𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑺𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑾𝑨𝑽𝑬𝑺 /𝑗𝑗 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑘

𝟎𝟐𝟖.

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𝑴𝑼𝑹𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑺
𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑒，𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑑𝑒 𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 + 𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑒．
𝟑𝟕:𝟎𝟒 — 𝟒𝟑:𝟐𝟎
𝟎𝟎:𝟎𝟎 — 𝟑𝟐:𝟎𝟗
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I STAND there, surrounded by my friends in the Twinkie, the air is filled with anticipation.

JJ's words are like a spark that sets off a chain reaction of excitement. "We go in there, guns a-blazin', make Ward Cameron beg for mercy, abscond with as much gold as possible and vámonos, get the hell out of there." he says, his voice low and intense as he loads his gun.

I nod in agreement, my mind racing with the possibilities. "Send that shit down the Intracoastal." I add, a smirk spreading across my face.

Kiara's voice joins in, "Wait for weather."

Pope's contributing, "Exit to Cuba." he says, his tone amused and practical.

But JJ's responded, "Cuba? No, man, Xcalak, Jewel of the Yucatan." he says, his smile mischievous and playful.

I chuckle, feeling a sense of excitement building inside me. "Yeah, they've got lobsters so thick, mangoes, and no word for money." I agree, grinning at JJ.

John B's words are like a spark that ignites the fire within me. "Let's do this shit." he says, his voice low and gravelly, as he drives the van to a stop mere meters away from the private airfield's fence.

We all climb out of the vehicle, our eyes fixed on the plane before us. Pope pulls out the binoculars, his eyes scanning the scene like a hawk searching for prey. We gather around him, our collective breath held in unison.

"What's the plan? Broad strokes." Kiara asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

John B's response is laced with skepticism. "I don't think we got that far." He pauses.

Pope's gaze still fixed on the plane through the binoculars. "They're loading up the gold."

My eyes snap to Pope's face, my heart skipping a beat. Ward is one of our enemies, and to see him standing there, surrounded by gold... it's like a punch to the gut.

John B grabs the binoculars, "There's Ward." he spoke, his words firm and filled with rage and frustration. Suddenly after a few minutes, John B looks away from binoculars, in shock.

"What is it?" I ask, my voice shaking slightly as I try to process what he's seeing.

"It's Sarah." John B speaks up suddenly, his voice barely above a whisper. The silence that follows is oppressive, as if time itself has come to a standstill.

JJ's words are filled with confusion, "She's with him."

Sarah is one of our own, and to see her standing with Ward... it's unthinkable. Maybe she's forced to do this? I mean if your being told your fathers a killer, you'd want to be in denial about it, right? I need to get Peterkin involved, just in case things go sideways. I pull out my phone, my fingers flying across the screen as I send a hasty text to my contact. I don't have time to waste – every second counts.