JetPunk: The Mole | Chapter 4

Remaining: 7

Missouri, ColinShadow, Noivern, California, McKenzieFam, Capybarra, ItzIngenious

Challenge 9 

In The Car

“How much do you think will be up for grabs in this challenge?” Noivern asked.

“$18,500.” McKenzieFam and Missouri said in unison and stared at Noivern.

Noivern rolled his eyes and looked away.

"You're never living that down." Missouri laughed.

The camera cut to a different car.

“Ooh, look at the steam engine over there.” ItzIngenious pointed to a billowing cloud of steam.

“Oh my.” Capybarra replied.

“Wowwwww.” ColinShadow marveled at the sight.

“Oh my. This is so cool, like stepping back in time.” Capybarra marveled at the big steam train in front of them.”

“Greetings, travelers.” Nickelz suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

“Hello.” Capybarra waved at him.

“This is one of the historic mail trains of the Lithium Valley, an incredible coal beast. They don't make them like they used to, players. Which brings me to the point. Your next mission… a mail run.”

“Hell yes!”  looked pumped.

“There’s got to be a catch.” Missouri murmured pessimistically.

“You’d be right.” Nickelz confirmed. “Historically, Daşoguz has been a vital mail hub for this entire region. First, it was carried on foot, then by these extraordinary trains, and by car in modern times. Each comes with its own challenges, which is exactly what you're about to find out.”

“Seems like a waste of time.” Missouri rolled his eyes.

“Now, the first thing you're gonna need to do is divide yourselves up into three groups.”

“One team will travel by foot. Your challenge will be a test of endurance. Another team will gather the mail by train, a task that requires nerves of iron. The last team will gather the mail by car, which requires superb navigation skills.” Nickelz explained.

(Confessional: Noivern)

“I’m not going to say anything. My strategy is to sort of see where I fall, and that reveals how people see me in this competition. Secretly, I really want to go on the train.”

(End Confessional: Noivern)

“You will all have different starting points, and you will each have 90 minutes to collect 3 packages before heading north to deliver them at Jeppy Station. However, there’s a twist.” Nickelz muttered ominously.

“Of course there’s a twist.” Missouri rolled his eyes.

“For the car team and foot team, you HAVE to arrive before the train does, or the money you retrieve does not count toward the pot. In other words, you must beat the train.” Nickelz reiterated.

“If you are successful, you can add $18,000 to the pot. A much needed $18,000, I may add.” Nickelz' eyes flickered towards Noivern for a split second.

(Confessional: Noivern)

(End Confessional: Noivern)

“Alright, you guys discuss who will be in which group. Remember, the groups need to be 2:2:3, with the train team having three.” Nickelz finished off, and then walked away.

“Okay, let’s get started.” Missouri began taking control of the groups. “Who’s comfortable driving?”

“You like driving. Right?” California asked.

“Sure, I guess.” Missouri shook his head.

“Who do you want to take with you to help?” ItzIngenious asked.

“Where do you want to be?” Missouri suddenly asked Capybarra.

“The car. I’m comfortable with doing navigation.” Capybarra nodded.

“Okay, me and Capybarra are in the car.” Missouri confirmed.

(Confessional: Missouri)

"“I’m glad I got paired with Capybarra. Nobody trusts him now because of the mountain challenge, so maybe I can become the trust that he so desperately needs… to gain information for my own benefit, of course. We have MUCH to discuss!"

(End Confessional: Missouri)

“I’ll go, for the foot team.” ItzIngenious offered. “ColinShadow should come too, I know he’s got good cardio.”

ColinShadow nodded in approval.

“You wanna go running?” ItzIngenious asked.

“Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do.” ColinShadow replied.

“Okay, me and ColinShadow running.” ItzIngenious confirmed.

(Confessional: Capybarra)

“I’ve been talking to Noivern a lot in recent times. I know that you shouldn't trust anyone in this game, and I know that I cannot fully trust her either. People misinform you, and try to lead you astray all the time. He's always been an anomaly. But so far, she gives me reliable information, so why make an issue when one hasn’t arisen yet?”

