“I’ve got a plan,” Frank said

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“I’ve got a plan. It’s called the ‘Escape’ plan.”

“The ‘Escape’ plan?” Emil said, looking at Frank with raised eyebrows.

“Yeah, I always seem to get trapped in something like this.” He said. “So
I use my ‘Escape’ plan to get back to civilization. No one is looking
over here, so why bother?”

“It’s not funny.” Bo said.

“You’re too young to be serious.” Said Quincy.
They all looked at him, and he shrugged.

“You know, Frank, you’re really not such a great leader,” Quincy said.

“No one’s perfect,” he said. “You make a lot of mistakes.”

Quincy sighed, “I know. I know I do. We’re going to have to fix this.”

“No we’re not.” He said. “I’m sorry, but we’re going to have to fix this.
There’s a hurricane coming.” Quincy yelled, “Quincy!”

“I’m okay. They’re all okay.” He said. He looked around him and suddenly
his eyes went wide. “Holy shit!”

“What?” Asked Frank, jumping over the trunk.

But Quincy just got in the driver’s seat without a word and started the
truck, “I think we’ve been spotted,” he said, as he sped through the yard.
He turned off the engine, and the group jumped up and watched him pull out
of the driveway. He made a quick turn-around and headed back to the other
side of the yard.

“You know I love you,” Quincy said to Bo and Jess as he got out of the truck.
“So, what do we do?”

“We go with Frank.” Said Jess.

“I’m just going to ask you a bunch of questions, Frank, and we’ll go find
a way out of this. Okay?”

“Yeah.” He said, “I’ll help you.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” He said as he leaned down and kissed her.

“You’re so sweet, Frank.” Said Jess.

“I don’t think I’m that sweet.” He said, “I think I’m just a man who likes
to have fun. When I’m with you, I feel like I’m doing something.”

“What are you talking about?” Jessica asked.

“I’m talking about me. I like that we’re here. I like being around other
people.” Quincy said.

“I don’t like you,” Jess said.

“Really? How can you be so rude to a guy who’s trying to help you.” Quincy
said. “I have a plan. A good plan. You’ll see.”

Frank looked at the group and they all sighed. They hadn’t been on a date
for a while now. They all had a date soon but it was the weekend, so now
wasn’t the best time to do it. He sighed, “Well, we’ve got to do this fast.
I’m not sure what time you want to leave. I mean, it’s late.”

Quincy looked at the clock on the dashboard of the truck. It read 12:00 am.

“I think we should go.” He said.

“What do you think, Jessica?” Asked Frank.

“We’ll let you two do things you like together.”

“Oh,” Frank said.

“You and Jess can go and be alone and talk about all the things you’d like to
do together.”

Frank smiled.

“I’m pretty sure you’re both really nervous about what it’s going to be
like, but we’re going to give it a try. You’re going to love it.”

“I’m ready to go now.” Quincy said, “Bo, are you coming?”

“I can’t right now.” She said, “I don’t want to leave the women alone.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Quincy told her.

“The women are fine,” Frank said. “Let me and Jessica go find the others.”

He started up the diesel truck as Quincy put a hand on Bo’s shoulder.
“Everything will be fine.” He said.

“I know.” She said.

Bo smiled as he left the yard, leaving the others alone. Everyone was quiet
for a few moments before they all started talking. The girls said they’d
talk some more, and the guys talked about how the girls were going to be
able to find them.

After about fifteen minutes, Frank and Jessica left the yard. They stopped
at the door of Bo’s house and knocked on the door. They waited a few moments
until Bo’s mom opened the door.

“Hello, guys. Did you find them?” She asked.

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