𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐗

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐗:
𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐚

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𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐈

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"CHECK THIS OUT." EDDIE SAID SLAMMING A MAGAZINE ONTO MAX'S TABLE. "THE WAR ZONE. I'VE BEEN THERE ONCE. IT'S HUGE." HE EXPLAINED, POINTING AT A PICTURE. "THEY GOT EVERYTHING YOU NEED FOR, UH, WELL, KILLING THINGS, BASICALLY."

"You think fake Rambo has enough guns there?" Robin asked, as we all leaned above Eddie, looking at the magazine. "Is that a grenade?" She pointed at a picture.

"What's your deal with grenades? Seriously." I asked, looking at her from next to Eddie.

"I mean, how is any of these legal?" She looked at me as I shrugged.

"Well, lucky for us, it is. So..." Eddie said, smiling weirdly, before snapping back into reality. "This place, is just far enough outside of Hawkins." He explained. "As long as we steer clear of the main roads, we ought to be able to avoid cops and, uh, angry hicks."

"If we're trying to avoid angry hicks, maybe we shouldn't go to some store called The War Zone." Erica, the voice of logic, stated.

"Normally, I'd agree. I'm a fugitive after all, but, we need the weapons." I said. "I think it's worth the risk."

"Me too." Nancy agreed, nodding. 

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

"Who said anything about bikes?" Eddie asked, with a cheeky smile.

"What, you got some sort of car we don't know about?" Hair-rington asked.

Me and Eddie looked at eachother, smirking as we got the same, crazy and utterly stupid idea.

But it was our only option.

"Well, it's not exactly a car, my dear friend." I said.

"And it's not exactly ours, but-" Eddie added.

"It'll do." I concluded, smiling at Eddie who smiled back, before he turned around facing Max.

"Hey? Red?" He called. "You got a ski mask or a bandana or something like that?" He asked.

Max didn't reply, thinking of anything we could use, before her eyes shot up.

You could practically see a lightbulb light above her head.

"Actually..." She started.

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