glance over my shoulder every couple of strides, seeing the car pull up. And Sheriff Pieterkin exited holding her gun at Ward. I know she knew I was there, but I didn't mind, until...

Until the shotgun sounded, I stopped in my tracks, about 100 feet from the fence. Turning to see the sheriff drop to the ground. My jaw dropped and my breath holted, noticing a new person standing there. I could tell from the frame who it was. Rafe.