𝐒𝐮𝗺𝗺𝐞𝐫 𝗼𝐟 85 - 𝐑𝗼𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓

"That keycard opens the door, but unfortunately, the Russian with this keycard also has a massive gun," Dustin explained to Robin, Steve, and Ivy in the back room of Scoops Ahoy. "Whatever's in this room, whatever's in those boxes, they really don't want anyone finding it."

"But theres gotta be a way in," Robin said.

"Well, you know...I could just take him out," Steve said. Ivy snorted at the idea causing Steve to shoot a glare at her.

"Take who out?" Robin asked.

"The Russian guard. What? I sneak up behind him, I knock him out, and I take his keycard. It's easy."

"Did you not hear the part about the massive gun?" Ivy asked.

"Yes, Ivy, I did. And that's why I would be sneaking."

"Right, of course. How could I be so dumb," Ivy said, sarcastically. "Well, please, tell me this, and be honest, have you ever actually won a fight?"

"Okay, that was one time--" Steve saod.

"Twice. Jonathan. Year prior?" Dustin reminded him.

"Listen, that doesn't count."

"Why wouldn't it? Cause it looks like he beat the shit out of you."

"It was..."

"You came home with a fat lip, crooked nose, swollen eye, a lot of blood," Ivy reminded. Robin started to lose focus in the conversation as she observed the vent above them.

"That just might work," Robin said suddenly.

"What? Robin, where are you going?" Ivy asked as she suddenly got up and walked around towards the counter. Robin grabbed the tips from the jar before taking off.

"Hey, Robin!" Steve called, running after her. "Hey, what -- what are you doing?"

"I need cash."

"Well, part of that is mine and Ivy's. Where're you going?"

"To find a way into that room, a safe way. And, in the meantime, sling ice cream, behave, and don't get beat up. I'll be back in a jiff."

"Oh, dude," Ivy groaned, looking over and seeing Dustin licking the ice cream scoop. Steve snatched it from him.

"Come on, man, not my scooper."

"It is fascinating what 20 bucks will get you at the County Recorder's office," Robin said, laying building plans down on the table. "Starcourt Mall. The complete blueprints."

"Not bad," Dustin smiled.

"So, this is us, Scoops," Robin said, pointing towards a place on the blueprints. "and this is where we wanna get."

"I mean, I don't really see a way in," Steve said.

"There's not, if you're talking exclusively about doors." Robin took the top page off to reveal a second page.

"Air ducts," Ivy said, her finger tracing the pathways.

"Exactly," Robin smiled at her. "Turns out, this secret room needs air like any old room. And these air ducts lead all the way...here."

"Flashlight," Steve requested as he opened the vent. "Yeah, I don't know, man. I don't know if you can fit here. It's, like...super tight."

"I'll fit," Dustin told him. "Trust me. No collar bones, remember?"

"Uh, excuse me?" Robin asked, confused.

"Oh, he's, uh...Yeah, he's got some disease. Chry, uh...It's Chrydo, um... Something. Yeah, I dunno."