(End Confessional: Capybarra)

“Okay, so me and ColinShadow running, Missouri and Capybarra driving… so it looks like McKenzieFam, Noivern, and California will be on the train.” ItzIngenious confirmed.

“I’m fine with that.” California folded her arms.

“Okay, so you’ve decided. Head to your starting points, because when the train whistle blows, the time starts. Good luck.” Nickelz finished.

“Let’s do it.” California, Noivern, and McKenzieFam raced to be the first one onto the train.

Missouri walked to the left side of the car to get in the driver’s seat and Capybarra sat in the right-side passenger seat.

Shrieks could be heard from the train.

“WE’RE GOING!” McKenzieFam yelled as he tripped and fell as the train suddenly lurched forward, and with that, the competition had begun.

On The Train

“This is literally so cool.” McKenzieFam marveled at the scenery.

He found two sticks on a table in the train car he was in.

“What are these?” He muttered to himself. Suddenly, his walkie talkie produced a static sound and he jumped up in shock.

“Hello, train team. Your cash packages are worth $2,000 each. They are in three mail bags hanging by the side of the train tracks in various locations along the way. The challenge you face is collecting them. Use the sticks to hook onto the bag and pull it onto the train. Remember, the train cannot stop, so you cannot go back if you miss one. Be on the lookout, they could be anywhere.” Nickelz explained.

California and Noivern apparently were listening in.

“So we received these sticks… We should place two people in the front, to alert everyone else when they see a bag.” Noivern said.

“Do you guys mind if I take the lead?” California asked.

“I’m going to take the back.” McKenzieFam swiftly walked to the back of the train.

“Where’s he going?” Noivern asked.

“He’s going to be backup in case I miss.” California explained.

“So what shall I do?” Noivern asked.

“You need to go up front.” California murmured.

“Okay.” Noivern ran to the front.

“I’m so nervous.” McKenzieFam muttered.

Suddenly, it seemed as if Noivern had seen something.

“CALIFORNIA! IT’S HERE!” Noivern screamed loud enough for McKenzieFam and California to hear.

“OKAY!” California replied, and held out the stick in anticipation for the bag to come near.

“Oh no.” California was becoming increasingly nervous.

“You got it!” McKenzieFam jumped for joy as California pulled the bag into the train.

“You want to do the next one? You want me to do backup?” California asked.

“No worries. If you wanna do backup, that’s perfectly fine.” McKenzieFam said. He grabbed his stick from the ground and went two train cars up, while California went to the back.

(Confessional: Noivern)

“McKenzieFam's a team player in that he will go where we tell him to, but once he's there, it’s pretty much downhill from there. Therefore, I’m going to sit back and let him work."

(End Confessional: Noivern)

“She will wave when she sees the bag!” Noivern yelled.

“Okay!” McKenzieFam grabbed his stick and seemed ready.

(Confessional: California)

“I’m watching you, McKenzieFam. Looking for shortcomings, so I can be prepared for this next quiz. I refuse to go home on account of you being suspicious.”

(End Confessional: California)

“We’re keeping a fantastic pace. If we stay like this, we’ll be fine.” ItzIngenious murmured breathily as he began to sweat from running. "Look where we are! It’s our first turn! What time is it, Colin?”

ColinShadow checked his watch. “11:35.”

“11:35. One down. We may be approaching the first property.” ItzIngenious gasped.

“Oh my! I see it!” ColinShadow began sprinting towards a house in the near distance.

“Awesome!” ItzIngenious chased after him.

“Keep it up, ColinShadow!” ItzIngenious pleaded as the two of them jogged down the flat footpath. "Try to use me for pace, but you need to run faster.”

“I can’t.” ColinShadow panted as he tried to run faster.

“We’re in the second portion, and we’ve only covered like 13% of the distance. The pace is fast.” ItzIngenious informed him.

