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"LOW, DO YOU SEE ANYTHING?" JOHN B ASKED THE GIRL. WILLOW MOVED DEEPER INTO THE MAUSOLEUM. She reached out and grabbed the package. "Uh, yeah." She passed the package to the Routledge boy through the crack. JJ helped her out.
"That's not gold," Pope said. The group watched as John B stared down at what was in his hand. "This is from my dad." You could hear JJ lighting his blunt his the background. "Code red, code red. Square groupers!." JJ repeated, grabbing Will's hand. "It's the guys who robbed your house.
Willow took her flashlight turning it off. "Turn off your lights." She gestured to hers. Everyone began to follow what she said, except John B who was struggling. "John b, your light ." Both Kiara and Pope's voices overlap each other's, urging the boy to take off his flashlight. JJ peeked around from the wall they were hiding behind. "Homie's got a gun." He announced.
"Screw this." Kiara took off, making everyone follow suit. They all started to climb the fence they stopped in front of. JJ was already on the other side waiting for everyone to come down. "Low, I'll catch you." He had his hands out ready to catch her. "JJ, I don't ne-." She nearly fell to her death if JJ did catch her. "What was that you said?"
"Guys, I'm stuck." They turned their heads, rushing to help Pope. "Pope, don't move, bro." JJ pointed his gun at him. "What is wrong with you. You are one of the reasons we need to get rid of guns." Willow pushed JJ towards the van. "I was trying to help!" His hands shot up in defense. "By killing him?!"
"You're gonna rip me!" Pope told Kie, who was helping him down. "You're fine, come on!" She pulled him down, causing his pants to rip. "It's a little tootsie roll." JJ stuck his head out of the van. "Get in!" Will pushed him inside, sitting on his stomach so he won't get up.
