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the spy

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the spy

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"WAIT A SEC, HOW BIG?" Steve spoke over the music, slightly turning his head so he was able to see Dustin and the road. After Dustin had explained the entire story to Steve, the older boy had been trying to question everything Dustin had seen.

Dustin used his fingers to measure an inch or two, "First he was like that," He moved his hands out, so they measure about a foot and a half, "Now he's like this."

Steve let out a laugh, "I swear to god man, it's just some little lizard, okay?"

"Wow, good job, Steve. I think you debunked it!" Scarlett clapped with fake enthusiasm, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"It's not a lizard!" Dustin confirmed for the thirtieth time that night.

"How do you know?"

"How do I know if it's not a lizard?"

"Yeah, how do you know if it's not just a lizard?"

"Because his face opened up and he ate my cat." Dustin gave Steve another reason to believe him, to which Steve nodded. Of course a lizard wouldn't open up its face, much less eat a cat.

"Wait, he ate Mews?" Scarlett spoke up, thankful the boys bickering had ended but upset Mews was gone.

"He ate Mews." Dustin said sadly, hanging his head.

They pulled into the Henderson's driveway, Steve parking the car and popping the trunk as the two others stood by him. He tossed his keys to Dustin, who caught them, bewildered. He picked the bat up, turning to face Scarlett, "No gun this time?"

"Caught me on an off day." She joked, shrugging as she pulled the axe out of the stump, swinging it over her shoulder without taking her eyes off him. "Clearly you never have an off day though." She motioned to the bat in his hands.

"Never know when you'll have to fight monsters from another dimension, right?" Steve laughed, keeping his eye contact with her.

"Right." They stood in silence, staring into each other's eyes when all of a sudden the trunk to Steve's car slammed shut. The two tore their eyes off each other, glaring in annoyance the disturbance who leaned on the trunk of the car, snapping his fingers.

"Let's go!" He dragged out the 'o', waving them towards the storm cellar, to which they followed him.

Steve and Scarlett stood above the padlocked door, listening intently for any signs of life. "I don't hear shit." Steve shook his head.

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