“ItzIngenious, can we take a minute to rest?” ColinShadow kneeled.

“It’s close to six miles, and we have about 85 minutes left, so we’d have to be about 11 minutes a mile so we have some time to be at the properties.” ItzIngenious calculated. “We should be fine as long as we walk up the hills and run on the downhills and flats. We have a good opportunity here.” ItzIngenious replied.

“This is impossible.” ColinShadow grumbled.

“It’s not… get that out of your mind.” ItzIngenious demanded.

(Confessional: ItzIngenious)

"I think Colin is evolving in the method that he is making moves in order to draw suspicion on himself, and it’s producing the results he desires.”

(End Confessional: ItzIngenious)

“Keep ahead of me.” ItzIngenious demanded.

“I’m feeling a bit sick.” ColinShadow put a hand over his mouth.

“We’ve only gone one and a half miles.” ItzIngenious pointed out. "We have to get back to jogging.”

“I can’t do that.” ColinShadow replied.

(Confessional: ItzIngenious)

“I’m going to give him the benefit of the doubt, but it’s hard to believe someone so physically fit could be so tired.”

(End Confessional: ItzIngenious)

“As soon as we get up this hill, we’re going to need to run for at least ten minutes. If we walk, we won’t make it there.” ItzIngenious pointed out.

“I can’t do it.” ColinShadow panted.

“You listen here.” ItzIngenious snapped austerely. “I’m 23 years old, and I’m not complaining at all. You’re just 24, you’re not that much older. There's no way you're tired.”

ColinShadow reeled in shock, but tried to keep running.

“We can do this, Missouri.” Capybarra affirmed.

“Let’s get it done.” Missouri replied.

“So we only need to beat the train?” Capybarra asked.

“Yeah.” Missouri replied.

“Alright.”

“I was born for driving. I can feel the adrenaline in my arms.” Missouri exclaimed.

“Me too.” Capybarra replied.

“My eyes are peeled for a road called Francium Road. It’s going to be easy to miss, so I’ll need your help in finding them.”

“DID I FORGET TO MENTION THE TWIST?” Nickelz screamed at the top of his longs through the microphone. “IF ANY OF THE TEAMS CAN MAKE IT AT LEAST FIVE MINUTES BEFORE THE OTHER TEAMS, AND OBTAINED ALL THEIR PACKAGES, THEY EACH WIN AN EXEMPTION?”

“Man, we’re deep in the forest.” Missouri sighed. “There’s a landmark on the map?”

“Yes.” Capybarra replied. “The mailbox is a little past the camper, but right before River Crossing 4.”

“Alright. Just a little past the camper?” Missouri asked.

“Yes.” Capybarra confirmed.

“There’s a camper right there. That wouldn’t be it, would it?” Missouri asked.

“I don’t think so. I don’t see any turns.” Capybarra replied quickly, perhaps a hit too quickly.

“There’s a turn right there…” Missouri pointed to the sign to their left.

“Okay. It must have been a coincidence.” Capybarra shrugged.

“Mhm…” Missouri turned around suspiciously and kept driving. “This is River Crossing 4. Should we go across it?”

“No, we aren’t supposed to pass River Crossing 4. Did we just miss it?” Capybarra asked.

“We missed it.” Missouri confirmed.

Capybarra groaned in defeat.

“I think it’s back over by the camper. Do you want to go back and try to find it?” Capybarra asked.

“It has to be.” Missouri began reversing in order to make a U-turn.

(Confessional: Missouri)

"Not trustworthy. At. All."

(End Confessional: Missouri)

“This seems like a bad omen. The smoke is black now.” Noivern chattered. “I WILL GET CALIFORNIA TO WAVE TO YOU.”

McKenzieFam, who was attempting to get the next money bag, put his thumb up.

“Do you see it?!” Noivern yelled.

“Yeah!” McKenzieFam yelled back.

California went to the back veranda to do backup just in case McKenzieFam missed.

