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YOU WERE BACK AT THE CHATEAU and now this time, kie and pope were with you, done with their shifts. jj was freaking out as he told them what happened, reenacting the scene.
"we were right outside like this and all we hear is just, bam! bam! bam!, knocking paint off the wall, g. from the inside, alright? and i'm just looking at them like– wait, look at this shit." jj shuffled over to pope, ruffling his hair, remnants of paint falling from it.
"that's dandruff." kie scrunched her nose in disgust. "disgusting."
"look at all that! that's paint! at that point, i was just like... i'm waiting for death."
"oh, okay, so you saw the guys that shot at us, right?" pope recalled.
"yeah."
"and you brought (name) with you?"
"well..." jj trailed.
"they just saw me on the road and gave me a ride. jj didn't drag me into this without my knowledge again, if that's what you're thinking." you defended.
"yeah, actually it was john b's fault." he blamed, pointing a finger at john b. "because, well, he's john b."
"i'm sorry, it's just..." john b paused, letting out a deep sigh.
you felt sorry for john b. he didn't get any answers regarding the compass or his father. but he literally tried to force it out of the poor woman while she was in shock, so of course he couldn't get answers.
"did you at least get a good description of them? what did they look like? anything we can bring to like a police report, maybe."
"anything." kie added.
"burly." jj replied.
"burly?"
"yeah, you know like–"
"that's not very helpful." kie shook her head.
"okay, well, no, like the type of guy at my dad's garage." jj clarified. "i can tell you with full confidence, these boys, these killers..." he took a hit of his vape before saying, "they're square groupers.
"they're square groupers, like narco square groupers? like pablo escobar square grouper?"
"yeah, man." jj blew out smoke.
"you guys, not everything is a kingpin movie." kie scoffed.
"okay, so, what does the square grouper look like specifically?"
"you weren't there!"
"apparently, you don't know what to look for!"
"dude!" jj yelled at pope. "i wasn't taking little mental polaroids the entire time! i was under duress, okay? but i can tell you... i can tell you by the way ms lana was screaming... that these guys are serious, serious hombres, man!"
