The ride to Miss Lana's house was filled with a lot of back-and-forth banter between the boys while you sat in the passenger seat looking at the town as you drove by. You were only really brought into the conversation when JJ bitched about the fact that you got the front seat even after he called shotgun. You just stuck your tongue out at him; John B vetoed his best friend taking the front seat with some excuse about you smelling much better than JJ, even though you knew it had more to do with how often he stole glances at you and touched you every opportunity he could, a pat on the shoulder here, a brush of your leg there. You weren't complaining, though; you enjoyed it, and when John B zeroed his attention on you, he somehow made you feel like the only girl in the world.

"Seriously, dude, this is bullshit. I've known you for what? 14 years? 15? Had your back every step of the way. You designated my seat a weak after you got the Twinkie on the night of its naming ceremony. And you've known her for less than 14 days; I gotta tell ya, that hurts, bro." He was trying to sound serious, but you could hear the humor in his tone.

You had no choice but to cut in, "Wait, wait, wait. You had a naming ceremony for a car? What on earth did this ceremony consist of?" You couldn't help but laugh, and after thinking it through for a moment, you took the jay JJ was offering you. You took a long drag; it'd been a while since you smoked, but you still managed to remember how to make smoke rings on your exhale.

JJ clapped with a big smile on his face, "Seriously, Peach, you're making me fall harder every day." He rested his hands over his heart.

You blew a kiss to him and laughed, "Don't try to change the subject."

John B cleared his throat, a little embarrassed, "It involved a can of beer we used instead of the customary champagne. Also, there might have been a speech or two sprinkled in."

You swore you saw him blush, making you laugh louder, taking one more hit before passing the jay to John B, who took it with a smile, getting over his embarrassment. "Oh my god, I so wish I was there, I could just imagine the speeches."

"Oh, you don't have to. Pope was super into this old camcorder he found in his house, and he was recording everything at the time." JJ laughed along.

"Oh, I am so going to have to get those videos out of him."

"I doubt it, it was one of his first times having a beer, so after just one, he was drunk and got a little emotional during his speech." John B said smugly, happy you wouldn't likely see a video of him during his awkward phase.

"I can be quite persuasive when I need to be." You said with a smirk.

"Don't I know it," he said too lowly for JJ to hear, but you heard loud and clear. He reached over and squeezed your thigh once before pulling his hand back.

You smiled at him before getting back to business, "Okay, okay, so what exactly is the plan here?"

"Well, it was Scooter's boat where we found my dad's compass, and he was married to Miss Lana, so we're going there to see what she knows about why he'd have it. She's pretty cool, so she'll probably answer our questions, I don't think we need to be sneaky about it or have any plans to get the information out of her."

There was a hammer at your feet for some reason, so you picked it up and knocked twice on the wooden handle, JJ looked at you as if you were insane. "What? Don't look at me like that; I'm knocking on wood. If I've learned anything while being around you guys, things never are simple. And John B throwing that word around so casually makes me think we need some extra luck on our side."

John B cringed, knowing you were right, and JJ reached forward to pat your shoulder, "Good thinking."

The ride was only another minute or two before he pulled the Twinkie over on the side of the road. You all hopped out of it and started walking up to the house. John B asked, "You know what this house looks like?"

JJ, who was a few feet ahead of you two, turned to look at you, "Whoever lives here smokes way too much weed."

You nodded your head in agreement as you continued your trek to the front door. You three had only taken a few more steps before you started hearing concerning crashing sounds, smashing glass, something being thrown against a wall, a sound of pain, or fright, you couldn't quite tell. You all slowed down, sharing looks with each other, one just as confused as the others.

"Bullshit!" You heard yelled from a man inside the house.

"Maybe we should come back. It's a little soon, grieving and all," JJ said, taking a step back.

You wanted to agree with him, but whoever was in there was angry, and you worried about that sound of pain you just heard, and whoever made it. John B had no intention of leaving, though, "No, no, no, no, shut up, JJ."

"Tell me where it is, or I'm going to fuck you up!" The scary man yelled, and there was a groan from a woman, you figured that must be Miss Lana.

"I'll sink you in the fucking…." There was another loud crash.

"Stop! You're hurting me," Miss Lana cried from inside the house.

You took a step forward, then another, without making the conscious decision, you couldn't just let her keep getting hurt without helping. You were forced to stop when John B wrapped his arm around your waist, stopping you in your tracks. You whisper yelled, "We have to help her!"