“Here it is! It’s coming!” California yelled suddenly.

“Come on, McKenzieFam!” Noivern yelled.

“Mama, an exemption behind YOU 💜!” California bellowed.

“COME ON!” Noivern cried.

“Oh my.” McKenzieFam held out his stick as the train passed the money bag.

He fumbled and with a clamorous crash the bag landed on the cold ground, and California could not reach it.

McKenzieFam winced.

“Foot TEAM!” Nickelz yelled through the microphone. “I know you’ve been feeling the heat, so… there’s some bikes at your next property. You can use them… for an ANTI-CORRECTION.”

"What's an anti-correction?" ColinShadow asked.

"An anti-correction means one of your RIGHT answers will be marked WRONG on the quiz."

“It’s going to cost us. We’ll run.” ItzIngenious decided firmly.

“How long is it?” ColinShadow asked.

“A mile.” ItzIngenious replied.

“We can actually get there via the bicycles.” ColinShadow panted out. "I’m so tired. I can’t run anymore. You can blame me, I don’t care.”

“Fine, let’s go.” ItzIngenious straddled his bike quickly.

(Confessional: ItzIngenious)

"ColinShadow definitely finds himself in the Mole position.”

“We need to turn right on Jeppy Road, that leads right to the train tracks.” ColinShadow leaned forward on his bicycle.

“We have like a minute left.” ItzIngenious sighed.

“I see smoke! That must be the train!” ColinShadow pedaled as hard as he possibly could.

“Here we go! Hang left!” ItzIngenious yelped as he jerked his bike to the right.

“It doesn’t matter if the train is here, as long as it hasn’t stopped!” ItzIngenious jumped off the bike and sprinted for the door. ColinShadow was right on his heels.

“COME ON COLIN!” ItzIngenious screeched.

The two of them reached the door JUST in the nick of time.

“Hi, guys.” Nickelz waved to the seven contestants standing in front of him.

“Hey.” Missouri replied.

“You guys got two packages, but unfortunately, they don’t count.” Nickelz patted Missouri on the back. “So let’s talk, what happened here?”

“We could have come straight here, but we saw the third mailbox on our way here.” Capybarra explained.

“We worked really well together.” Missouri replied.

“ItzIngenious, you look severely distraught…” Nickelz pointed out.

“Well, I’d consider working together well to be succeeding…” ItzIngenious muttered.

“Easy to say when you were on the outside.” Missouri replied.

“Running seven miles isn’t easy.” ItzIngenious spat. ColinShadow nodded his head insistently in agreement.

“Anyway, players, I have good news. Two packages from the train team, three from the foot team… you guys earned $13,000 for the pot, bringing the total to $27,500.”

“It feels good to have a respectable amount of money in there.” ItzIngenious rolled his eyes.

“Excellent work gathering intel, today."

Quiz 3 Results

“Okay, I think you guys know what to do by now.” Nickelz typed on the computer, the glow of the screen illuminating each feature on his face in the dimly lit room. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, each contestant’s heartbeat echoing in the silence.

“ColinShadow and ItzIngenious, you got exemptions from the challenges, so you didn’t have to take the quiz.” Nickelz continued, his voice steady but laced with a hint of mischief. The others exchanged glances, an indistinguishable mix of envy and relief washing over them.

“Oh no…” Noivern’s voice was barely a whisper, his brow furrowed with worry. He rapped his fingers on the table in a pensive manner, the rhythmic tapping betraying his anxiety.

Nickelz paused, relishing the moment, and the tension in the room grew palpable. “The first name I will select is…” He leaned in closer, scanning the faces around the table, each one a mask of hope and dread. “Missouri.”

Missouri’s eyes glinted with a sly grin as he picked up the device, his confidence radiating. She tapped the screen, feeling the weight of the moment, though not to the extent of the other contestants. The screen flashed green, and she exhaled, a wave of relief washing over her. She had been certain of her instincts; she believed she knew who the Mole was.

