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"So we go in there guns 'a blazin and make Ward Cameron beg for mercy, abscond with as much gold as possible and vámanos, get the hell out of there." JJ said.
"Send that shit right down the Intracoastal." John B said.
"Wait for the weather." Kie added.
"Exit to Cuba." Pope said.
Claire raised her eyebrows. "Cuba?"
"Yeah, no, man, Xcalak, Jewel of the Yucatan. Lobsters so thick, mangoes, and no word for money." JJ said.
"Let's do this shit."
They arrived at the clearing behind the fence near Kildare airport and filed out of the car one by one, then wandered over to the fence to scope out the plane.
"What's the plan? Broad strokes."
"I don't think we got that far."
"They're loading up the gold." John B said, looking through the binoculars. "There's Ward."
He tensed and muttered a few curses to himself.
"What? What?"
"It's Sarah." He said.
"She's with him?"
"Wait a minute, he's hurting her."
"What?" The others asked simultaneously.
"They're fighting. Holy shit."
Pope took the binoculars from John to look for himself but John B ran back to the van.
"Hey! What are you doing?"
"John B? Where are you going?"
"Hey! Hey!"
John B turned the van around and the others scattered as he drove straight through fence and over to the runway.
"What are you doing?" JJ yelled, running after him.
"Come back!"
"He's a fucking idiot!" Claire exclaimed, running a hand through her hair.
Suddenly sirens sounded in the distance and the four of them panicked.