"I know, but we have to be smart about this, we don't know how many are in there, what weapons they have."

You hated to admit that he was right. John B squeezed you once before letting you go and taking the lead, "Shh, come on."

You and JJ both followed behind him as he snuck his way closer to the house, being sure to avoid being seen from windows. You made it right up against the siding of the house, under the window, as the crashing, screams, and the man yelling continued. You felt adrenaline coursing through you, ready to attack, fight, save her but unsure how to. You didn't know the house, you didn't have a weapon; if you ran up to the door and got in trying to help, the attackers would surely see you before you could get to them. So you stood there and listened, scared, looking between the boys, hoping they were coming up with better ideas than you. Unfortunately, they looked just as unsure.

"Do you still think we should stay?" JJ asked sarcastically. You slapped him and planned to tell him off later for being so willing to leave her alone with no help at all.

"The compass wasn't in the boat!" You all gasped, hearing the attacker's words. "Where is it, Lana?"

JJ saw how hard of a time you were having because you were doing nothing to help, and he reached over and covered your ears with his hands, "Shh, don't listen."

Part of you wanted to slap his hands away, but the rest of you let him, knowing you couldn't help her, you'd probably just end up getting hurt with her. Another loud crashing sound, and it shook the wall you were leaning against; someone must have thrown something hard at it, and flakes of paint came pouring down onto you three. JJ took one of his hands away from your ears to try to get the flakes out of his hair, "Is that paint?"

"Yes, it's paint." John B answered shortly. You reached over and grabbed his hand, interlacing your fingers with his, needing comfort.

"Let's get the hell out of here." One of the attackers said.

JJ lead the way to the side of the house, and you three looked around the corner to see what was happening. "We should just go, he's got smuggler… he's got smuggler written all over him."

"He's a smuggler?" You asked, a second later, all three of you ducked back behind the corner when two men came stomping out of the house, they looked oddly familiar.

"Hell yeah, they're smugglers," JJ confirmed. You three slowly snuck your heads back around to see them walking down a dock and onto a boat, starting it and speeding away. "Dude, those are the guys that shot at us."

You waited for the boat to be far enough away before John B. started walking slowly to the front door, taking you with him because he was still holding tightly onto your hand, and JJ was right next to you, so you linked your arm with his, keeping you all close together and in contact, you had no idea what you were walking into. Plus, even if you didn't want to admit it, but you were scared, terrified, even. You were wondering if you were getting in over your head. Still, you followed willingly, if only to make sure that woman was okay. You walked into the house and saw it was completely destroyed, JB let out a whispered 'shit' when seeing the damage.

"Miss Lana… Miss Lana?" He asked as you all walked through the house "Fuck!" He yelled, picking up speed, "Hey, hey!"

You noticed a second later what he was upset about, there she was, lying on the ground, in the wreckage of her house, obviously beat up. You let go of both of them and slowly reached for her. "Hey, hey, it's okay."

As soon as you made contact, she jumped in fright and looked at you with wide, almost unseeing eyes. JJ touched your shoulder, "She's tweaked."

"Do you need a doctor?" You asked, ignoring your friend, focusing on the sobbing woman.

"Hey, let's call the sheriff's department." John B said in a calm, soothing tone, but it only set her off.

"No, no, no, no! No cops, please." Well, at least she was finally responding to you.

"Mhmm, that's not good." JJ said and reached down to pick you up from your kneeling position, "Come on, dude, let's just go."

"You shouldn't be here!" She cried while shaking her head frantically as if to agree with him.

"That's enough for me. Come on." JJ said, pulling you and in turn, John B, with him.

JB stopped him, "Wait, wait. What do you know about these guys?"

You looked around the bathroom that you were kneeling in, hoping to find some first aid, but everything was so destroyed it was hard to pick anything out. Lana answered as she was trying to hold back more tears, "They were looking for something."

You'd just found hydrogen peroxide and a towel, slowly starting to clean her open wounds; the one on her arm looked pretty deep. She spared you a grateful look but didn't say anything.

John B started digging around in his pockets and slowly pulled out the compass. "Does it have anything to do with this?"

Lana, who started to calm down, panicked again, her breathing became shallow, almost hyperventilating, JB kept talking. "Do you know anything about this?" She shook her head no, but you could all tell she was lying, "This was my father's, and Scooter had it." Another head shake, this time more vigorous, "Why?!"

"Scooter didn't have it, okay? Don't tell anyone that you have that!"

