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"AND WE WERE RIGHT OUTSIDE, LIKE THIS—" jj crouched down. "and all we hear is just: bam! bam! bam!" he explained. "knocking paint off the wall, g, from the inside! and i'm just like looking at them like—" he took a break from speaking, as he was breathless. "wait, first off, look at this shit—" he began to push his fingers through his hair, shaking the flakes of paint out that were in there from earlier.
"that's dandruff, disgusting." kie scrunched her nose up at him.
"okay, thank you—" pope said sarcastically, shoving him away.
"look at all that, alright? that's paint. and at that point i was just like— i'm waiting for death." he panted.
"is there any reason to his words?" pope frowned, looking to imogen.
"it's all truth." she shrugged. "although i'm pretty sure that is his dry scalp, not paint."
"okay, so you saw the guys that shot at us, right?" pope asked.
"yeah."
"did you get a good description of them? anything we can bring to a police report?"
"yeah. burly." jj replied with a nod.
"burly?"
"yeah."
"you know— that's not very helpful." kie rolled her eyes.
