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Newsie's POV

It was midnight by the time Jack and the Manhattan Newsies got back from Brooklyn. Jack's friend in mind was indeed Spot Conlon and he went over there to ask for help. But first he had to get David.

"What the heck?" David had said when Jack, Blink and Race showed up at his door.

"We'se need you'se to talk to Spot for us." Jack told him. "You are da Walkin' Mouth, afta' all." He said with a smile. So David agreed, leaving a note for his family.

When they got to Brooklyn, they found Spot on a ton of crates looking at the stars. "Hey, Spot!" Jack called. Spot jumped down. He had his cane in his hand and a slingshot sticking out of his pocket.

"What are you doin' here at this unholy hour?" Spot asked.

"Just what I'd like to know," Blink said. He was still tired and didn't know why he was dragged all the way out to Brooklyn when he could be sleeping.

"Well, Spot, we'se need a favor," Jack said, ignoring Blink.

"I see, Jacky-boy. But why should I do anything for you'se?" Spot asked.

"Just listen to the Walkin' Mouth, Spot." Jack said and pushed David closer.

"Uh, Spot, it's Oscar Delancey," David started out. He had been filled in by Jack and Race, and was just as fond of Jinx as any other Newsie. After all, he met her first. "See, he's got our pal Jinx."

Spot laughed. "Don't ya think your pal Jinx can get himself outta trouble?"

They Manhattan boys glanced at each other, not sure if they should tell Spot that Jinx was a girl. Finally, Jack nodded. "She's a girl, Spot." David said. Spot looked surprised, but only a little bit. He thought it over.

"Ok, I'll help ya, but on me own time." He decided.

"Alright, Spot. But be there by dawn." Jack warned and he filled Spot in on the plan.

"What now, Jack?" Race asked when they were on their side of the bridge.

"We'se already got us a distraction- If Spot comes through. So's we'se gotta position ourselves to break in." Jack said. They walked all the way to the Delancey's house, picking up the other tired Newsies on the way. "Ok," Jack said when they arrived and were hidden by a huge dumpster. "Bumlets, Specs, Skittery, you'se go to the right. See da windows? At the signal, break 'em and get in." The three nodded.

"Blink, Mush, Boots, you'se go up on da roof. Be ready to jump 'em."

He looked at Racetrack and David. "Davey, Race, you're with me. We're gonna storm in through the door and try to find Jinx once Spot's done with his surprise." He looked at the rest of the Newsies. "Da rests of ya, take care of the scabs. We're gonna soak Oscar and Morris so bad, dey won't 'member how to sell papes!" Everyone laughed. Then they all smiled, pleased with their brilliant plan.

"Ok, go!" Jack whisper-shouted, then grinned. "Don't be afraid to ahh… rustle it up a bit in there." Everyone smiled wickedly and went to their positions.

An hour later, Blink called, "'Ey! Jack! Is Spot comin'?" a few voices yelled in agreement.

"Shut your face, Blink!" Race called. "Someone could here ya!"

Jack was too angry for words. He was swearing for the past hour and cursing Spot to H-E-double hockey sticks.

"Hey, Jack, look!" David pointed to a tall blonde boy with five boys following him, who were about twice the size of him.

"Spot, ya dirty bastard!" Jack said, and went to spit-shake with him.

"Sorry, Jacky-boy. I had some things I needed to take care of, foist." Spot said, shrugging. His boys chuckled.

"No time for stories, Spot." Jack was impatient. "You'se remember what you'se gotta do?"

"Clear as day, Jacky-boy." Spot smirked.

"Good, now go do it!" Jack pushed Spot a little, and went back to his hiding place, running his hands through his hair.

"C'mon, boys," Spot laughed. "Jacky's gettin' a little noivous."

Spot knocked on the Delancey's door with the head of his cane. "Helloo?" he called.

There was some laughter, the rush of feet and the door opened to Oscar Delancey himself, who smelled strongly of cigars. "What? I'm busy!" he snarled to the unknown boy in the doorway.

"Well, you'se see, Oscar, you'se got something that doesn't belong to you." Oscar could only look confused for a second before Spot punched him straight in the face. Oscar fell back against the wall; Spot could pack a lot in a punch.

Morris ran in, with other poker buddies, looking to see what the commotion was. "Now, Jack!" Spot shouted over his shoulder, promptly got out his cane and shouted, "Brooklyn!" as he ran into the sea of scabs.

"C'mon, boys," Jack said, and the Newsies charged.

Inside, it was mayhem. There was misplace furniture all over the floor and pictures on the walls were cracked and crooked. Blink and Boots were fighting a guy twice their size and Mush lay on the floor, a huge welt on his forehead.

Jack didn't have anytime to check on his Newsies. Him, Race and David ran throughout the halls, shouting Jinx's name. Race took a wrong turn and ended up in a bloody brawl with a scab with a scar across his face. David got lost in all the fighting, which left Jack to look for Jinx.

He ran downstairs, and heard someone sobbing. "Sarah!" he cried. "Sarah!"