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Pope found Wyatt and John B watching Sarah and her dad argue on the level below, but he wasn't alone.
John B stared in disbelief at the newcomer. "Cleo? What the hell? What are you doing here?"
"What are you doing here?" Cleo repeated back at him. "I work here. This is my boat. It got too hot in Nassau because of you and Sarah. I had to run."
"It's not safe out here," Pope said. "We gotta go now."
Cleo led the way before she switched places and Pope was up front until they reached the container they'd left their friends in. The cover was back on it so the pogues inside could stay under the radar.
"Hey, hey, open up," Pope urged.
The cover was quickly pulled off and JJ's face appeared through the hole, lending a helping hand to those who needed it, like Wyatt.
"I thought Rafe got you guys for sure," Kie sighed. She was covered in beads of sweat, which rolled down her face and over her languid eyes.
"No, we're chill," Pope told her.
Wyatt hopped down off the spool after John B once she managed to climb through the hole, and Kie insisted they put the grate back up.
"No, hold it," Pope shook his head, before all attention was turned to the newcomer, Cleo, who stuck her head through the hole.
She seemed enraged at the sight of more pogues inside the container. "Jesus Christ. I'll kill you John B!"
"Who is this?" Kie asked in concern, making Wyatt grimace. Though she had formally met Cleo, she didn't know a thing about her. Wyatt was internally wondering the same thing.
"Just relax, just relax," John B murmured. "I told you I had a surprise, right?"
"Who is she? What's going on? John B!"
He put his hands on her shoulders and told her to relax. "Remember I told you about the girl we met in the Bahamas that saved us?
Kie thought for a moment. "Uh, Cleo. Yeah?"
John B looked up at the girl in question, still standing on the spool. "Cleo. She's gonna help us, all right?"
Cleo still seemed irritated, noticeable by the way she growled. "Next time, ask me."
Everyone settled down on a crate or spool of something in the container, and Wyatt realized just how hot it was in there. John B recapped his side of what went down on their little mission before Pope did the same afterwards. Wyatt only gave her input when absolutely necessary, like the part where she sprayed that dude with the fire extinguisher. JJ gave a nod of approval at that, but he still wasn't happy.
