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Once everyone got in the car, ready to stop Ward from leaving with the gold, Belle noticed JJ gripping a gun tightly in his hand.
"What do you think you're doing, sir?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.
"We need to have some kind of defense," he said with a casual shrug, trying to play it off.
"I thought you got rid of that, JJ!" Belle exclaimed, frustration creeping into her tone as he avoided eye contact, his gaze fixed ahead.
"I mean, what are you even going to do with that?" she pressed, crossing her arms as Kie nodded in agreement, her expression mirroring Belle's worry.
"We go in there, guns blazing. Then we make Ward beg for mercy, grab as much gold as possible, and get the hell out of there," he said, a wild glimmer in his eyes as the reality of the situation started to sink in.
Everyone rolled their eyes, and Belle decided to leave it at that, not wanting to argue further.
"It's a good idea to have protection, I guess," she said with a sigh, trying to maintain some semblance of calm amid the chaos.
"After we get the gold, we'll head to Cuba," Pope declared, his enthusiasm infectious.
"Cuba?" JJ echoed, disbelief clear in his voice as John B rolled his eyes in sync with Kie, both of them already knowing where this conversation was heading.
"No, man! Xcalak—the jewel of the Yucatan. Lobsters so thick, mangoes everywhere, and no word for money," jj said, grinning as Belle smiled at how adorable he was when he got excited.
"Let's do this shit," John B said, changing the subject decisively.
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John B quickly pulled up outside the gates where the plane was currently parked, getting out immediately with Kie and Pope behind him.
"JJ, I can get out myself!" Belle yelled as he practically picked her up out of the van like a child.
"I know, you're just so tiny it makes me want to squish your little cheeks," he teased, using a baby voice as he set her down. She glared up at him, her annoyance mixed with a hint of amusement.
"Guys, stop flirting and come on!" Pope said, his tone impatient as he gestured for them to focus on the task at hand.
"What's the plan—broad strokes?" Kie asked John B, raising an eyebrow.
