13 | 𝕋𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕪𝕒𝕣𝕕

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。・゚゚・・゚゚・。Chapter 13 。・゚゚・・゚゚・。

After leaving the hotel, the five teens piled back into the Twinkie, ready to head to the scrapyard to pick up the drone JJ had suggested. As they drove, they discussed the plan to distract one of the guards and let the boys sneak in to steal the drone. Kiara and Frankie would be responsible for the distraction. Pope, however, was hesitant about the idea, not entirely convinced it would work.

"Pope, we're not stealing the drone. We're borrowing it." John B states to reasure the boy.

"Humans are the only animal that can't tell fantasy from reality." Pope quotes,

"Did you come up with that?" John B questioned.

"Albert Bernstein came up with it." Pope informs.

"Ablert Bernstein? Who is that?" Frankie questioned, tilting her head to the side.

"A person who wrote about it. It's applies to this whole treasure hunting thing." Pope states, leaving the four quite.

"So which is it? Fantasy or reality?" Pope asked, earning the four attention.

"Why are you so werid, Pope?" JJ asked staring down at the joint in his hand that he was busy making.

"It's fantasy, but possible reality." Kiara spoke up.

"Reality." John B states, looking over at Kie.

Frankie hummed leaning againts JJ's side as she thought. "I don't know, i like to say fantasy but maybe it's reality."

"Virtual reality." JJ grinned glancing down at the brunette before looking up, lifting the lighter up near the joint only for it to be snatched out of hand. Pope throwing it at the back of the twinkie letting it roll away.

"Keep the signal clear." Pope states, looking down at the blonde and the brunette who both stared back at him shocked.

"That was a waste of a joint Pope!" Frankie frowned.

"You know what your problem is!" JJ argues.

"You?" Pope fires back.

"No! It's that you need to relax man. You're always so tense!" JJ argues back.

"I'm not too tense." Pope replies back.

The Twinkie pulled up and parked near a large black truck with the HMS Pogue attacked to the back. Realizing the Twinkie wasn't sturdy enough to carry the boat and might be easily recognized, they needed to find an alternative vehicle. Both Frankie and Kiara climbed out of the Twinkie, and before departing, Frankie exchanged a small smile with JJ. She assured him, "I'll be back soon, so just don't do anything reckless and get yourself hurt, J."

"Don't worry, princess, I won't. Besides, it wouldn't be as fun when you're not around." JJ reassured the girl. Frankie shook her head at the boy and walked over to the vehicle. The two climbed inside, with Kiara behind the wheel. They arrived at the scrapyard and parked outside the gate. Then, they went around and punctured the tire, pulling out the valve as they called out for help. The calls for her caught the attention of the guard, and he approached them from behind the gate.

"Can I help you?" He asked the two, once he walked out the little hut he was sat in.

"Hi! Um, we actually we have a flat tire." Kiara spoke up first.

"We was wondering if maybe you could help us out? We are supposed to be meeting our friends, and now this has happened." Frankie explained, sharing a slight glance with Kie.

"Yeah." He agreed turning round so he could walk and gather the things he needed.

"It's too easy." Kiara whispered.

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