[Will Graham]: I looked up at the night sky there. Orion above the horizon and, near it, Jupiter. I wondered if you could see it, too. I wondered if our stars were the same.
[Hannibal]: I believe some of our stars will always be the same. You ent...
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Bridger was worried about Sarah. He had been calling and texting the girl all day and night but he got no response. He knew it mostly like had something to do with dad not wanting her to be with John B, like some forbidden romance or some shit. That's basically what they had. They were Romeo and Juliet, born from two different families on two separate sides of the island.
He saw the workers Ward had hired to load the airplane carrying crates out of the trucks. The group of friends gathered on the other side of the fence, the thick metal being the only thing separating them from the gold. Bridger's fingers hooked around the rings and he stared at the scene intensely.
"What's the plan? Broad strokes," Kiara muttered while she, too, gripped onto the fence.
John B sighed. "I don't think we got that far."
Pope looked through his binoculars up. "They're loading up the gold," he informed after checking it out.
John B quickly turned his head and snatched the binoculars from his hands. "Give me those." He muttered and looked through the lenses. They waited for him to tell them what he was seeing. He saw a familiar car arrive on the runway. "There's Ward."
"Phew, I'm getting stress sweats." Bridger muttered and shook his arms, feeling his underarms sweat.
Suddenly, John B lowered the binoculars and his face hardened. Kiara saw his expression. "What?" She asked, then slapped him on the arm. "What?"
He let out a shaky breath. "It's Sarah." He spoke like he couldn't believe it himself.
The Kook immediately looked at him with wide eyes. "What?" He exclaimed and pressed himself further into the fence, his eyes glaring.
"She's with him?" Pope chimed but got no response.
John B looked through the binoculars again. Bridger's head switched between him and the loading on the Tarmac. He grew more worried than he already was. He knew Sarah would never betray John B or any of them. He wanted to climb over the fence and pull her away from the man but then he would blow their cover.
"Wait a minute," the Routledge boy said, his eyes glaring into the binoculars. He sounded scared. "He's hurting her."
"Hurting her? What do you mean hurting her?" Bridger hurried, now getting scared himself.
"What?" Kiara mirrored his panic
"What?" JJ asked as well from where he was standing.
Still keeping the binoculars to his eyes, John B shook his head in disbelief. "They're fighting."
"Give me those," Bridger hissed under his breath and snatched the binoculars. Pressing them to his eyes, the boy saw everything that was going on. He saw Ward dragging Sarah to the Tarmac, and he saw her crying out to him to stop, thrashing in his grip. His hands tightened around the devices in anger. "I'm going to kill this son of a bitch."
