The blonde girl crossed her arms over her chest defiantly. "A little. We're gonna get you guys back when you least expect it."
"Watch your back, boys." Kie chimed in. 
"Well, I for one, welcome that challenge." Pope stated, unfazed by their threat. "So did you guys... you know?"
"Reconcile our differences?" Each girl looked at each before they furiously shook their heads. "Not even close."
Then holding her finger up, Collins interjected, "But they're... willing to work together?" The two girls decidedly nodded in agreement, being as nonchalant about it as they possibly could. 
"You know what? That's victory." JJ deducted, before he and Pope both turned to each other and began their little handshake. 
"Wiggedy-wiggedy-wiggedy!"
Sifting through all the commotion going on, John B began to go back to what was really important. "All right guys, shut up now." His expression was serious but in an instant, it switched to pure mischief. "You guys ready to jack some loot?"
Within seconds, the whole boat was rocking with excited jumps and the ocean waves were drowned out by their whoops and hollers that couldn't be subdued by any splash or tide. Collins felt that in that instance, it wasn't just the girls that were apart of a pack, it was the boys too, and when night fell, they would be too busy finding lost treasure to howl to the moon. 
•••
Later that night, they filed out of the Twinkie dressed like shadows. Beneath the canopy of the trees and the dimness of clouds overcrowding the moon, one would have to squint very hard in order to see the band of Pogues slinking over the fence towards the Crain house. Collins landed light as feather on her feet as she dropped down to the ground, crouching low behind the bushes as they approached the property further up close. The plan was to get in the same way they had when they'd crossed onto the property the first time; through the cellar doors, into the basement, down the well. Simple as that.
There could very well be a treasure trove awaiting them inside. Amidst all of the potential malevolence that had transpired within the walls of that home, there was still a chance for something truly remarkable to come from it. The gold could be in their hands within hours, their whole lives could be changed in an instance. 
At least it could if they can get past the motion-detecting porch lights that just flicked on. 
Ducking for cover and scrambling to turn off their flashlights, the Pogues each felt a surge of panic flush over them. Facing each other in one small circle, it went without saying that they were going to need to regroup and rethink their next steps because this wasn't going to be as easy as they thought.
"Okay, so she has motion sensor lights." Pope whispered carefully. 
"We could, uh, move really slowly, maybe?" JJ proposed, just to be met with a couple of dubious glances 
"Yeah, that's not how it works."
"Oh shit, let's throw a rock at it." John B piped up afterwards, an optimistic glint in his eyes as he said it. 
"Don't be volunteering Mr. Mathlete, here." Kie deadpanned, nudging Pope on the shoulder. He scowled at her in response. 
"Yeah, and that's a really good idea, letting the axe murderer know we're here. We might as well ring the doorbell."