𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐁 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄|𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁:𝗲𝘀𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗻𝘀 (𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘂𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗼)

After escaping from the abandoned hotel, Esme and the rest of the pouges walked through the streets trying to find a valid hiding place. People gave Esme weird looks as she walked, mainly because she had a bow and arrow wrapped around her shoulders. Pope suggested that she should put it away numerous times only to get a slap on the shoulder in response.

"These idiots. Except Pope." Esme scoffed, watching the group minis Cleo walk past the spot they had chosen for a hideout.

"Hey boy! Come!" Cleo called, causing everyone to run back towards her and Esme. The pouges were now hidden away from everyone, sitting on a stack of hay that was meant for horses. Esme let out a breath, throwing her bow and arrow on the ground and groaning at the weight that was literally lifted off her shoulders.

"They coming?" Cleo asked John B.

The Routledge boy shook his head. "I don't see anything."

"So what's the plan now? What's our plan B?" JJ demanded. "We just kicked the hornets nest. We gotta think of something quick."

"Yeah, maybe we would've actually had a chance to get Kie back if you actually thought out your plan!" Esme argued, shooting the blonde an insane look.

"Shut up, Esme, alright? We do something to their guys, they're gonna do something to Kie."

"Again, that was your idea!" Esme mentioned, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Yeah, I know that was my idea. My bad! That ones on me. Why did we leave that island?" JJ began to pace back and forth. "Ooh, ooh, wait, wait. I got something. What if I offer myself up as a hostage? No. Hear me out, hear me out. What if I got inside the walls, did the Trojan horse type thing?"

"Oh my god, we're so doomed." Esme mumbled, holding her head in her hands.

"That's not how a Trojan horse even works!" Pope agreed.

"Okay. Fine. What do you got? This is usually where you got the moves, bro, all right? Esme, you too. Remember Spock? We could really use him right now." JJ was panicking, and Esme didn't even have the strength to get up and tell him to sit down and think logically. The only thing she could do at the moment was make Pope do all the work. John B and Sarah began to talk by themselves, leaving Esme to pick up her bow and arrow and inspect it. One more hit to it and the weapon was completely destroyed, leaving the group defenseless. This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all.

"Yo," Cleo gained her attention, nudging her shoulder gently. "You alright?"

"We're being hunted down by a psycho at the moment, and my bow and arrows about to fall apart. Not exactly the happiest girl on earth at the moment."

"I hear that," Cleo agreed with a nod of her head. "Things are gonna work out, alright? Gotta trust me."

"Yeah. I trust you." Esme nodded, pulling her knees up to her chest and sighing. It wasn't exactly the truth, she just told Cleo what she wanted to hear. The real truth was that Esme didn't trust anything that was going on at the moment. That when she turned her head Singh would be right there, ready to kill her and her friends. Esme would always have to look over her shoulder, and she can't blame anyone but herself. If she hadn't gotten herself involved with the treasure hunt, none of this would ever be happening. Esme glanced over at Pope who was now quietly arguing with JJ, calling him out for how much of a moron he was. She then glanced over at Cleo who was playing with a knife that she had somehow found. Esme sighed, just silently praying that all of this could be over so that they could go home.

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After taking a small lap, Esme woke up to her head lying on Popes lap as her legs were sprawled across Cleo's. The Lopez girl sat up, rubbing at her head which was fighting a terrible headache at the moment. Her eyes casted over to JJ who was looking down at the phone he stole from Portis.