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"OKAY, SO WE'RE DRUG SMUGGLING?" LEO ASKED. JJ had found a possible way to get them to South America, but it involved doing something for Barracuda Mike who worked at Rockfish. It was one of the shadier places in the Outer Banks, and that was saying something. The Maybank boy had tried to explain it to them in a way that did not seem so bad, but no matter how he put it, they knew what he really meant.
The blonde boy rolled his eyes, shaking his head, and they knew that he was going to tell them the same bullshit that he had been for the last half an hour. He repeated, "It is just farmers who brought organic seeds from South America that we are gonna unload."
"It's a drug-smuggling operation," Bree concluded. There was no way that he could spin it so that it wasn't. They were unloading drugs for fucking Barracuda Mike so that they could get a ride on his old, run-down plane to South America. Every single part of the plan sounded awful.
JJ just glared at her, wondering why she had to be such a party pooper. "Do you wanna get Big John or not?"
"Look, this has to work out, all right?" John B told him. Everything in the world seemed to be going against them all of the time, so it was unlikely that that would happen. "I doubted him, and I blamed him. And all this time, he was just trying to protect me. And now he's been abducted, so I kinda need a bit of a—"
"John B, no! Okay, listen, listen. I know. You know who you're gonna have to trust right now? Papa J. Okay? I got this, 100%," JJ told him, and they all stared at him with doubt in their eyes. Just the fact that he called himself Papa J was concerning enough.
John B sighed, "I mean, 60% would be good, honestly."
"Holy shit, look at that thing. It's like an RV with wings," Leo pointed out as they approached the plan. It looked like a rectangular metal box with wings and an engine taped to it. Bree was honestly extremely concerned that it was going to fall apart at their feet in the next few seconds.
"Shit, they're already unloading," JJ muttered, and he ran over to the people unpacking the plan and putting things in the truck. "Yo! We aren't late, are we?"
