GOLD RUSH, outerbanks

003, money and guns (x)

chapter three. money and guns

edited: no

Cordelia and Marceline never thought they would find themselves on a boat, with a bunch of pouges looking at a shitty motel. Long story short, after finding the key, they decided to take a trip to the motel.

As the boat neared closer, you could see the damage done to the motel. It was either because of the hurricane, or it had always been like this. Either way, it looked destroyed.

JJ whistles, "I thought the chateau looked bad." Cordelia scrunches up her nose and frowns, "I sure as hell do not want to go in there."

"This place is a shit show."

Kie asked, "Motel or meth lab?" Marceline shrugged, "Both, probably."

Cordelia found herself shifting around at the edge of the boat. This was the type of motel that would be in a horror movie where all the teenagers get murdered brutally and then get on the news. Then again, she always wanted to be on the news.

"Someone was definitely murdered here," Cordelia said, examining her surroundings again. John b quickly changed the topic, "Doesn't look like a place somebody with a Grady-White stays."

"I don't think anyone lived here." The place looked practically abandoned, and the motel sign had been broken by Hurricane Agatha. but maybe it was the perfect place for a meth lab. Or an undercover criminal hideout.

"No. Looks like a place someone with a Grady-White would get killed." Cordelia pointed at pope and rapidly clapped her hands, "See murder definitely happened here!"

They pulled up closer to the boat, and Cordelia's nerves got worse. What would happen in a creepy motel, that looks abandoned? You could die. But Marceline was more interested. What was a person who could afford a Grady white doing in a shady motel?

"This is your captain speaking. HMS Pogue comin' in for a landing." JJ jumped out of the boat stopping it as it hit the grass.

"We good?"