"Come on," JJ repeated, this time more urgently, knowing it was time to leave, and that she wasn't going to give you any more information.

"Why? Why!" John B said, ignoring JJ.

"They can't know that you have that!" You tried rubbing her back to calm her down, but it didn't help and eventually, you agreed with JJ, it was time to go. Not for the same reasons he had, but she'd already been through so much today, and you all being there was just making it worse. She was yelling now, "You gotta get outta here!"

"What do you know about the compass?" John B's voice was getting just as loud, and JJ was pretty much constantly pulling at his arm to get him to move.

"Go! Get out!"

"John B, hey, listen to me," You said soothingly, drawing his attention, after a long second, he turned his head to look at you, "We've gotta go. She's not going to tell us anything, and if we keep pushing her she's going to have a heart attack or pass out. We gotta go." We'll come back and get the information later or another way you didn't add, but your eyes portrayed it.

He slowly nodded and stood, almost in a daze, letting JJ pull him away, and you followed behind after slowly putting down the first aid products close to her and making eye contact with her, asking with your eyes if she was okay, if she should be alone right now.

"Go," She repeated, a little more calmly this time, knowing that you got the pressure off of her and were on your way out. You nodded sadly at her before following your friends.

The ride back to the Château was quiet; John B seemed almost in shock. That was why you didn't complain or push him away when he reached over and took your hand during the drive. You knew JJ saw and had questions, but at least this time, for once, he had enough tact to keep his mouth shut for now. You were originally planning on getting dropped off at Tannyhill after this, but you realized you couldn't leave John B like this.

Thankfully, by the time the car parked, your friends were there waiting for you, and JB seemed to have gotten himself together. You gathered around on his porch and weren't even comfortably seated before JJ started the dramatic tale of the last few hours, making sure to go as far as acting out some of his words, "… and then we hear BAM BAM BAM. Knocking paint off the wall, G! From the inside! And I'm just covering Peach's ears cause she's shaking, scared as shit, trying to block the sounds for her. Wait, first off, look at this shit," he paused his story to walk over to his friends and rubbing his hands through his hair on top of them, trying to show them the paint chips.

You threw the closest thing to you, which happened to be an old empty beer can, at him, and it hit, he paused his hair shaking to flip you off, but didn't miss a beat, continuing trying to show them, "Look at this, it's the house."

"That's dandruff… disgusting," Kie said, sounding as disgusted as her words suggested.

"Okay, thank you," Pope said sarcastically, pushing JJ away.

JJ ignored their commentary, "Look at all that, alright? That's paint. At that point, I was just like. I was waiting for death."

"Oh, okay…" Pope said, cutting him off "Uhm, so did you get a good description of them?"

"Yeah," Kie agreed.

"What'd they look like?"

"Anything, anything helpful."

"Anything you could bring to like a police report, maybe?"

JJ walked to the edge of the screened-in porch and looked out for a few seconds before snapping his fingers and turning to the group, "Burly."

Pope stayed quiet for a second, then asked disbelievingly, "Burly?"

"Yeah." JJ agreed with himself.

"He's not wrong," You concurred.

"You know, like…" He trailed off, not sure how to continue.

"That's not very helpful," Kie said what we were all thinking.

"Okay, well, no, like the type of guy at my dad's garage. I mean, you guys know he made cargo hides for drug smugglers."

"Yeah, yes. No, we know." Kie said, exasperated at this point.

"All right, so you guys know I can tell you this with full confidence then, these guys, these boys, these killers," he paused to take a hit of his vape before looking at the rest of us, "they're square groupers."

Pope rested his head in his hand for a few seconds, not sure what to do with his friend. "They're square groupers? Like narcos square groupers? Like a Pablo Escabar square grouper?"

"Yeah, man."

You looked over at John B, who seemed just out of it. You took the THC vape JJ handed you. You took a long toke before exhaling slowly, "You guys, not everything is a kingpin movie." You shrug, "Then again, they're exactly what I'd picture a group of smugglers to look like, and they're not shy about shooting their guns at human beings. Like they'd have for real murdered one of us if they were a better shot."

John B nodded, but Pope spoke up panicked, "They shot at you?!"

You looked at him, confused, "They shot at all of us."

"Wait, so you're telling us they're the same people from on the boat?"

"Yup," You said, popping the P, trying to act much calmer than you felt at the moment. What the fuck did you get yourself into?

"Okay, okay, so what does this square grouper look like— specifically?" Pope asked, bringing us all back to the point. He was clearly agitated and panicking, too. At least it wasn't just you.

