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"Okay, this is arguably the worst idea we have ever had." John B says after he parked the truck near the water where the boats were lined up. Nova jumps out, helping Alora down next as both John B and Sarah climbed out the front. They walked towards the boat, Nova in the front with Alora's hand intertwined with hers. They hear Cleo and Terrance discussing the amount of the gold in the safe before they realize Nova, Alora, Sarah and John B.

Cleo sees Nova and Alora holding hands and rolls her eyes subtly. "Look what the cat done dragged in," Captain Terrance said, turning to look at the group.

"We have a proposition," Sarah announced.

"If it involves giving you that rock back, that nugget, forget it. You're lucky I'm not on the phone with the cops right now," Terrance said, almost threatening them.

"Look man, I am tired, and I just shot a man so please, do not piss me off right now with threats. Now you either listen to what my girl Sarah has to say or I'll make you the second man." Nova challenged, taking his silence for a yes. She gestures Sarah to continue. "I'm not worried about anything, cause you saw what was in that safe, did you not?"

"Yeah I did."

"And it was exactly what we told you it was gonna be. Right?" Terrance doesn't answer, taking a sip of his drink instead. Cleo speaks up from the top of the little roof, "Yeah, well, that thing's locked down tighter than a clamshell now." Alora rolls her eyes, "No shit. But the gold's not staying there." Cleo blinks at Alora's little attitude, "Keep your little girlfriend in check please," she says, directing it towards Nova.

Alora clenched her jaw as Nova held a small smile of amusement. "My dad's gonna come down and move it. He'll have to." Sarah adds, getting back on topic.

"So what are you proposing, a Brink's job?"

"Think about it. You have a boat that can get us away. You know people and the island, and Sarah can find out exactly when that gold is moving." Nova explains. Terrance leans back, thinking about it, Nova can see he's unsure. "And we'll give you two million," Sarah bargains, Alora glancing up at Cleo for a small second. Alora could tell Cleo wasn't alright with that amount.

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