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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗧𝗬 𝗢𝗡𝗘 wanted for murder
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"So this Berber guy that drew the map, he's Moroccan, right? Last time JJ saw Groff, he was probably headed to Essaouira on the Moroccan coast. Seems like that's where we need to go," Pope described as he read off the map as he laid on the hammock with Cleo.
"I just didn't think it got worse than Luke. But Groff? I'm sorry, JJ, I should have noticed—"
"Ky. Ky," JJ interrupted the older Carrera girl as he unscrewed another bottle of alcohol. "Your sympathy, thank you, but it doesn't do anything. This does." He held the bottle up and took a swig of it.
"J, come on, you know I'm only trying to help," Kyla told him, but she knew he had only been acting this way because of the alcohol. He had just said he didn't want to hurt her, but here was, drunk off his ass saying some stupid comments. She needed to find away to steal all the alcohol away from him and throw it into the water. But knowing JJ, he would probably dive in right after it.
JJ's eyes then widened as he saw a boat on the water nearing their campsite and he ran over, hopping on a turned over boat to get a better look. "Oh, shit. Guys."
"What?" Kyla questioned, getting up from her seat.
"Who's coming out here this early?" Pope questioned as they all started to get up from where they had been resting.
"It's the cops," JJ told them, seeing the 'Kildare County Sheriff' written on the side boat.
"How did they find us?" Kiara asked.
"Does anyone know you guys have this out here?" Rhi inquired and Kiara just shrugged and shook her head.
"So what's the plan?" Pope queried after a moment.
"Follow me," John B answered. "Let's go."
They all began to follow after John B, who started jogging over toward the dock. Kyla looked over her shoulder, seeing JJ stop and pour some beer over the fire to put it out before grabbing a knife. "JJ, come on!" She whisper-shouted and he quickly ran over.
John B started walking below the dock with the others, hiding underneath it as they watched the cops pull the boat up to the dock and hop onto it. "JJ Maybank! JJ! We don't wanna hurt you! Come on out!"