"You weren't there bro!" JJ said, getting annoyed that his description wasn't enough.

"Because apparently you don't know what to look for!" They were both yelling at that point.

"Dude! I wasn't taking little mental Polaroids the entire time, man, I was under duress! Okay?" His voice cracked a little with emotion, and that was enough to make Pope back down, "But I can tell you… I can tell you by the way Ms. Lana was screaming that these guys were serious, serious hombres, man. It's a heavy vibe right now, okay? I am not liking this very much."

You might not have known JJ very long, but you knew him well enough to know that him showing this much emotion and fear was out of the normal. Without thinking, you reached over and rested your hand on his back, offering comfort, slowly rubbing small circles, you felt better when you felt even a fraction of the tension leave him.

"Okay, why would they want the compass?" Kie asked as John B kept his eyes on said compass, opening and closing it over and over again.

"Right? I mean, that thing's a piece of shit. You couldn't pawn it off for five bucks if you wanted to." Simultaneously , both you and Kie reached across and slapped Pope's leg hard. You two made eye contact, and it was the first moment of comradery you shared. "Ouch!" You both gave Pope a death stare, and after a second, he realized why you both were so pissed, "No offense John B, I know it's like in your family—"

"The office," John B cuts him off, although you're pretty sure he hadn't been listening to the conversation enough to even realize his friend was speaking.

"What office?" You ask.

"My dad— my dad's office." He started walking into the house, everyone following behind him. "He always kept the office locked because he was worried about his competitors stealing his Royal Merchant research. I mean, we used to laugh at him all the time about it like he was ever actually going to find it. But now that he's gone, I've just kinda… I just left it as he kept it."

He stared at the door, the key in his hand, almost as if he was still debating if he should open it. It reminded you of the breakdown he had last night and the talk between the two of you after. He still believed his father was coming back, and being in the same boat with your mom, you had no problem believing he was write. You were right behind him, so you rested your hand on his shoulder. "Yeah, for when he gets back."

You ignored all the looks you got from the other Pogues; their eyes were asking you why you were feeding his delusions, well, other than Kie, again, you two were in complete agreement and shared another moment. With a deep breath, JB put the key in the lock and opened the door. He turned his head to look at you with a small smile, "Yeah, for when he gets back."

"Wow, I've slept over here like 600 times, and I've never seen this door open."

JJ and Kie nodded their agreement. JB went over to the wall and grabbed a poster-type thing, "Here, this is the original owner, right here."

"Robert Q Routledge." You say, reaching over to the board and tracing the name with your finger. "1880-1920, oh, there's the lucky compass right there." A picture of the man was next to his name, the compass prominent in the photo.

"Actually, umm… he was shot right after he bought it." John B said awkwardly, you all ignored the rooster crowing from the pen outside, you were used to it by now being over at the Château as much as you had been, "Then the compass was shipped back to Henry. He was killed in a crop dusting accident when he had the compass. After he died, the compass was given to Stephen. Stephen had the compass with him when he died in Vietnam."

"Let me guess, he died in action, right?" JJ asked, growing his own opinion on the compass.

"Sort of." He seemed even more uncomfortable now. "Uh, a-actually, he was killed by a banana truck. In—in country." You all nodded your heads at him, and John B. pointed at a grown man with a kid next to him in another picture, "Anyways, after that, Stephen passed the compass down to him, my dad."

"Hmm, sounds like there's a reoccurring theme here," JJ said.

"Yeah, uhm, John B, you have a death compass, ." Pope agreed.

"No, I do not have a death compass."

"You have a death compass!" Pope reiterated.

"Seriously, dude, get rid of it," JJ advised. "It's cursed, and it made its way back to you.

"Look, my dad used to talk about this compartment in the back right here," He said, turning the compass around and looking at it, "Soldiers used to hold secret notes."

He got it open; there was nothing in it. He turned the compass over, shaking it, not wanting to believe it was really empty. Kie noticed something written on the other side of it, "What's that?"

You all leaned in to get a better look, "That wasn't there before, this is my dad's handwriting."

"How could you possibly know that?" Pope asked since it was roughly carved into the metal.

"Because he does these weird Rs with the—the." he pointed to a similar R on the poster, "See it?"

"Red, Rout, Ruff," JJ said, trying to read the word written on the compass.

"It says Redfield." You chime in.

"Okay, well, what's Redfield?" Kie asked.

"Besides the most common name in the county?" Pope asked sarcastically.

