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Chapter 21-Found

Curly's POV.

After me and Tim left the police station, he told me the real plan. It was apparent that the cops weren't going to actually help. Not for a few weeks anyway. Tim told me that we were going to mail Angela's one thousand dollars and get a tracker to follow it. It seemed like a pretty good plan to me. We went home and Tim put the money into a normal, everyday envelope. I couldn't remember what address we had to send it to, but apparently Tim had written it down. He was the smart one in the family. I had no idea were the money had come from, probably wasn't legal though. Tim walked out of the house and I watched as he put it in the mailbox, pushing that little red flag thing up. I felt kinda bad for leaving Curtis, Dally, and the talkative one on there own. I mean, Ponyboy was pretty cool and Sodas was a nice kid. Neither deserved this and we had just ditched them. I shook my head and sighed as I released the curtain. I hoped the kids were found soon.

Darry POV-Two Days Later

I had brought the remainder of the gang, the two left, back to my place to get some sleep. I was tired myself and ready to fall asleep before my head hit the pillow. I went into the kitchen to have a bit of chocolate milk. Everybody else got settled in and were just getting to sleep when the phone rang. I waited for one of the boys to pick it up, but they just looked at it as if it was from another planet. Sighing I trudged out of the kitchen to pick it up.

"Curtis residence, Darrel speaking." My eyes began to water. I remember when Soda would pick up the phone and just go 'Yo. Soda here.' When he answered.

"Yes, hello Mr. Curtis. This is San Jose Police Department. We would like to inform you that there was an incident that might have involved your brothers." San Jose! That's were the doofus cop had told me Steve was sent. What did this guy 'might have'?

"Um. What happened? What do you mean might have?" The guy on the other line cleared his throat.

"Well sir, perhaps you should turn on your TV. I must be going now. I have several other people to call." I thanked him and hung up the phone. I grabbed the remote off the coffee table and turned the TV on. Mickey Mouse. I flipped through the channels until I came across a news station. I turned up the volume, much to the dismay of Dally and Two-bit.

"Ugh, Darry, turn it down." Two-bit moaned. I shook my head.

"Two-bit, Dally! Wake up, you gotta see this." Dally grunted but opened his eyes while Two-bit kept his close.

"We are now here at the scene of a deadly fire were an accused drug lord, Roger Moorland, is wanted for the kidnapping and murder of three hundred and fifteen children. Two hundred of these children were found dead on scene. Only a hundred and fifteen children are currently alive. We are still looking for more of the missing children. The San Jose police came out here earlier to arrest the accused drug lord when they heard several screams and smoke pouring out of the 14000 acre land which Moorland has been using to harvest drugs for the last three years. Police also have a lead that Moorland has been using these children to harvest drugs. No news on were the still missing drug lord is." Oh crap. My brothers had been in a fire? They had said only a hundred of the missing kids had been found alive. I knew for a fact that there were way more than three hundred and fifteen kids missing. The police here had said there was over five hundred taken in the past year. Oh god, I was going to lose my brothers. I sat down, tears ready to go down my cheeks as I remembered all the times I had yelled at Pony for inane things such as grades or his general lack of use of his head. I had wasted all that time yelling at him, time I could have spent being a better big brother. No wonder he liked Sodapop better than me. Now, though, now I had neither of them. I put my head into my hands so Dally and Two-bit wouldn't see me crying. A comforting hand was placed on my shoulder. I looked up into the calm eyes of Two-bit.

"Darry, there is a chance that their alive. They just said they were finding more kids alive now." I shook my head.

"With my luck, I've lost them. Do you know what my last words to Pony were before he left for school that morning were? Don't be home late, you have chores. I didn't even tell him that I loved him. What kind of brother am I?"

"The best ever, duh. The only reason you talk like that to Pony is because you care about him. The reason you don't tell him you love him is because he already knows." I suppose that was true. I knew Pony wouldn't have stuck around if he didn't think I loved him. I stood knowing what I had to do.

"How do you guys feel about flying?" Both Two-bit and Dally, who had been watching silence, gave me a questioning look.

On The Way To San Jose.

"Hey baby, you fly often?" Two-bit asked a passing stewardess, who ignored him.

"For the love of all that's holy Two-bit, leave the poor woman alone." I groaned. Ever since he had laid eyes on the blonde girl passing through the aisles helping passengers, he had been intent on getting her number. The poor girl had been called over by at least ten times by him so he could flirt with her. I had got me, Two-bit, and Dally a last minuet airline ticket using my emergency bank account. I felt this was bad as it was going to get, might as well dip into it. We had boarded the plane with nothing; we hadn't had time to pack anything. Lucky for us, there was a flight to San Jose still boarding. Now we were here, trying to keep Two-bit away from the stewardess. I rubbed my temple as a hint of a headache made itself known in my head. Between the events that had happened in the last hour and now this, I was ready to pass out. Might have too, if I wasn't so damn worried.

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