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I sat on the couch in Mike's basement, Dustin and I watching tv while Mike and El were in the bathroom.

Then I heard it.

*CHHHHHHH*

The supercom sounded from where it sat on the D&D table.

Dustin grabbed it.

"Hello?" He said.

Someone was talking through it, but they were way out of range so we couldn't understand any words they were saying.

Just then, I realized who it was.

"Lucas!" I looked to Dustin.

Dustin ran to the bathroom to get Mike and El, who were so close to each other that I couldn't help wonder if we had interrupted something.

Besides the point, we had other more pressing matters on our hands.

"Guys, it's Lucas, I think he's in trouble!" I yelled at them.

They left the bathroom, and we all stood around Dustin, who was holding the walkie.

"What's he saying?" Mike asked.

"I don't know, he's way out of range." I replied.

"Chhhh... Right now!" Lucas's voice broke through the static.

"Lucas slow down! We can't understand you. What's going on? Do you copy?" Dustin said into the supercom.

We heard a bunch of quiet "Son of a bitch" 's come from the radio.

"Yes, I copy! They know about Eleven! Get out of there! They know about Eleven! The bad men are coming! All of them! Do you hear me?! The bad men are coming!!!" Lucas screamed into the radio, his voice coming out all broken and scrambled.

"Mad hen? Does that mean anything to you? Like a code? Mad hen?" Dustin asked.

"Bad men..." I muttered.

"BAD MEN!" Mike yelled, putting the pieces together in his head.

Mike ran upstairs and Dustin and I followed, as I nearly tripped on the stairs.

Mike went to talk to his mom while Dustin and I ran to the living room and looked out the window through the curtains.

We saw a white van, and four other vans coming towards Mike's house.

"You don't think..." Dustin trailed off.

"Definitely." I replied.

One of the men in the vans looked our way and Dustin quickly shut the curtains.

"Shit!" I whisper yelled.

Dustin ran towards the kitchen to get Mike, and I followed.

Mrs. Wheeler must have waxed the floors because I skidded to a stop, almost slipping.

"Mike!" Dustin yelled. "We need to leave!"

"Just a second!" Mike yelled, turning back to the argument with his mom.

"Right. Now!" I yelled at Mike, a panicked look on my face.

Then Dustin and I ran back out of the kitchen.

"If anyone asks where I am, I've left the country!" Mike yelled to his mother before slipping out of the kitchen and running to get El.

"Michael!" Mrs. Wheeler called after him.