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𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝚆𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚈-𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙇𝙊𝙎𝙏 𝘽𝙊𝙔
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"𝘞𝘌𝘓𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘌 𝘛𝘖 𝘊𝘙𝘈𝘊𝘒𝘏𝘌𝘈𝘋 Wasteland." JJ announced chirpily as he parked the van he'd been driving in front of the pathetic excuse for a place-of-living. John B sat next to him with his feet propped up on the dash while Kie, Pope, and Sarah Cameron were situated in the back of the van.
"Dude, why're we at Barry's?" Pope questioned. JJ didn't need to turn around to know that Kie was probably rolling her eyes, so he couldn't help but appreciate Pope for actually voicing his concern and confusion.
Flipping over the driver's license that he had nagged from Barry after the moron had failed to ambush them, JJ double checked the address. He found it hard to believe that someone actually ran an establishment in the piece-of-shit shack he'd pulled in front of.
"This'll only take a second." He let his friends know after deciding that the address was indeed correct. He hopped out of the vehicle and made his way up to the entrance.
"Where're you going?" Kie called after him.
"Yo soy justicia." The boy called back theatrically. He slipping inside and started ransacking the place for the drug dealer's cash stash. The creaky door that he'd brushed aside to enter creaked again, but JJ didn't bother turning around to see which one of his friends had followed him in.
