❛ how long can you wait to breathe deep? how long can you stay underneath? ❜
━━ in which despite their best intentions, they find themselves being pushed off the edge of the cliff again.
（ jj maybank x female oc ）
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TW: Guns, death.
"If this guy flew planes for Ward, he's gotta be pretty tight-lipped," Pope voiced his concerns as he stared down at the flight log in his hands, the same one Rylee had stolen from Ward's office and stashed in Kiara's glove box. At the time, none of them had thought much of it, just a piece of paper that confirmed what they'd all been fearing -- the gold was gone. Now, they hoped it would lead them to clearing John B's name.
JJ held the gun in the air, his prized possession he had stolen a few months prior, "So then direct approach gets my vote," He said simply. Immediately, Pope and Kiara both turned to protest and scold him for bringing it. Defensively, JJ retorted, "We gotta keep this simple, or we're never gonna get John B off!"
"Or," Pope said pointedly, shooting JJ one last look of annoyance before holding up Kiara's small, white AirPods case, "We just tickle the wire."
"What?"
"We tickle the wire," Pope repeated, flipping the lid of the case open and removing one of Kiara's AirPods. He launched into his explanation, "I plant my phone in his car, and then we listen in on your AirPods. Say something," He instructed, sticking the end of his phone towards Kiara.
Kiara gave a small shrug, "Something," She repeated blandly.
Pope nodded his confirmation that the sound had come through to the ear bud that he had put in, "Okay, we have audio!" He confirmed.
The sun was setting over Kildare island, bathing everything in warm, golden light. Fall was coming quickly to the island, causing the nights to get colder, the leaves already beginning to change. A medium sized rambler came into JJ's field of vision as Kiara's car rolled to a stop across the street after confirming they had the correct address. Thankfully, Pope had remembered delivering groceries to a Gavin Barnstead, the name of the pilot on the flight log, and so a quick check with Heyward's customer log and they were on their way.
JJ spread out in Kiara's back seat, propping one arm up on the window sill while the other aimlessly flipped the unloaded gun around.
"All right, honk or, uh ... yell or something if you see anything suspicious," Pope requested as he unbuckled his seatbelt and climbed out of Kiara's car.
