𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 - JJ Maybank

Chapter 9: Redfield

The rest of the Pogues moved towards the window. Once Grace caught sight of the men she looked up at JJ and John B, worry written on her face. They looked familiar.

"Guys, guys, is that them?" Kie asked frantically. None of the three replied.

"This is suboptimal," Pope added, eyes still trained on the approaching men.

JJ moved away from the window and started pacing the room. "John B I told you. Why does it always-" 

Grace just watched as he freaked out, internally doing the same.

John B grabbed JJ by the shoulders and pushed him into the wall to stop his pacing. "JJ! Hey, look at me. Where's the gun?"

JJ, still in a state of panic, stuttered out, "Gun? I, uh, I can't..."

"Now you don't have the gun, the one time we need the gun?" Kie ridiculed as she moved away from the window.

"It was in my backpack, and then I..." JJ thought aloud.

"Porch. It's on the porch," Grace answered as she ran to the door, opened it up and ran out.

"Jesus Christ Gracie," JJ sighed, snapping out of his daze and following after her. 

"John Routledge," the man's voice shouted from the porch.

JJ grabbed her hand and pulled her back towards the room. 

"Wait," she whisper-shouted.

Grace let go of JJ's hand and ran towards the kitchen, grabbing a knife. JJ turned, ready to run after her as the rest of the Pogues yelled at him to get back. 

"Gracie!" JJ hissed from the door of the office as she finally turned the corner out of the kitchen.

"Routledge! Where you at boy?" the other man's voice rang out as the screen door slammed open.

She was out of time. With one last look at JJ, she ran into the closest door of the bathroom and locked it shut. As a worried JJ just stared out into the hallway, John B came up behind him to quickly close the door.

"Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. There's killers in the house. Gracie isn't with us," JJ paced once more, "John B if Gracie dies I swear to god I'm going to kill you."

"We need to leave!" Kie shouted at them over the sounds of the house being torn apart.

Grace had made it into the bathroom and was mildly freaking out. Okay, not mildly, she was on the verge of losing her shit. The only thing keeping her sane was pure survival instinct. She frantically searched around the room for anything helpful when she spotted a small window up on the wall. It couldn't have been larger than a foot tall and two feet wide.

Meanwhile, in the study JJ was still panicking as Kie pried open the window with a letter opener. "What... what's happening? Why is it taking so long?"

"It's painted shut, okay?" Kie exclaimed, the pressure getting to her.

"Routledge!" Grace heard them yell out again making her flinch. The bathroom window wasn't budging and she had resorted to using her knife to try to pry it open. While standing on the toilet, she stuck the tip of the knife between the window and the frame and tried to use it to force it open. The second she felt like she was making progress the blade snapped off of the handle. 

"Fuck!" she banged her hand against the window. Sure, the door was locked, but judging by the damage the men did to Lana's house, that wouldn't stop them. 

The rest of the Pogues had finally gotten the study window open and all quickly hopped out just as the men shot open the door. JJ looked around frantically for Grace. After determining she was still inside, ran over to the bathroom window. "Gracie?"