"Ma-maybe it's a clue. Like maybe it's a clue to where he's hiding," JB suggests hopefully.

Pope shut him down again with his sarcasm, " A clue? Come on, man." You cleared your throat, opening your eyes wide, looking between him and John B letting him know to chill with the disbelief, "Okay, but if it is a clue, maybe it's an anagram?"

"An anagram! Yes." JB said, turning to grab a piece of paper. He handed it right to Pope, "You need paper, here you go."

The rooster crowed again, "How can you concentrate with that thing constantly crowing at you?" Pope asked, trying to get in the zone but being distracted by the animal.

"JJ loves the rooster." John B said.

"I do love that rooster, man," He agreed, and you laughed.

They get to work trying to think of whatever anagram REDFIELD could make while you look out the window, thinking hard to remember where on earth you saw that name recently. A black SUV pulled up, and you saw some unfriendly people in the front seats.

"Guys… guys…" they were all lost in their own minds. You wanted to scream, but the men were getting out of the car now, so you quickly ducked away from the window, John B saw your scared movements he reached over and touched your arm, wondering what was wrong. "Guys! Someone's here!"

They all walked over and looked out the window to see as the men were walking towards the house's front door, thank god the shades and blinds were covering you. "Guys," You hated the tremble in your voice, "Guys, that's them, the ones from earlier."

"No," JJ denied, but you could tell from his tone he knew you were right.

"Is that them?" Kie was just as scared as you.

"No, no, no, John B, I told you.…" JJ started panicking.

"This is suboptimal." Pope said.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. The gun! JJ, where's the gun?" You asked, trying to figure any way out of this.

"….I told you! Why does…" John B cut JJ's rant off by pushing him against the wall and holding his head so they were looking eye to eye.

"JJ, shut up! Focus! Where is the gun?"

"The gun? I- uh- I can't…"

"You don't have the gun the one time we need the gun?" Kie asked, almost in tears.

"B-backpack…"

"It was your backpack!" Both John B and JJ remember at the same time.

"And then I… left it on the porch."

"Go, go, go!" John B said as JJ already left the room to get it.

Unfortunately, you knew the house well enough to know when the guys yelled out for John B, they were yelling from the porch. You turned your attention to finding another way out of there; there was no way in hell you were planning on dying today. Your hand was already resting on the window sill, so it didn't take much brain power to think of the window as an option. You tried to open it as JJ thankfully made it back into the room safely.

The window wouldn't open, though, you didn't weight lift or anything, but you were fit, there shouldn't have been a reason you couldn't get it open. Kiara realized what you were doing and came over to help when it wouldn't open with both of you trying, she whispered yelled."It's stuck!"

"I think it's painted shut," you realized after you took a deep breath to calm down, noticing the paint covering it. You could all hear that they started tearing apart the house, the same as Ms. Lana's. Kie left the window after she realized you were right and started looking for something pointy, a second later she handed you a letter opener, and you got to work.

Everyone was panicking in the room while John B was standing against the door to try to hold them back in case they got to it before you were able to get out. You were close, so close but the sound of something hard hitting the door scared you, enough to look, you stabbed your finger in the process but with the adrenaline, didn't feel it enough to have it slow you down. JJ ran over to help John B hold the door as you got back to work. Another two kicks later the boys got pushed back from the door but finally, finally, you let out a victorious, "Got it!"

You held your hand out and helped Kie out first, she gave you a thankful look for the help, next was Pope, then JJ, you held your hand out for John B, expecting him to climb out but he didn't, "Go, come on!"

He shook his head looking at you, "No, you first,"

"No fucking way, I'm not leaving you."

"Don't worry, you're not." There was a gunshot from outside the door, "We don't have time for this, I promise, I'll be right behind you."

You looked at him knowing he was right so you took his offered help and climbed out of the window, running behind the rest of the group toward the chicken coop. You crawled in, your heart beating so fast you had the idle thought that you might be having a heart attack. You stopped breathing for fifteen full seconds until John B finally made it in the coop behind you.

The chickens and rooster weren't happy to have you as intruders, crowing louder and louder. You tried to calm them down but nothing was working, and it was like they were feeding off your panic because then the men came out with cases of Big John's work, and everyone froze not wanting to be found, they got even louder.

"Shut them up!" Pope whispered as he kept watch of the men.

"How?!" JJ asked as you tried petting them, bringing them into your lap, anything. The chickens quieted but the rooster was only getting louder.

