Head Over Heels - 𝖩𝖩 𝖬𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗄

14 | 𝔾𝕠𝕝𝕗 𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕓

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The following day, the five teens arrived at the Château to test the drone's capabilities. Pope, JJ, and Frankie sat on the dock, under the shelter of the hut, watching a small screen through which they could see both Kiara and John B beneath the water, waving at the drone.

"What's this?" JJ asked going to push a button, only for Pope to smack his hand away.

"Don't touch that." Pope states.

"Pope..this drone isn't your precious." Frankie, earning a chuckle from JJ.

"Seriously? I'm trying to work out this thing." Pope frowned, staring at the brunette.

"God bless geeks, Pope. Truly, man. What would we do without you to control the drones?" JJ spoke.

"We would of use Google J." Frankie states.

"It's not a drone. It's an R0V." Pope infroms.

"Shut up." JJ repeats two times, walking over the wooden railing leaning over as Kiara and John B both swam up to the surface, "It's too early for that right now."

"Hey, once we get footage of the wreck, we'll bring it to a lawyer in town and file a formal claim." John B instructed.

"It's bullshit. Why do we have to do that?" JJ asked.

"Because people just like making up dumb rules." Frankie shrugged her shoulders, standing beside him.

"Umm no, well, there is maritime salvage law. You can't just go to the ocean floor and scoop a bunch of stuff up." Pope explains.

"I know. I know. It's just lawyers aren't cheap, bro." JJ replies.

"As soon as they see the footage, they'll work for a comp." John B informs them.

"How do you know all of that?" Kiara asked, looking over at him.

"Cause my dad said it, like, a million times." John B explained.

"Yeah, that's fair." Kiara nodded her head swimming back to the deck.

"This tether is, like, really long. In the wrong weather, it could get pushed around." Pope spoke up.

"Then we'll go at dead calm." John B replies, following after Kiara.

Frankie head lifted up as she heard thunder rumbles from the sky, letting out a sigh. "At slack tide?"

"So now, we just gotta wait around for the right weather and today is not that day." Pope looked up at the sky shaking his head, turning round so he could walk off.

"Hey princess!" JJ smiled tapping the red head attention, dragging her away from watching the sky, "You comin'?" Frankie looked up at the blonde, nodding her head as she walked forward, following after Pope.

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After leaving the Château, the three found themselves standing on Hayward's boat, collecting shopping bags filled with items that the people of Figure Eight had ordered for themselves. Pope and JJ stood in front, grabbing the bags from Hayward and loading them onto the boat, while he explained their next steps.

"You three get these groceries over to Figure Eight. Get straight back here when you're done. No fishin'. I promised delivery by this afternoon. Rich folks don't wanna wait for you lazy sons if bitches." Hayward spoke.

Frankie stepped past the two holding her arms out as she grabs the next bag of Heyward, sending the older male a smile.

"Thank you Frankie, make sure they don't do anything stupid." Heyward spoke to the girl.