BRIZO | 𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤

THIRTY-FOUR (II)

CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT - B TEAM

"Nice work, John B. You know these things lock from the outside, right?" JJ scoffs, hanging to one of the yellow strings that keep the cargo from moving.

"Okay, I was just trying to get us on the boat, JJ." My brother answers tiredly. "I wasn't thinking that far ahead."

"We're stuck in here like rats in this death cage!"

I'm sitting next to Kiara, looking down at our friends, while wiping the sweat off our foreheads. I take off my flannel, letting it pile behind me on the container.

"It's hot." Kie groans, imitating me and taking off her coat.

I run the edge on my head through my forehead, trying to wipe the sweat, as I let out a loud sigh, watching JJ pace around the tiny space, and Pope lean his head with his eyes closed in a container.

"Okay, JJ, you're not helping." Pope says, "You don't have a lot of room to talk right now."

"Guys, stop..." I warn them, rolling my eyes.

"You said you had a plan, but what happened to thinking ahead?"

"I find your lack of self-knowledge disturbing."

"Guys, seriously, stop, now." I raise my voice a little louder.

JJ lets out a sarcastic laugh, and turns around facing Pope, "Last I checked, you literally shot an oil container with the gat."

JJ takes a step closer, confronting Pope, who also takes a step forward, facing his friend. I'm so fed up with this situation. I've had enough of them screaming and complaining. I shoot my foot and hit the container next to them making a loud thud when my boot hits the surface.

"I said stop!" I cut them off, with my leg in between their faces, stopping them for keeping on. "Pull it together."

JJ glances at my leg, and his eyes keep trailing up until they meet mine, licking his lips and then looking away again with the ghost of a smirk. I pull my leg back, still watching JJ as he turns around and sighs.

"Okay." He mutters.

"Let's try to find a way out of here." Pope suggests.

John B gets closer to the window again, and looks through it. Tiny rays of sunshine come through, making some locks of his hair look lighter. I frown, and snap my fingers to get his attention.

"Get out of there. They're gonna see you, JB."

"There's no one out there..." He mutters under his breath, still looking out of the window.

I take a deep breath, and let it out loudly. JJ takes off his hat, and throws it somewhere back in the container. He also gets rid of his jacket, running a hand through his hair after, leaving his blonde mane messily pushed back.