"Pet it, or talk to it, whatever, just try something!" You said.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" John B said as the noise was enough to draw one of the square grouper's attention, he started walking over with his gun pulled.

JJ went after it, you held in a gasp when he grabbed it by the neck shoving it and twisting it against the ground until there was a sickening crack and it stopped moving completely. You weren't ashamed to admit you were crying, Kie was too, you turned your eyes away from the sight, and saw John B had his arm up in offer, you leaned into him as he wrapped his arm around you. You finally felt safe when you felt the tension leave his body and heard the car turn on and pull away. You weren't sure how long you all stayed there after the car left, the only sounds were you and Kiara's quiet sobs. When you finally had yourself together enough you looked around and saw JJ whiping a tear away too.

You felt pretty numb after everything that happened over the last hour, fuck, after everything that happened over the last few days. You were almost in a daze, so much so that when everyone stood up to leave you didn't move, not until they all noticed and John B turned around and grabbed you by the hand. You stood up and followed him almost robotically, didn't question when he opened the passenger seat to The Twinkie, and sat you down in it before finally letting go of your hand, slowly shutting the door, and walking around to the drivers side. You didn't question where you were all going either. You weren't sure why the rooster affected you so much more than being shot at, or houses getting ransacked, perhaps because you and the rest of the Pogues were willingly going deeper into whatever this shit was and that poor animal was completely innocent.

You came back into the conversation when John B was talking about his compass, "It had to be meant for me, right? A family heirloom. I mean what better place to leave a message for me?"

You looked at him and quirked your lips slightly, nodding your head, "Yeah, I mean it makes sense. I never met the man but from the stories I've heard, that's exactly the type of shit he'd do."

He nodded, happy someone agreed. Pope spoke up a second later, making sure to bring everyone back down, "it could also be possible that you're concocting wild theories to help, you know, deal with your sad feels."

"Pope, I know how to deal with my sad feels."

"Bro, you know how I deal with my sad feels, dank nugs and the stickiest of ickies, that's how I do it." JJ said, proving his point by lighting up a jay. You reached behind to the back seat and patted his knee, to let him know you all understood he did what he had to do, as well as agreeing with him.

"I'm not concocting, okay? My dad's trying to get a message to me!"

"If it helps you believe, John B…" Kie tentatively started,

"Look, I don't need a therapy session, I'm not trippin' out." He reached over and rested his hand on your knee for a few long seconds, "At least someone believes me."

You noticed several looks from around the van telling you to stop giving him false hope, you shrug, "Hey, if you're trippin', so am I. But I know I'm not, my mom's out there somewhere, okay. And I'll keep believing that's true until I see undeniable facts to say otherwise."

It was awkwardly silent for a long moment, Pope and Kie didn't know about your mom, so had no idea what you were talking about, while John B and JJ only heard about it once when you first met and didn't know any details. It was clear the people in the back felt bad about bugging on you about the false hope.

Still, JJ said, "It's okay to trip bro, but…"

"Look, my dad is missing. Missing. You don't know what it's like to have the one person closest to you vanish, and then have no idea what happened." This time it was you to reach over and rest your hand on his thigh in comfort, you were surprised when he took one hand off the wheel and wrapped it around yours, not letting go, "To just wake up every day wondering."

"It's been almost a year," Kie said, you couldn't help but wonder what she meant by that, was he just supposed to stop worrying after a certain number of months.

"Well hey, you never know, he could have been kidnapped, that's a definate possibility."

"Yeah, he could be in a Soviet sub getting interogated by the KGB somewhere." Pope said and you honestly weren't sure if they were trying to help or not.

"Absolutely, or… Atlantis." JJ added.

"Look, what do you think the message is?" Kie asked, knowing as well as you did that they were just making him feel worse.

"Redfield…"

"Hey, isn't that the name of that lighthouse you pass getting here?" You asked, Finally you remembered where you saw the name. It only stuck in your head because you thought it was a silly name when it was blue.

"Yup," John B said, just as we passed the sign for the lighthouse, it seemed he already realized what his dad was trying to say. "Redfield lighthouse, my dad's favorite place.

It seemed that this treasure hunt you somehow found yourself in was far from over. You just wondered what trouble you'd all get in at something as simple as a lighthouse. John B squeezed your hand once, which was still on his lap, with his hand on top of yours. You left him adjust them so you were holding hands and you felt more calm, more confident. You were ready to do what you had to so that John B could either get the information or closure about his dad that he was looking for.