Still inside the van, Collins bit her cheek so hard she winced at the pain and tasted blood. How much worse would their encounter with Barry be the second time around if their first one was already traumatic enough? The only thing worse than being held at gunpoint is being held at gunpoint when the perpetrator's finger pulls the trigger. Collins feared that that was what their future entailed if Barry came home to his missing stash. 
"This is not the time to start wilin' out." Pope protested.
"How'd you like getting a gun pulled on you?" JJ shot back in irritation. He looked at each of them before he pointed his finger between John B's eyes and said, "He had it right here on you, bro."
"Look, we've gotta go get the gold, okay? Just give me that shit. We're putting it back." John B tried snatching the bag out from JJ's grip, but the boy reacted by grabbing John B by the shoulders and throwing him into the side of the van. "Do you feel like a tough guy? What are you gonna do when he comes for us?" 
"We punch him in the throat." The blond haired boy seethed. 
"Yeah, good fucking idea, JJ." John B said sarcastically. 
"I'm not putting it back." JJ shook his head and pulled the bag back into his grasp before retreating into the back of the van. Everyone was silent as they watched him.
It was only Collins in there with him, still in the same spot where she hadn't moved a single muscle. All she did was look down at the floor, not even paying him any attention or speaking any word of reasoning with him. She could've at least tried and asked him to think about what he was doing. He had to know he was in the wrong for this; he was just too angry to admit it. If she could've just pushed him to try and see that then maybe there was a chance at getting him to do the right thing, to realize that his friends were right. The devil on his shoulder was whispering troublemaking thoughts in his ear, but Collins could've been the voice of an angel willing to bring him back to good.
But Collins didn't say or do anything. She was numb to it all, void of any energy to put towards any effort required of her to set JJ straight. And refusing to act as accomplices to JJ's wrongdoings, the rest of his friends remained where they stood outside of the van. JJ paused for a moment, pursed his lips, and looked up at them. He scanned the faces of first John B, all the way to Kie on the opposite side of him, then finally, his gaze landed on Collins in the car just a couple of feet away from him. She averted her eyes and kept them trained down on the floor. What was she supposed to do? She couldn't fight against him and she couldn't follow him. She was a mere fly on the wall in that moment, and more than anything did she wish someone would take a fly swatter out on her and snap her out of this vacancy taking its toll on her. 
Jumping out of the van, JJ stood in front of his friends and waited expectantly for them to say something more to him. They had more to say so they might as well just get it out. 
"We're sick of your shit." John B told him bluntly. 
JJ immediately raised his brows and scoffed bitterly. "Oh! My shit?"
"Yes, your pulling guns on people shit. Look at Collins for crying out loud! Can't you see what you're doing to her?" Kie gestured pointedly at Collins, still in deep concern for the girl. She was concerned about JJ, too, but he was also pissing her off. He wasn't thinking about how this was going to affect them-- all of them.  
"You're acting like a freaking maniac." Pope added.
"Pope! I took the fall for you, man!" JJ cried in protest. "Do you know how much money I owe because of you?"
"I'm gonna pay you back and I didn't even ask you to do that!" Pope shot back.
"I just did!" JJ shouted. "Pay it back. Right here, right now, by myself. You know what? That's exactly what I'm gonna do. Go off, by myself."