𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 | 𝐬.𝐡

050. Indiana Flyer

THE GROUP LOOKED OVER THE WHITEBOARD. Which was now filled with the part of the message they decoded.

The week is long, the silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west.

They had found themselves stumped. Somehow more confused than they were when they started.

Deciding to call it off for the night they began to lock up.

They all waited while Steve locked up for them. Mavis was exhausted from the long day, all of the mental energy she exerted on these tapes was getting to her. It felt like all of her energy was being drained by some secondary source.

She found herself on the bench, leaning on Robin's shoulder and fighting the urge to fall asleep. Her hands were buried in the pockets of Steve's hoodie that she was wearing.

Mavis's eyes had finally won when they closed for her. Only to be startled awake moments later when the sound of metal clinking rang in her ears. She jerked up annoyedly.

"What the heck man?" she mumbled too low for anyone except Robin to hear.

Robin slinked her arm under Mavis's and forced the two of them up: much to Mavis's dismay. Steve pulled the metal gate closed and locked it.

"I mean, it just... it just can't be right," Steve said as he made his way over to Mavis, slinging his arm around her as they began to walk. Mavis let her head rest on his shoulder as she closed her eyes.

"It's right," Robin said.

"Honestly, I think it's great news," Dustin said.

"How is this great news? I mean, so much for being American heroes. It's total nonsense," Steve said throwing his free hand up in frustration.

"It's not nonsense," Mavis grumbled, "I already told you guys it's a freaking code," she said opening her eyes again.

"What do you mean a code?" he asked looking down at her.

"She means like a super secret spy code," Dustin answered for her.

"That's a total stretch," Steve said.

"It's way too specific to be a stretch, if only we had more now then we could analyze its patterns," Mavis said biting her cheek.

"She's right. It's not that big of a stretch," Robin interjected.

"You're buying into this?" Steve asked turning to her.

"Listen, just for kicks, let's entertain the possibility that it is a secret Russian transmission. What'd you think they were gonna say, Fire the warhead at noon?" Robin said.

"That's what I said! Thank you!" Mavis called out, "I'm leaving you for Robin," she whispered looking up at Steve and narrowing her eyes.

"And my translation is correct. I know that for sure, so... The silver cat feeds. Why would anyone talk like that unless they're trying to mask the meaning of their message?" Robin asked.

"Exactly," Dustin said turning to Steve.

"Why would anyone mask the true meaning of their message unless the message was somehow sensitive?" Robin continued.

"Exactly," Dustin and Mavis in unison.

"So I guess that confirms your suspicion," Robin said looking at Mavis.

"Evil Russians," Dustin and Mavis spoke in unison again, throwing their arms up.

"I can't believe I'm about to agree with this strange child and Mavis, but, yeah, totally evil Russians," Robin said in disbelief.