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"You can drive all night
Lookin' for the answers in the pourin' RAIN
You wanna find peace of mind
Lookin' for the ANSWER"

cigarette daydreams
cage the elephant












the pogues somehow got through the rest of the school day without telling anyone or bursting out in tears of joy. after school they went to the wreak, hoping to come up with a plan to help their wanted friends.

"just for the record, i never doubted them." jj said as they walked outside

"i owe you five bucks." kiara laughed

"hey kiara, i do need those setups done by five!" mrs carrera shouted at her daughter

"you know there are other people that work here." kiara yelled back at her mother.

"but ain't none of em my children!"

"i feel that." pope sighed as they sat down on the wooden benches at the pier. "on a deep, emotional level, i understand that."

"so we going to the bahamas or what?" jj asked

"dude, there no way we're getting to the bahamas." pope pointed out

"john bs get nabbed sooner or later. so if we're going to clear his name we need to have done it yesterday." kiara said

"i'll tell you how we do it." jj stood up, moving over so he was infront of the rest of them

"oh here we go." cali sighed as she braced her self for the boys idea

"i've got it all planned out. we kidnap rafe."

"i'm sorry, what?" pope widened his eyes at the boy

"we kidnap rafe, tie him up and stick the gun in his mouth and just wait till he starts squawking."

"you know, tortures a war crime." kiara pointed out

"yeah, so how exactly do you plan on clearing john bs name from a prison sell? because that's a felony." pope asked

"yeah, i'm gonna have to vote against that idea." cali nodded

"alright, well, what do you got pope?" jj asked the smart boy "i was just trying to keep it simple. you know, one stop and we're done."

"guys, all we need is a material witness. we saw wards plane fly right over our heads with the gold inside of it. he didn't fly it. if somebody else was flying it, they were there in the tarmac. they saw peterkin get murdered. we just have to find whoever that was and get them to confess on record."

"how do we do that?" kiara asked

"a little light espionage." pope smirked.

"a little ghost recon." jj smiled, fixing his cap.

pope held out his hands, "woogity woogity?"

"woogity woogity." they all smiled, wiggling all their fingers together.

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"if this guy was flying planes for ward, he's gotta be pretty tight lipped." pope said as they drove across the bridge.

"so then direct approach gets my vote." jj loaded the gun, cocking it, making all their heads dart around to him.

"jj no!"

"no! what?"

"jesus christ! no!"

"put the gun down, man."

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