Y/n's Pov:
So I guess we're working with Erica now. Against my will, of course, but Dustin couldn't fit in the vent and none of us know anyone else available. So, Erica Sinclair was now in the backroom of Scoops Ahoy, inspecting the vent with a flashlight.
"Yeah, I don't know." She says to us. Liar. I know damn well you can fit.
"You don't know if you can fit?" Dustin asks.
"Oh, I can fit. I just don't know if I want to."
"Are you claustrophobic?" Robin asks the young girl. I doubt it, I'm pretty sure the gates to Hell are small, or else someone would have found them by now.
"I don't have phobias." Erica smugly claims.
"Okay, well, whats the problem?" Steve asks.
"The problem is, I still haven't heard what's in this. For. Erica." She says. Great, she's speaking in the third person now. Steve sighs. Please tell me he's not thinking what I think he's thinking.
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He was thinking it. About ten minutes later, Erica sits at a table, surrounded by enough ice cream to feed an entire classroom. Steve slides one of Scoop's signature boat sundays to the girl, but she just slides it back in rejection.
"More fudge, please." She commands. What a brat. "Go on," she shoos Steve away and he goes to fix the ice cream to her perfect vision.
Trying to bring the focus back to the matter at hand, Robin pulls out the blueprints to shoe Erica.
"All right. You see this? This is the route you're gonna take." She says, pointing at the red line. "Then we just wait till the last delivery goes out tonight. Then you knock out the grate, jump down, open the door."
"Then you find out what's in those boxes?" Erica asks.
"Exactly." The older girl replies.
"And you say this guard is armed."
"Yes, but he won't be there." Dustin adds.
"And booby traps?"
"Booby traps?" I ask. Is she serious?
"Lasers, spikes in the wall?" I guess she was serious. "You know what this half-baked plan of yours sounds like to me? Child endangerment." How the hell does she know what that is? She's like what, four?
"We'll be in radio contact with you the whole time--" I say.
"Ah, ah, ah! Child endangerment!"
"Erica? Hi. Uh... We think these Russians want to do harm to our country." Dustin steps in. "Great harm. Don't you love your country?"
"You can't spell "America" without "Erica.'" She says.
"What a true American." I say, while Dustin sits there, totally dumbfounded.
"Uh, yeah, yeah. Oddly, that's, uh, totally true. So, so! Don't do this for us. Do it for your country. Do it for your fellow man. Do this for America... Erica."
"Oh, I just got the chills!"
Dustin looks extremely satisfied that Erica liked his speech.
"From this float, not your speech." Never mind. "Know what I love most about this country? Capitalism. Do you know what capitalism is?"
"Yeah." We all replied.
"It means this is a free market system. Which means people get paid for their services, depending on how valuable their contributions are. And it seems to me, my ability to fit into that little vent is very, very valuable to you all. So, you want my help? This U.S.S. Butterscotch better be the first of many. And I'm talking free ice cream for life."
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FanfictionY/n Henderson, Dustin's older sister, is the manager of Starcourt Mall's one and only Schoops Ahoy. Her live is relatively simple, other than the deep and grueling secret she's been hiding from her family, her friends, and all of Hawkins as a large...
