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SO MUCH HAD HAPPENED. while they were hanging out in the hms pogue, pope found a sunken grady-white. they scavenged the boat and looted a motel key, which led to a safe containing huge amounts of cash and a gun, belonging to the recently deceased man named scooter grubbs.
if it weren't for pope and kie throwing rocks at the window, signaling that there were cops outside of the motel, they would've gotten caught by shoupe in a situation they weren't involved in the first place, let alone have any knowledge about.
but they managed to escape quietly and safely.
the only problem was jj. he had brought along a wad of cash and the gun with him, taking them out of the crime scene.
everyone was stressed out, especially pope. he didn't want to lose his merit scholarship due to jj's dumbass decision.
"okay. so, um... we didn't see anything. we don't know anything. we need to have complete and total amnesia." pope panicked, stepping through the front porch screen door of the chateau.
"actually, pope's right for once." jj said, springing up from his seat and walking towards the anxious boy. "see, i agree with you sometimes. deny, deny, deny."
"guys, we can't keep that money." kie spoke up.
"okay, not all of us can afford unlimited data plans, kiara."
"we have to pass that off to lana grubbs. otherwise, it's bad karma." she explained.
"bad karma to be implicated to a felony too." pope added, voice straining like he was in pain. "we gotta go dark."
"if that means we get to keep the money then i agree." jj stated.
john b patted his shoulder. "i don't agree."
"what? why?"
"just think about it. this is scooter grubbs we're talking about. same dude that's buying individual cigarettes at the porthole. shit, one time i saw this dude begging for change in the save-a-lot parking lot because he needed gas. we're talking about a dirtbag marina rat who's never had more than fourty bucks in his pocket and all of a sudden he's got a grady white? just sayin" he ranted, making valid points, sparking curiosity in the others.
"alright, so think about it, pope. how does a marina rat get a grady-white?"
pope didn't answer, but jj did. "they were straight smugglin"
"smugglin" john b repeated. "and i guarantee there's a serious amount of contraband in that wreck."
"hell, yeah."
"for the record, if that is a smuggling ship with illegal contraband inside of it, it probably belongs to someone else." pope finally answered.
