SCRATCH OFF ☆ Summer of '84

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" Part of the game "

After the boys were notified by Davey that he had an idea, they all met up at the stairs like always. Josh made sure two things went smoothly tonight; staying the hell away from Eats and keeping his arm out of sight.

"Alright, here's the plan." Davey started, pointing the light from his flashlight to the old walkies in his hand.

"No way, you still have those?" Farraday said in disbelief.

"While you guys are spying, we're gonna plant one of these outside Mackey's bedroom window. We can use the other one to listen." Davey continued.

"Audio surveillance? Smart." Josh said, smirking.

"Let's just not get caught, okay?" Woody said with a look of worry on his face.

"If Mackey spots you just act like it's a part of the game. Now, we probably have like two minutes 'til those little shits are up our asses with flashlights so let's be quick, okay?" Davey instructed. "Josh, Eats, you guys take the backyard. Farraday, you're lookout. Me and Woody will plant the walkie." Davey told them, causing Josh and Eats to glance at each other. 'So much for staying away' Josh thought.

They all put their hands in the middle.

"Operation Manhunt starts now. Let's go."

Eats and Josh both took different sides of the back years, going their own way to get there. Josh was determined to have the least possible contact with Eats, repeating to himself that Eats wasn't worth it. When he got to his assigned bush, he peeked into the window, holding the walkie to his mouth.

"Who's got eyes on him?" Davey asked through the machine.

"I got him, he's in the living room. Over." Josh answered. That was when Eats decided to start throwing pebbles at him, trying to get his attention. Josh simply turned his head to glare at him, the turned it back to the window. After a few minutes, Josh was getting really annoyed. "Eats, cut it out!" He whispered yelled.

"I need to talk to you!" Eats whispered back.

"I don't care-" Josh started, but was cut off by something be yelling 'big-tittied butthole'. They got caught.  Then, Eats decided to be helpful.

"Holy fuck. Guys... he's wearing rubber gloves and he's got a bucket of cleaning shit."

"Wait, what do you mean?" Davey asked.

"Tiny, he's coming your way."

"What's in the bucket?" Davey asked again.

"It looks like bleach, a scrubbing brush, and I can't tell what the rest is," Josh answered, inspecting the officer. "Holy shit, he's got blood on him!" He said, causing Eats to look over at him.

"What? Are you sure?"

"I-I don't know. It could be paint. It's on his shirt. Shit. He went into the basement." Josh said nervously, running to the side of the house when the officer disappeared, leaving Eats to keep an eye out. He approached the basement windows, which were both blocked by something. "What the hell? All of his basement windows are painted over," he spoke into the walkie. "Mackey's M.I.A."