“Next… California.” Nickelz announced, and California grasped her mobile device with a mix of trepidation and determination. She hesitated for a brief moment, then tapped the screen, her heart racing. When the green flashed back at her, she felt a rush of euphoria.

“The next name is… Noivern.” Nickelz’s voice was steady, but Noivern felt his stomach drop. He had been second-guessing himself all night, unsure if he had gathered enough information. With shaking hands, he activated his device, and to his surprise, the screen lit up green. “Yes!” he shouted, the relief spilling over into restrained joy. Laughter erupted around the table, his excitement infectious.

Now only two remained: McKenzieFam and Capybarra. They exchanged apprehensive glances.

Nickelz cleared his throat, intentionally drawing out the moment. “The final name… Capybarra.” The room fell silent, the air thick with uncertainty. Capybarra took a long, drawn-out sip of wine.

When the red flashed back at him, his frown deepened. A sinking feeling settled in his stomach. He had been so sure he knew who the Mole was—he had pieced together the clues, had trusted his instincts. But now he felt his confidence shatter.

“Capybarra, you are unfortunately eliminated.” Nickelz’s tone remained matter-of-fact, but the disappointment hung in the air.

“Oh my god…” ItzIngenious gasped, eyes wide in disbelief. The room felt heavier, a palpable shift as they absorbed the reality of the situation.

Missouri, still riding the high of his win, peered accusingly at ItzIngenious, as if searching for someone to blame. “What?” ItzIngenious shot back, defensive, his hands raised in protest.

“What?” Missouri echoed, turning his gaze away.

ItzIngenious rolled his eyes, frustrated at the sudden animosity.

Meanwhile, Noivern leaned back in his chair, a look of relief washing over him. He had survived another round, but the game was far from over. As Capybarra stood to leave, the group remained silent.

Capybarra took one last look at his fellow contestants before exiting the dining room.

(Eliminated: Capybarra - 7th place)

10th place - J3n

9th place - Astana

8th place - Texas

7th place - Capybarra

Remaining: 6

California, Missouri, Noivern, ColinShadow, ItzIngenious, McKenzieFam

Challenge 10

The six players lounged in the empty café, the late afternoon sun filtering through the tall windows, casting long shadows on the polished wooden floor. The aroma of brewing coffee mingled with the faint scent of spices from a nearby market, creating a comforting yet tense atmosphere.

ColinShadow leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the table, his gaze drifting to the intricate patterns of the café’s ceiling. McKenzieFam sat in a corner, arms crossed, watching the others with a mixture of curiosity and caution, as if trying to decipher an unspoken code in their conversations.

ItzIngenious was fiddling with his phone, scrolling through messages and updates, occasionally glancing up as if waiting for the right moment to chime in. Missouri, seated at the bar, stirred his coffee absently, his mind clearly elsewhere. California was at a nearby table, absentmindedly scribbling on a napkin, her brow furrowed in concentration.

Noivern, perched at the edge of his seat, couldn’t shake the feeling of anticipation that hung in the air. He glanced around, catching the eye of ItzIngenious, who offered a slight nod, as if to acknowledge the unspoken tension. They all knew the stakes were rising, but the specifics of their next move remained a mystery, shrouded in the café’s warm, inviting atmosphere.

"Guys, I have something! Everyone come up to the front!" ItzIngenious exclaimed loudly so that everyone could hear without issue.

The five others came up to the front of the cafe.

"Ooh, what's that?" McKenzieFam asked as he walked in with the others.

"I'll read it. It's from Nickelz. One player is invited to join me for a lunch. You must collectively agree on who the player will be. I would suggest choosing the player who is best at adding money to the pot. That player should meet me at Bar Orcspel." ItzIngenious concluded.

"We have to make a decision." Missouri suggested.

"I suppose it will be a choice between adding money to the pot or acquiring an exemption." Noivern shrugged.

"I think I should be the player chosen, I've never been put into this position and I've never intentionally retracted money from the pot." ItzIngenious replied.

