"YOU SURE HE GOT EVERYTHING?" KIE ASKED JOHN B AS THEY SAT ON THE DOCK. When Bree arrived at the Chateau that morning, her entire plan of using the gold to pay for the house was shattered because Ward had gotten all of it.

"Every bar. The whole enchilada," the Routledge boy responded, and he sounded depressed. He was laying on the wood, staring up at the ceiling. He grunted as he yanked his cast right off his arm and threw it to the side. "Look, it's not like I expected a happy ending or some shit."

When the Carrera girl saw what he was doing, she scolded him, "John B—"

"What, Kie? It's a hairline fracture. Who cares?" He shrugged it off like it was nothing, and to him, it probably was compared to the fact that he just lost the gold to the man that killed his father.

She sighed. "You should care. Your arm's gonna be messed up for life."

"It's fine. See?" he said, holding up his arm to show them that he could still wiggle his fingers and that no bones were poking out of his body or anything. Kie still seemed a little suspicious.

"Guys! Guys!" They heard a voice call from behind them as footsteps approached. They turned around to see Pope running toward them in really nice clothing. Bree realized that he must've just come from his scholarship interview. He panted as he reached them. "Oh! Oh! Oh, God. I ran all the way here."

John B turned his head to look at him with a slightly concerned expression. "You all right?"

"How was the interview, Pope?" the Callaway girl asked curiously. It was the first time that she had spoken ever since the brunette boy dropped the bomb about Ward.

"Don't ask," he breathed out, and they all groaned quietly. Why couldn't anything go right?  "JB...Look, I'm sorry, dude. About everything."

The Routledge boy just shook his head. "It's fine."

"But — but I don't have a lot of time, and — and I have information that is tactically relevant," the Heyward boy began to explain. So, before I had my interview, my dad said he was going down to the private airstrip to cut palms for Cameron's big plane. Because it was too heavy, it needed a longer landing strip to take off. So, I'm there sitting in my interview, thinking to myself, 'Hm. Why would Cameron need a longer airstrip to take off? What could be so heavy to weigh it down?'"

"Gold," JJ muttered as realization crossed over every single one of their faces. John B sat up finally in shock.

He nodded. "That's right."

"Exactly," Pope replied, and he seemed really excited that they figured it out as well. He then told them, "Guys, this is our chance, but it leaves tonight, and we have to go."

"Guys, we can't give up now," the Carrera girl spoke up, a smile appearing on her face as she hopped off the railing.

Without a moment of hesitation, Bree joined her. "I'm in."

"What's the plan, big man?" the blonde boy asked, turning to his best friend with raised eyebrows. It was really his gold, so he would decide what the best plan was.

"We're gonna steal that shit back."

They hopped in the Twinkie and headed straight for the airstrip. JJ told them his plan as they rode. "We go in there, guns a'blazing, make Ward Cameron beg for mercy, abscond with as much gold as possible and vámonos, get the hell out of there."

"Send that shit right down the Intracoastal," John B added, looking to Kie to continue the sentence.

She smiled, "Wait for the weather."

"Exit to Cuba," Bree finished along with Pope, and since they said it at the same time, she reached over to give him a high five. She hoped that it would cheer him up as well since clearly, his scholarship interview didn't go very well.

"Cuba?" the Maybank boy questioned before shaking his head and cocking the gun. "No, man, Xcalak, Jewel of the Yucatan. Lobsters so thick, mangoes, and no word for money."

John B looked each of them in the eye. "Let's do this shit."

"What's the plan? Broad strokes," Kie yelled after him as they all climbed out of the vehicle when they reached the airstrip, him running ahead. They all followed him to a fence and grasped it, curving their fingers around the holes and staring out at the scene in front of them.

"I don't think we got that far," Pope informed her, looking through his binoculars, and they watched as men began loading wooden boxes onto the plane. "They're loading up the gold."

The brunette boy took the binoculars from him and looked at the car that just pulled next to the plane. "There's Ward." After a moment, he dropped his hands to his sides and stared in shock.

"What?" Bree questioned after a minute, getting a little worried since he hadn't said anything yet.

He sighed before muttering in response, "It's Sarah."

