Chapter 7: Tip Off

"Yeah, we're them," answered Jack. "Who are you?"

"I'm Jason. I helped out Ponyboy when we were younger. C'mon in here."

The kids walked into the small apartment.

"Is this where we're staying?" asked Rachel looking around. It was awfully. Jason answered.

"Only some of y'all. My buddy Wesley is next door and he'll take the other half. He's out doing business right now. Make yourselves comfortable and decide who's staying where. I'll be right back."

Jason walked into his room while everyone sat on the couch or around it.

"So who's staying with who?" asked Alex.

"I suggest Rachel, Danny and Houston share one," suggested Jack.

Jack was the only one that knew how Houston felt about everyone. He was a lot closer to

Danny and Rachel since they were so protective of him. Since Jack was a family member he knew about it. Jack was cool with everyone. He actually enjoyed Alex, who was good at explaining things. He was close to becoming his best friend. He hoped he would be better than his last best friend.

"That's okay with me," said Alex.

Everyone else agreed and they just sat around talking. Meanwhile, Jason was in his room. He had called Wesley on his cell phone.

"Hey Wesley. The kids made it here."

"Have they decided who's staying with who?"

"I'll ask them in a minute. I gotta call Ponyboy first."

"Okay. Talk to you later."

Wesley hung up and called the Curtis home number, but it wasn't going through. He called Ponyboy's cell number then. The only reason Pony had a cell number was because his agent bought him one. Just then case they needed to reach each other.

….

Ponyboy, Soda and Trix were sitting around the table.

"Where are Steve and Two-Bit?" asked Sodapop.

"They're on guard duty right now. Man, we need a plan," added on Trix.

"I know. But what can we do?"

At that moment, Pony's cell phone rang off. He answered it.

"Hello."

"Hey, Pony. This is Jason. Your kids made it."

"Whew. That's good. Keep an eye on them. We call you occasionally."

"All right. Bye."

"Bye."

Ponyboy hung up and put the phone back into his pocket.

"They made it over there okay."

That's cooled Trix down more. That was his biggest fear; it was everyone's biggest fear.

"Shepard!" yelled Trix getting up.

He found Tim and addressed his problem.

"We need a plan. I want to go ahead and end it."

"Calm down Curtis. We're still trying to think of a good one. If you have any, let us know then."

"Whatever. I just want my son to be safe."

"He'll be fine. Just go hang out. You'll be on guard duty later on."

Trix sighed and went to go sit down with his brothers. He thought that his problems were over.

….

"How many are there?"

"Not sure."

K.T. was frustrated that it was this difficult to carry out his revenge. He just wanted to get rid of these greasers and go on.

"We'll have to catch one of them alone. There are usually a bunch around every corner."

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door of the small house. One of the I.B.K. members answered it. A shady looking man stood at the door. He had a long cut across his cheek.

"Who are you?" asked the member.

"You don't need to know."

"Why not?"

"I have information for you."

The member was about to tell him off, but K.T. yelled,

"Let him speak."

The shady looking man smiled and talked.

"I can let you know about a group of young greasers."