"For me, I believe that my priorities have changed and I've seen the importance that the money is increasingly haven. If given the opportunity, I will undoubtedly select the money." Noivern continued.

"One person I wouldn't choose to go is McKenzieFam. You're kind of suspicious to me, so I'd rather you sit this out, if that's alright." California shrugged.

"I mean, it's not 'alright' but okay?" McKenzieFam laughed through the confusion.

"I don't want to pick McKenzieFam either." ColinShadow added.

"I don't think that McKenzieFam is getting nominated for a position of trust anytime soon after his situation with the train." Missouri replied.

(Confessional: California)

"I don't trust any of them. Least of all McKenzieFam. And after that debacle with the train..."

(End Confessional: California)

"With the uncertainty around the elimination, it would be detrimental to all of us to allow McKenzieFam to have access to an exemption." California added with unexpected eloquence.

"Why should we choose you, though?" ColinShadow asked.

"I don't want anyone to get access to an exemption during this challenge, and that is inclusive of myself. I care more about the money." California replied.

"I believe you're in it for the money. I think you getting another reward would look very bad against you, so I'll vote for California." ColinShadow smiled.

"I'll vote for ItzIngenious." California replied.

"I think we should pick McKenzieFam." Missouri smiled.

"I think I'll vote for California." Noivern added.

"I will also vote for California." ItzIngenious replied.

"I will vote for California." McKenzieFam chimed in.

"Majority says California. You're the chosen player." ItzIngenious pointed to her.

California smirked.

"Have fun." McKenzieFam smiled warmly as ItzIngenious handed her the invitation.

She grinned and left the café.

(Confessional: California)

"I am so relieved that they chose me because I know that any of them would have grabbed the exemption as soon as they had the opportunity."

(End Confessional: California)

As California walked past the street, her long hair blowing in the wind, she contemplated her next move. As she approached the red-lit bar, she saw Nickelz' face.

"Hello. Welcome." Nickelz smiled warmly as California took her seat across from him.

"This was prepared by The Mole. The Mole chose what is in baskets 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5." Nickelz handed her an adorned menu.

"What's this?" California asked and momentarily gazed into Nickelz' eyes before opening the menu.

Inside of the pamphlet was five items.

"$1,000 for the prize pot. $20,000 for the prize pot. A correction on the elimination quiz. An exemption from the elimination quiz. And game over, meaning that you leave the table without anything." Nickelz explained, waiting for her indication of understanding.

"Go on." California replied.

"Gladly. You can choose to open any basket, and you can choose to take what is inside, or you can reject it and choose a different basket in hopes of finding something better. The more baskets you open, the more likely you are to open the Game Over basket. If you do, the challenge will be over, and you will receive nothing."

"Okay..."

"The Mole has also asked for me to give you a message." With that, Nickelz took a slip of paper from his shirt pocket and placed it in California's neatly manicured left hand.

The note read: The $20,000 is under Basket 2.

"Do you think The Mole is honest?" Nickelz asked.

"No." California laughed. "I think it has either the $20,000 as previously stated, or it has the game over. I would think that they would think that I would think that they would think that I would think that they would think that I would think that they were lying, and I would choose a different basket."

"Take your time." Nickelz grinned.

California carefully eyed the baskets.

"I choose number three." California settled on the middle basket.

"Why?" Nickelz asked.

"I think the number two is too risky, and I can't make that risk." California replied. "That's my final decision."

Nickelz placed his hand on the basket and removed the lid.

Inside the basket was the $20,000.

California's jaw dropped.

"How do you feel?" Nickelz asked.

"I feel grand." California laughed.

"Well... you can keep going for the exemption, if you choose." Nickelz continued.

California sharply exhaled.

"I can tell you... that after this episode, no more exemptions will be offered. You now face a choice." Nickelz replied to her temptation. "Increase the pot, or get the exemption."

(Confessional: California)

"An exemption is worth more than $20,000. I don't know what to do."

