Kate Hopper's life had finally gone back to normal.
With the summer after her senior year in session, she'd soon be leaving behind the horrors of Hawkins behind, returning to New York City in the fall.
Kate only tried to live in the moment as Steve...
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THE NEXT DAY, after she had successfully snuck Steve out of the cabin and had left with him to go to the mall, Kate and Robinhad been working on cracking the Russian code since the mall had opened. Steve and Dustin, however, were on the lookout for Soviets, specifically the scum kind.
"Do you see anything?"
"I guess I don't totally know what I'm looking for," Steve replied, looking through binoculars.
"Evil Russians," Dustin answered.
"Yeah, exactly. I don't know what an evil Russian looks like."
"Tall, blond, not smiling," Dustin said, listing off qualities they should be looking for.
"Mhm?" Steve asked, unconvinced. "Yeah, by that description, my girlfriend's an evil Russian."
"Tall? Kate's not tall, she's, like, five-five."
"I mean, she's taller than you."
"Whatever," Dustin replied bitterly. "Look for earpieces, camo, duffel bags, that sort of thing."
"Right, okay, duffel bags." After a moment or two, Steve's eyes landed on something. "Oh, you've gotta be kidding me."
Dustin couldn't believe they'd already found something so quickly. "What?"
"Anna Jacobi's talking with that meathead Mark Lewinsky," Steve said, looking to the couple that currently was flirting with each other on the second floor.
