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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STEVE THOUGHT THE days where he got the shit beaten out of him were over. He realized, as he got the shit beaten out of him once again, this time by a Russian guard, that they were far from being over.
He groaned as one of the Russian guards in the room punched him in the face again. He spat more blood on the floor. "That one stung."
"Who do you work for?"
"For the millionth time, I work at Scoops Ahoy!" he shouted. "Scoops Ahoy..." He groaned again as the same guard punched him in the chest and he wheezed for air—he felt like he was going to die. "What the hell! Look at my outfit! You think I just wearthis! Think I'm a spy in a sailor's uniform!"
The guard punched him again, cutting off his rambling, and he groaned in pain in response.
"How did you get in?"
"I already told you. I told you before." As he spoke, he struggled to breathe, gasping for air. "My delivery didn't come, and my friends and I, we thought that it was left at the loading dock, so we went in the room, and then it... turned into an elevator, and then... and then we dropped and then, next thing we know, I open my eyes, and-and we're in this... wonderful facility." He only hoped that his compliment to the establishment would prevent him from being punched again. "But I swear to God, nobody knows about us, nobody saw us. You could just let us go, all right? And I'm not gonna tell anybody about this, okay? Shit happens, life goes on. And, uh... ice-ice cream. Ice cream, okay? You guys know what ice cream is. Everybody loves ice cream. I don't know if you have Russian ice cream or if that's considered gelato, I don't know what's what, but whatever you guys want, seriously. USS Butterscotch, I mean, you gotta try it. It is out of this world, I'm telling ya!"
