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CHAPTER THREE ( motel or meth lab )
POPE, KIARA AND AURORASTOOD OUTSIDE THE COAST GUARD ON THE DOCKS; the cruel obx sun beating mercilessly down on them as they patiently awaited John B and JJ's return. Piqued chatter and argument sounded from every direction, the scene overwhelming as one might expect after a devastating natural disaster such as hurricane Agatha. Aurora was glad the two boys had volunteered to brave the irritable, tired, sweaty, and smelly crowds inside the building; happy to wait outside with fresh air in a less busy area.
"Want your hat back?" she turned to Pope, the salt-infused ball cap still on her head; having dried and turned stiff in the sunshine.
The boy shook his head, leaning back against a wooden beam with casually crossed arms. "Nah, keep it." she smiled warmly at him, Kiara rolling her eyes behind the pair.
They straightened their backs when the two troublemakers reappeared and halted in front of them. "Any luck?" Aurora asked, receiving looks that explained it; no luck at all.
"So, what's the plan?" JJ inquired, resting his arm on John B's shoulder.
"I think I know how we're gonna find the guy who owned that boat." the Routledge boy announced, mischievously dangling the motel key in his hand. He had that familiar knowingness in his voice that they all knew was followed by a risky, often times illegal adventure.
"We don't even know whose room that is. It could be anyone." Pope immediately objected.
"I'm in." JJ snatched the keys from his fingers, in no need of convincing as he tossed them to Kiara.
"Come on! I'll be look out!" she smiled sweetly, shrugging her shoulder to her ear as the three began to stride back to the HMS Pogue; Pope still clearly hesitant.
"If you don't want to go, I'll stay back with you." Aurora offered in all seriousness, turning to him.
"Finder's fee. Just saying." John B tempted further, patting their beloved geek friend on the shoulder; soon holding his arms to the side as he sauntered away. "And hey, at least you'll only be an accomplice! And Rory? Get your ass over here! I know you wanna come."
"Man." Pope sighed, reluctantly beginning to follow after him.
