chapter five.
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THE POGUES drive up to a very fancy looking hotel on Figure Eight. "All right, keep a look out." JJ says. "We're behind enemy lines."
He pulls out a gun and Ricky raises her eyebrows. "Yo, come on, man. Just put it back." John B orders. "JJ."
"What? You can never be too careful." JJ says.
"Hey, I predict that bringing a weapon to a four-star hotel will likely cause more problems than they solve." Pope says.
"I second that." Ricky says.
"Thank you, Pope." John B says.
"I swear to God, I'm gonna throw that thing in the ocean, JJ." Kiara says. "Put it back."
John B grabs the gun and puts it away making Pope smile. "There you go." He praises.
"You can't grab a gun like that." JJ says. "Can't forget my badge."
Kiara helps Ricky out of the van and they close the door. "Professional busboy." JJ says.
"Professional douche." Ricky mutters making Kiara snicker.
"So, where are we going now?" Pope asks.
"We're getting on the internet because only rich people have electricity right now." JJ says.
"Like us." Ricky says as she nudges Kiara.
"This way!" JJ leads. They walk into the hotel kitchen and JJ smiles. "Andrew!"
"All right?" A guy Ricky presumes to be Andrew asks.
They walk through the kitchen and into the lobby. "See, they got the backup generators going? Kooks don't miss a beat." JJ says.
They all walk into an office and Pope rushes towards the computer. "Sweet Lord, the internet!"
"John B!" Kiara urges as he catches up. JJ closes the door behind everyone as they all walk over to Pope.
"I've missed you." Pope tells the computer.
"Sorry, do you want a room?" Ricky asks.
"Let me get in there. Gotta check out my Insta models." JJ says.
"We don't have time for that." Kiara says.
"Hey, I got the map." John B says as he hands the paper to Pope.
"Coordinates, please?" Pope requests.