(End Confessional: California)

"Obviously I would like to have an exemption, but thinking about the increasing pot seems favorable too." California continued.

"The Mole also wanted me to tell you," Nickelz began, "...that the exemption is under Basket 5."

California smiled.

Nickelz stared at her as she laughed nervously.

"If I go back to the group and I have an exemption card with me, they will never forgive me. This is really difficult." California sighed.

Nickelz poured scalding tea into his cup and sipped it painfully slowly.

She rubbed her hands together tepidly.

(Confessional: California)

"This isn't a team game. I have to do what's in my best interest."

(End Confessional: California)

"I will choose..." California began.

"Yes?"

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"Thank you for the, uh, meal." California nodded to Nickelz before leaving the table.

Nickelz offered no verbal response and simply grinned.

The other five players were sitting at a table on the roof of that same cafe.

"Do you think that California will come back here?" ItzIngenious asked.

"Are we still comfortable with our decision of choosing California?" ColinShadow replied.

"I have hope for her. She has been changing her tune, I think she will prove herself." McKenzieFam replied.

"I hope she brought money." Missouri sighed.

(Confessional: ItzIngenious)

"California is an outlier. She has added money and subtracted money from the pot."

(End Confessional: ItzIngenious)

California approached the table quietly.

"Hi, California." McKenzieFam waved.

"Hello." California smiled.

"How was your lunch with the host?" ItzIngenious asked.

"It was very... eventful." California replied.

"Mm, was it?" Noivern asked.

"That's what I said." California attempted to keep the flippancy out of her voice, unsuccessfully so. "So when we were there, he handed me a menu, and it read $1000, $20000, correction, exemption, game over. There were five baskets, and I had to choose one of them. I picked Basket 3, which had $20,000."

"What!" Missouri started cheering.

"Wow, California!" McKenzieFam clapped in excitement.

"I'm not done." California interrupted.

"Oh, go on." Noivern pointed at her.

"He told me I could keep choosing more baskets until I got an exemption if I chose to." California continued.

"Oh." McKenzieFam looked around.

"And... the prize pot is now $47,500." California smiled.

As the words left her mouth, everyone began to cheer profusely.

"You scared me." McKenzieFam sighed as he stood to high five him.

"I'm glad we picked you." Missouri held her hand.

(Confessional: Noivern)

"I still don't trust her."

(End Confessional: Noivern)

"He also revealed something I want to share. No more exemptions will be offered today." California continued.

(Confessional: ItzIngenious)

"Why would you not take the LAST exemption when there's literally a major quiz next time... Either she's incredibly confident or she's the Mole."

(End Confessional: ItzIngenious)

"At the very start of the next episode, which we film tonight, there will be a quiz, followed by a double elimination. The next episode will be the LAST episode, so there will be TWO elimination ceremonies, and then the final will have a final challenge. In the first ceremony, two will be eliminated. In the second, one will be eliminated. In the final three, it will consist of three players, one of which is The Mole. Each of them will select one of the others that they suspect is The Mole. Whoever guesses correctly will win." Nickelz explained.

Current Prize Pot: $47,500

Chapter 4 complete! Thank you for reading.

For those competing, here is the quiz. Please take the quiz within 48 hours to remain in the game. 

Some of the questions will be information that can be found in the chapter, and some you will simply have to make educated (or non-educated) guesses about.

I suggest that you split up your answers between multiple possible Moles in order to get at least some correct. 

Nobody is exempt from this quiz. ColinShadow and ItzIngenious each have an anti-correction, meaning one of their correct answers will be marked wrong. This will increase their chances of being eliminated.

The quiz is mandatory. The player with the least correct answers will be eliminated.

Only respond to the form if you are one of the four JetPunk player participants.

Also, I've had two ideas for new JetPunk series. One is the Amazing Race, and one is MasterChef. I will likely do both, but which should I do first? Which would you like to see more? Which would you potentially sign up for?