"She's with him?" JJ asked, turning his head to look at his best friend, his eyes shifting between him and Bree to see both of their reactions. Bree just froze before grabbing the binoculars and getting a closer look for herself, and sure enough, Sarah was standing next to the car that just pulled up.

She pushed them back against John B's chest in frustration, and he grabbed them, holding them up to his eyes again. He tensed up after a second. "Wait a minute...He's hurting her."

"What?" Bree, Kie, and JJ all said in unison.

"They're fighting," he explained before tossing the lenses to Kie and backing away from the fence before running quickly to the Twinkie and climbing in the driver's seat. "Holy shit."

Pope turned around to watch him, and the others followed his movements. "Hey! What are you doing?"

"John B, where are you going?" the Carrera girl questioned, and they all put their hands up for him to stop as he turned on the engine. The vehicle was already in motion before they could get to him.

Despite all of their protests, he just floored it straight toward them until they were forced to move out of the way to not get run over. Then, he crashed straight into the gate, creating a hole, but he didn't stop there. He just get driving toward the Camerons as his friends tried to run after the van. "Don't be a hero, dude! John B! What are you doing? What are you doing, man?"

"John B!" Bree exclaimed, and they stopped at the opening because he was already too far away.

They couldn't really see anything because they were so far, but they could see John B race the plane. He pulled ahead and stopped right in front of it, causing all of their eyes to widen. Bree fought the urge to cover her eyes. The bigger vehicle stopped just in time so that it didn't hit the smaller one.

They couldn't watch anymore, however, because sirens began to wail in the distance, and they were getting closer. Pope turned to them anxiously. "Guys, I can't get arrested."

"I'm on probation," JJ added.

Kie sighed before turning around, pulling Bree with her, and her eyes that were locked on the runway were now forced to look at trees. The raven-haired girl pointed out, "Look, we're no good if we're all in jail."

"Come on," the Heyward boy told JJ who picked up his hat and his gun that he dropped before they all sprinted in the opposite direction.

They kept running until they reached what looked like a scrapyard, and they decided that they had gone far enough that they wouldn't be caught. All of them were panting, and Bree quickly found a metal bench and laid down on it, staring up at the sky. The others did the same, finding their own places to sit or lay down.

Silence washed over them, the only sound being their heavy breathing. Bree's leg was bouncing up and down nervously because it was killing her that she didn't know what was happening. A gentle but firm hand landed on her knee, holding it in place. She looked over and caught the gaze of JJ, glancing between him and his hand with an expression that he couldn't read. He muttered, "It's gonna be okay."

"What'd you think is going on?" Pope quizzed them.

JJ sighed, glancing at him before commenting sarcastically, "Ward is giving up and handing over all of the gold. He's also throwing in some complementary finger sandwiches."

"Really?" the Heyward boy asked hopefully, causing them all to look at him. He was supposed to be the smartest of them, but maybe just being near the other Pogues had made him dumber.

They all went quiet again until Kie broke the silence with a very random question in an attempt to take everyone's mind off their problem. "If you could have one food with you on a deserted island, what would it be?

"Seriously, Kie?" the blonde boy mumbled with an annoyed voice, looking over at her with a look that was asking if she was serious.

She glared at him. "Just answer the question."

"The low country boil from your parents' restaurant," Pope answered before the Maybank boy could, and Bree could practically taste the dish on her tongue at that moment.

JJ exhaled before responding finally, "Lobster."

"Oh, that sounds so good right now," the Callaway girl moaned, rubbing her stomach. She couldn't remember the last time she had a really good meal. "Mine would be pizza."

"Simple. I like it. I might have to agree with you on that one," the raven-haired girl told her.

"Now, I'm hungry," Bree groaned. After another moment of silence, she informed them of something that she was slowly beginning to accept. "My mom and I can't afford to have a house on Figure Eight anymore, so we're selling it and moving to the Cut."

All of their jaws dropped as they sat up and stared at her in disbelief. Finally, the Maybank boy just leaned over and patted her on the shoulder in comfort. "Welcome to the Pogue life."

"Thanks," she muttered, shooting him a small smile. Their moment was interrupted by a loud sound coming from above them, and they all cursed when they saw what it was coming from.

The fucking plane.