Kook

He did this!

Me and JJ make our way over to John b's, surprise surprise he washed up and he didn't kill Ward.
He was led on his dock, Kie was already there.
Pope was at his interview.
"Hey" I sit down, crossing my legs looking at the boy.
He started to take his cast off his arm.
"John b-" Kie stared at him with judging eyes, he wasn't aloud his cast off yet.
"It's a hairline fracture who cares" John b's voice sounded defeated.

"Why don't you care? What have we missed?" My brow raised in question, JJ sparks up a cigarette.
"Ward knows about the gold, he took it. Every last bit" John b huffed and my shoulders sank slowly.
"Fuck" I whispered, I play with hands that led in my lap.
We all sat in silence "guys!" That's when we heard shouts, we turn seeing Pope running towards us.

"I ran all the way here-" Pope tried to catch his breath as he held onto his knees.
"How was the interview?" JJ peered round at the boy.
"Don't ask, Jb I'm sorry dude. About everything. But I don't have a lot of time. I need information that is tactically relevant. 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 to heavy it needed a longer land strip to take off, so I'm sitting there thinking, why would he need that? Ya know" Pope rambled on and on, his short breath pattern making me nervous.

"What could be so heavy to weigh it down?" Pope smirked waiting for us to put it together.
"Gold?! Pope your a Genius!" I jumped up kissing his cheek.
He was taken back but smiled none the less "guys we still have a chance! It leaves tonight, we have to go!" Pope shrugged, he spoke rapidly.
"We can't give up now come on" Kie jumped up also.
"What's the plan big man?" JJ looked towards John b.

"We're gunna steal that shit back" Jb sat up with a smirk.
We all jumped in excitement.
We all run towards Johns house.
"Let's go boys!" Kie whistled, we all jump in the van.
"I think we should go in guns blazing and get him to give us the gold while he's on his knees crying like the bitch he is" JJ loaded the gun before clocking it, I shake my head playfully.

"Send that shit right down the interacoastal." John b drove faster as he talked about it.
"Wait for weather." Kie agreed and we all laugh a little.
"Exit to Cuba" Pope nodded his head and we all just smile in content.
"Cuba?" JJ questions.
"Let's just do this shit then we can decide where we're going" I look out the window seeing the airstrip fences that guarded the area.

"What's the plan?" We all run up to the fences, there is no way in hell we are climbing this, it had barbed wire.
"They're loading the gold" Pope used his binoculars to spy on the plane.
"There's Ward!" John b points his car out and I become tense.
"Shit- that's Sarah!" I notice the blonde get out the car also.
"She's with him!" Pope couldn't believe it, none of us could, even though Sarah was a daddy's girl we didn't really think she'd betray us.
Steal the gold for herself?

"Wait! He's hurting her!" John b looked through the binoculars now, I grab them also looking through.
"We have to do something?" I look at the brunette who thinks for a second.
"Maybe there's something that can cut through the fence?" I quickly run back towards the van, seeing if there is any wire cutters or anything that could possibly cut it.
John b jumps in the van, startling me slightly, I look forward as he drives through the fence, I fly backwards hitting the back of the van.

I wasn't strapped in, he was rushing towards the plane. I really wish I didn't get in this van.
"John b where are you going?" Kie called out in confusion, concern laced in her tone.
I look behind me out the window seeing them al stood there.

"What the fuck!"  I hear JJ shout, they all get smaller and smaller as John b drives further and further away.
"John b!" I turn forward seeing what he was doing, we were driving next to the plane almost like we were racing it.
"It's ok Sarah!" He shouted out the window, the girl was crying.
My eyes widen as I watch him speed in front of the plane before turning a sharp left straight in front of the plane.
I hit into the back of his seat, I look up seeing the plane coming straight for us.