Rule breaker •• John B

Ricochet

        Rowan stood anxiously next to John B as she held the phone in her hand. It felt heavy in her palm and she was beginning to think that maybe John B should've been in charge instead of her. But she needed to do this. To prove to herself and to Terrance she was not going to crack under his gaze.  With a sigh, she dialed Sarah's number. It rang, once, twice, and then the call cut off. Rowan rolled her eyes and called the number again.

"Who is this?"  Sarah asked, on the other end. Rowan breathed out a laugh.

"It's Rowan. Listen, I'm sure Pope told you we're okay. And if that's not proof enough, I remember when—"

"Holy shit. He wasn't crazy. You guys actually made it.  That's insane."  Sarah laughed in disbelief. "You're alive."

"Yeah. I know. Listen, are you alone? I need to talk to you. It's about your dad."

"Yeah, yeah. Give me a second." Rowan heard some shuffling, Rowan paced as she waited. Her eyes caught John B's and she felt a little calmer.

"Okay, what's up? How'd you guys get to Nassau anyway? I have so many questions."

Rowan couldn't help but laugh. "I know. We'll explain one day. Listen, have you heard your dad talk about what Gavin flew over to Paradise Island?"

"I heard him talking to Rose the other day. He said he had to fly out to Nassau to meet with some bankers. I've been listening in as much as I can. I'm under lockdown. He also said something about vault services and transport."

"That's good stuff. Hey, I need you to find out exactly where that meeting is."

"Yeah. I'm on it. I'm so glad you guys are okay."

"Me too. Hey, tell Pope—"

"I got you. Rowan?"

"Yeah?"

"Take him down."

Rowan smiled, "we will." Rowan hung up and looked over to John B, who looked a little stressed as he sat on the makeshift sofa. Rowan put the phone down and walked over to him and sat in front of him. "John B." She said, and waited for him to say what he was thinking.

"So, we're really doing this?"

"He needs to be taken down. There are so many people he's hurt, JB. You. Sarah, your dad, Peterkin...he needs to feel loss. More than loss. He needs to pay for what he's done. We need to finish what your dad started."

"Armed robbery. You know, I always figured you go down for Arson."

"Time will tell." Rowan said, and leaned over to kiss his cheek.

"Yeah." John B sighed, just as the phone on the table rang. Rowan reached over for it and smiled towards him.

"We're on."

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"So the gold's here, at our friend's dad's house. She said they're going to transport the gold from the house to a private air freight company located there." Rowan explained, as her, John B, and Terrence and his crew stood in front of a computer. "We need to intercept that gold before it even gets on that plane."

"Right. There are only two roads that'll take you there." Terrance said, " we want to get him in there's cane fields right here, south of the airport. That's where we'll spring the trap."
Rowan nodded in agreement. Her heart pounding with anxiety as the plan started to come together.

"So, we'll just need a distraction of some sort." Rowan said, Cleo smiled at her.

"I can help with that."