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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗘𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗬 𝗧𝗪𝗢 a surprise visitor
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"First things first. Gotta take care of Terrance," Cleo spoke monotonously as she stabbed her knife into the wood of the porch. It had now been dark out and the Pogues had been sitting around, trying to figure out what to do next.
"Of course," Sarah replied sadly.
"Can't just leave him here. It won't sit right on my conscience."
"Cleo's right. We gotta do something about Terrance. And then we have to get the hell out of here. All right? Road trip," John B spoke, walking over to JJ.
"What?" JJ said.
"Road trip to where?" Kiara questioned.
"John B and I were talking. We think the North Star and the Half Moon Battery is referring to Charleston," Pope explained.
"If we get to Charleston before them, we have a fighting chance," John B added.
"What?" Kiara breathlessly said.
"Don't you think we should think on this a little more?" Kyla spoke up, seeing how shaken Cleo had been and how everyone else had been after having to hide a dead body for the cops.
"We have no other option," John B argued. "What-what are we doing?"
"What do you mean, 'we don't have any other option'?"
"The zoning notice, Kie. We're gonna lose Poguelandia," John B reminded her.
"John B, they killed Terrance. We're in way, way over our heads."
"I know, Kie, but we have no choice. Dawn patrol." John B got up and went over to the blonde boy. "Hey, JJ? Get the Twinkie up and running by dawn."
"All right."
"The rest of us will do right by Terrance. We'll be back here about 0700 hours. First ferry leaves at 8:00. Let's go to Charleston. Okay with that, Cleo?" John B asked.
"In Charleston, we could find the man who killed Terrance," she answered, looking at her knife before she sharply brought it down back into the wood. "I'm good with it."
