CARLOS AND HIS MEN ARRIVED SOON, AND ALL OF THEM WERE ARMED. JJ and Bree winced at each other after looking out the window and seeing how outnumbered they were. Someone downstairs called for Portis, and JJ did the best impression that he could, yelling back, "Yo, I got them up here! There's two of them!"

"Where you at, mate? Portis?" a man with an Australian accent asked, walking up the stairs as Bree waited at the end of the hallway. JJ was pressed up right against the corner so that they man could not see him.

"Yeah, yeah! Take a left at the hallway. The stairway's right on your right," the Maybank boy answered, and he slowly inched his way back over to the Calloway girl. They then turned and ducked under a sheet before sprinting up some stairs to where Pope was waiting for them. "He's coming. Y'all ready?"

Once he confirmed, Bree glanced over at Cleo, who shot her a thumbs up. The brunette breathed out, "Okay, good." She and JJ continued to run up the next flight of stairs.

"Up here! One more flight of stairs now! You're almost there! You're coming, right?" JJ asked as the man continued to follow them. He was about to reach Pope and Cleo, but he needed to not spot them for their plan to work. "I'm still here. You just gotta come right in here!"

The man reached the floor that they were on, and they ducked into another room as he kicked a door in to reveal John B and Sarah tied to a pole on the other side. Sarah looked over at him with pleading eyes, acting as hostage-like as she could.

"Please untie us," she begged, and he lowered his gun arm for just a moment so that he could walk over to them. However, he stepped right into their trap and fell through the floor where Pope and Celo were waiting for him.

They heard a gunshot, and JJ and Bree whipped their heads around to look at each other in terror before sprinting down the stairs. They entered the room, ready to fight, but they froze when they saw a gun pointed right at them. The Australian man's friend had caught them."Don't move! Hold it!" Pope and Cleo had their hands up, but the Heyward boy used his head to gesture to the ground. Bree looked down to see the gun right in front of them. "Don't even think about it."

"Shit," Bree muttered to herself, but her disappointment was short-lived because John B fell out of the ceiling and landed on the man, knocking him and the gun to the ground. She took to opportunity to grab the gun and point it right at the men.

"I would take it nice and slow now. It's time for y'all to freeze. Tie them up," JJ ordered, and he handed some rope to Cleo while Pope grabbed the other gun. He then used Portis' phone to snap a picture of the tied up men, smiling while he did so. "All right, y'all, let me see those mugs. This is going to your boss. Smile. For the record, they thought this plan wasn't going to work. All right, just send that to your boss."

He stood back up, looking down at the phone with a satisfied expression. Bree reminded him, "Time for stage three." He seemed excited that she remembered.

"Time for stage three," he confirmed, backing up with the phone. "Hostage swap. We're gonna give your boss a little ring-a-ling, so hang tight."

"Mr. Portis. Do you have Ms. Carrera's friends?" Singh questioned on the other end, picking up after just a few rings. However, the mention of Kie seemed to make JJ panic and realize how real this was. So, John B had to take the phone from him.

"Yeah. Yeah, we found them. Listen, my name is John Booker Routledge," the boy introduced himself, and he kept stuttering. He did not seem confident at all. "We have your men tied up, and they're in for a really, really harsh time if you don't give us Kiara back right now. Like right now. And I mean that."

There was a really terrifying laugh that sent shivers down Bree's back before the answer. "Kill them?"

"What?" John B asked, shocked. The men on the ground looked up as well, and Bree was not sure if they had been expecting that or not. She knew for a face that she would switch sides immediately if her boss told her kidnappers that it was okay to kill her.

"Kill them. Go ahead and kill them, John Booker Routledge," he repeated, and Bree peeked her head out the window and laid eyes on who she assumed was him. He had the phone to his ear and a smirk on his face. There were guards everywhere, and it was going to be almost impossible to get out of there. "It doesn't matter to me, you know. Just know that if you do, the hotel is surrounded, you know. All of you inside will die."

Bree's eyes widened as she watched the men begin to run toward the building, and as soon as they were inside, there was a good chance that the Pogues were not getting out. She yelled, "We gotta go. We gotta go right now!"

They all sprinted out of the room, leaving the guards tied up behind them. They flew down the stairs as fast as possible, but they had no clue where to go. They ran out to the balcony, but that would an awful place to be cornered. So, they had to turn around and try to go back.

"Go back to the main entrance!" JJ yelled, but that was an even worse idea. They looked back when they realized that Pope had stopped right in front of the gate that led to the elevator shaft. "What are you thinking, Pope?"

"Gotta be a better option, right?" John B asked as the Heyward and Maybank boys pulled open the gate, and they all poked their heads out and looked down. There were at least five stories until the ground, and none of them were making that jump.

Bree looked suspiciously at the bottom, and she tried to think of any possible ways that they could survive that situation. Best case scenario, they break something and are unable to run from Singh. She murmured, "Uh... that's a drop."

"This is like the Hawk's Nest part two. I'm not doing this," the Routledge boy confirmed, shaking his head and taking a step back. Bree had not thought about the fact that he probably had extreme PTSD from the incident. He was not about to jump five stories again on purpose.

Pope responded, "I think we need to think about this from a risk-reward perspective."

"How about you go first and cushion my fall?" JJ suggested, and his friend looked at him like he was insane. While they were arguing about that, Cleo pushed past them and just jumped, grabbing onto the cable and using it to lower herself down.

Bree, noticing that she was alive and well and realizing there was no other option, took a deep breath and a few steps back, breathing out, "Fuck it." She got a running start and jumped as well, grabbing another cable. Sarah was right behind her.

They hit the ground and looked up to see Pope and JJ climbing down behind them. John B had still not moved. Sarah looked up and shouted, "John B! John B!" He glanced back before finally willing himself to jump. However, he had waited too long, and as soon as he landed on the cable, he was being shot at.

This caused him to release his hold and start falling. He landed on top of JJ, and they both slid down extremely fast. The girls at the bottom dove out of the way just in time as the boys hit the ground with a loud thud. Pope climbed down quickly, landing beside them as Bree pulled the Maybank boy to his feet. She looked him in the eye as he coughed from having the wind knocked out of him. "You good?"

"Yeah," he responded after shaking his head. He grabbed her waist and turned her around, pushing her in front of him. "Come on, we gotta go."

They ran out the back door and down the driveway to a path that would lead them out of there. However, there was a guard standing at the exit, and John B had to throw a glass bottle to distract him while they snuck past him.

And they were out.