Three Brood Instigators

98. Triple Twelve

The boat was left in Fish River in the middle of nowhere, as the Sixages pushed the trolley into an abandoned building, fighting off the light snow, as they rest and conceal themselves for a few minutes, after preluding such work, while Drock head outside, looking for a suitable truck to carry the trolley to the train.

As they wait,

"Guys, is it just me... or am I hearing kids screaming like it's war?" Pastuzo asked, sitting in the wall with everyone else.

"Trust me, Pastuzo," Kevin said. "You're not the only one, so shut up."

"Hey, just asking man, yeesh!" Pastuzo said.

Uncle Thomas then chuckled as he coughed. "I can't believe it's real," he said. "Children are now on a fucking civil war, hehehe!"

Minutes later,

"Man, what's taking Drock so fucking long!" Uncle Thomas cussed.

"Easy, old man, it ain't easy finding a truck in the middle of nowhere," Clayne said.

"Hey, Clayne," Pastuzo called. "How many dollars do you think those pesos are worth?"

"Drock counted it, about... 2.5 million in total," Clayne revealed.

"Damn, man, we are definitely rich," Pastuzo felt proud.

"Not until you spend it like a real dirtbag, hahaha!" Uncle Thomas joked around.

Minutes later,

"Where could Herman be?" Wilkes wondered.

"Why are you concerned?" Pastuzo wondered back.

"I don't know, I am just... worried. I thought we never leave anyone behind," Wilkes responded.

"Well, Wilkes, he might have left us for all I care. I can't believe he disappeared away from our eyes all of a sudden, you and me both," Clayne said.

"Hey, Clayne," Pastuzo patted. "Look at the bright side," he said. "There is only you and Drock now, you are loyal to Drock. Drock needs you; and without Febby, or those idiots who left and gone, there won't be anyone going against both of you now," he contemplated. "You both might be the most infamous kid thieves America would have been seeing then."

Clayne realized, "You know what, yeah, I guess you are right. With you along as well."

"Definitely, man," Pastuzo said.

"Cold little chickens, he both of you—the three of you—I guess!" Uncle Thomas complimented.

Then Drock arrived, parking a Ford Truck,

"Finally," Pastuzo and Clayne said at the same time.

Drock entered the building,

"I found a truck, big enough to carry the weight, big enough to carry the six of us, hope you don't mind some space!" Drock stated.

"Will do!" Clayne said.

"Man, this is... THIS IS THE BEST!!" Pastuzo cheered up.

"You bet it is!" Drock cheered. "Up five!" Drock gave a hi-five to Pastuzo.

"So... this is it... I guess," Wilkes said. "Pastuzo...Clayne...I..."

Pastuzo patted Wilkes. "Thank you for assisting us, Wilkes," he thanked. "I mean it," he said. "It's a shame you don't want to come with us but... I respect your choices either way," he said. "We'll say our last goodbyes on the train."

"Alright, quit it with the sad goodbyes," Drock said. "Cargo's open, I got a ramp. I need an assist with the push, and we'll leave."

"Very well," Uncle Thomas said. "Just... are you sure you know what you're gonna do when we escape Maine? Cause uhh, I'm kinda hoping not any of that ship shit happens again."