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Kie pulled a FedEx envelope from a space between an urn and the wall, holding it out of the hole in the crypt door for someone to grab.
"That's not gold," Pope sighed in disappointment.
Wyatt cupped her hands to help Kie climb through the way JJ did, before ungracefully climbing out herself.
"Holy shit," John B stared at the envelope in his hands. "This is from my dad."
JJ, who was keeping a lookout, suddenly warned, "code red. Code red. Square groupers. Square groupers."
"Go, go," Kie urged, pushing the group to run and hide behind the crypt.
"It's the guys that robbed your house," JJ insisted.
The crew crouched behind the wall of the crypt, rushing to put out their flashlights and lanterns once Kie reminded them. JJ had a headlight wrapped around his forehead, completely forgetting about it.
"Turn your light off, man," Pope grumbled, before reaching over and doing it for him.
"Do you think it's them?" Kie asked as JJ peaked around the corner.
"Homie's got a gun," he said quietly.
Wyatt couldn't tell what they were seeing, but Kiara decided not to stick around.
"Screw this," she said before booking it towards the other end of the cemetery, with Wyatt and the boys hot on her trail.
While most of the Pogues jumped the stone wall, having minimal difficulty, Pope went for the attached wrought iron gate, getting his shorts stuck on the spiked top.
"Guys, I'm stuck," he grunted. "I'm stuck."
JJ pulled out the gun he took from the motel and held it up to aim at the fence. "No, Pope, don't move, okay?"
John B shoved his hands down as Kie and Wyatt worked on pulling their friend down.
