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Listen. Kat Darcy is fashionably late. At times. Time can get ahead of her, and she's what, a few minutes behind? At best? She's too hung up about timing and schedule to actually be any more late.
So JJ is tweaking a bit, when he sees her red Fiat roll up a touch too slow, too safe. And when Billy and Kie walk out of it, well, all bets are off.
He practically teleports next to them. "Where is she?"
"They gooned her," Kie eructs. "Caroline gooned her, and now she's at some wilderness camp!"
Billy's out of breath, holding a hand up, looking like she ran when she literally just drove there. "I can't– I can't remember the name, but she said... she said that everybody wanted a piece of her and that four was an ugly number?"
If she seems confused and honestly on the verge of breaking down several times, it makes immediate sense to JJ, who's hands reach up to his hair, eye twitching.
"Kat got kidnapped again?"
Of course. That's just his luck, their luck.
"What do we do?" John B cries out behind them.
"Do we have to do this without her?" Pope lets out, visibly pained at the idea.
Billy's eyes bulge out of their sockets, but what can they do, really? Storm the place? John B's dad is up for execution, and the thought of Kathryn alone in a wilderness camp makes her sick, but she's not sure they have a choice.
She can help, she can try to reach her, but would that even work? She could prosecute them for their dubious methods, but that would take months. She's not exactly a mastermind when it comes to this.
But someone here is.
"Give me the keys." JJ turns to John B.
The teenager blinks. "No, dude. No, no."
"Gimme the keys."
He puts his hands on his friend's shoulder. "It doesn't seem like a good idea now, JJ."
