Sarah, Kiara and Kit sat together in the Twinkie, looking over Pope's blueprint of the pulley that they would be using to secure the gold. "He said it looked something like this," Kiara tells the two. "So..." Kiara runs a finger down the paper. "That's 50 feet down, and they're using 100-feet rope. So, I guess this little wagon will go-"
"Straight to the gold room," Kit finishes.
Sarah laughs as she stares down at the drawing. "Who drew this?" Kiara and Kit join in as well, their laughter mixing in with Sarah's. "Who do you think?" Kiara spoke, glancing over at Pope and John B who sat together a few feet away from The Twinkie.
"Kie!" JJ yells, approaching The Twinkie. He tosses three gold bars down by Kit's feet. "We can't pawn this if there's a giant wheat symbol on it." Kiara reaches behind Kit and grabs a blowtorch. She holds it up for JJ to see. "It's gonna work," she assures him.
Kit claps her hands. "Let's melt down some gold." She picks up the three gold bars before hopping out of The Twinkie. She walks over to a tree stump, Kiara and JJ following her. Meanwhile, Sarah makes her way over to John B. Sarah sits beside John B while Pope gets up and jogs over to the tree stump where Kit, Kiara and JJ were. "Is everything set up?" Pope asks, standing beside JJ.
"Just about," Kit spoke, placing the golden bars into a pan that sits upon a portable stove. She then reaches down and picks up four safety goggles. "Safety first," she tells her friends, tossing a safety goggles to each one. Each of them quickly puts the safety goggles on and steps back, expect for Kiara who was still wielding a blowtorch in her hands. She turns the blowtorch on and holds it over the golden bars which slowly begins to melt from the extreme heat. Kit lets out a holler while JJ and Pope high-five each other.
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Teenage Dream || JJ Maybank
FanfictionIt's intense being in love and being a teenager. At least that's what both Katherine 'Kit' Hoffman and JJ Maybank thought as they struggle to hide their relationship from their close friends. After all, the number one rule of being a Pogue was 'no...