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12. Do Hicks Scare You Too?

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(recommendation: play/pause 'separate ways [worlds apart]' when you see '⁂'

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"THE WAR ZONE. I've been there once. It's huge. They got everything you need for, uh... well, killing things, basically." Eddie described, pointing to the picture in the yellow pages.

"You think fake Rambo has enough guns there? Is that a grenade?" Robin joked, analyzing the picture. "I mean, how is any of this legal?"

"Well, lucky for us it is, so... This place is just far enough outside of Hawkins. As long as we steer clear of main roads, we oughta be able to avoid cops and, uh, angry hicks." Eddie signed.

"If we're trying to avoid angry hicks, maybe we shouldn't go to some store called the War Zone." Erica pointed out.

"Normally, I'd agree, but we need the weapons. So I think it's worth the risk." Nancy caved in, standing up straight.

"Me too." Lucas agreed with her.

"But is it worth the time? It'll take all day to bike there and back." Dustin mentioned, skeptical about the plan.

"Who said anything about bikes?" Eddie asked.

"You got some car we don't know about?"

"It's not exactly a car, Steve. And it's not exactly mine, but, uh... it'll do." Eddie shrugged, formulating a plan. "Hey, Red, uh, you got a ski mask or a bandanna, something like that?"

Max instantly thought of the Halloween mask, stowed away in her room. As she gave it to Eddie, he led them to another trailer in their park. As he peeked around the side of the trailer for witnesses, he cued for the group to follow. They crept behind him, scanning the area. They ran past the distracted owners are rounded the corner. Eddie searched for an open window and found one towards the back. As he threw his bag in and hoisted himself up and through, another crime commenced (a thing this party couldn't seem to stay away from). He landed on the seat inside and ripped off the Meyer's mask.

"That was suffocating." He commented, taking a deep breath. One by one everyone followed while Eddie locked the front door. Him and Steve made their way to the steering wheel. Eddie opened his beige bag, pulling out pliers and temporarily placing them in his mouth. He pulled the set of wires and began cutting it.

"Where'd you learn how to do this?" Steve questioned, leaning on the driver's seat.

"Well, when the other dads were teaching their kids how to fish or play ball, my old man was teaching me how to hot-wire. Now, I swore to myself I wouldn't wind up like he did, but now I'm wanted for murder, and soon, grand theft auto." Eddie responded, joining to wires together. The wires sparked, signaling that it was working, "So, uh, I'm really living up to that Munson name."

"Eddie, I'm not sure I love the idea of you driving." Robin chimed in, rolling up to the front.

"Oh, I'm just starting this sucker. Harrington's got her. Don't ya, big boy?" Eddie smirked as he joined the last two wires. The RV started up, the engine backfiring in the process. The sudden noise and smoke alerted the couple sitting outside,