052. When Blue Met Yellow

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WHEN BLUE MET YELLOW IN THE WEST, THE FOUR FOUND THEMSELVES CROUCHED AGAINST A BUILDING WALL, IN THE POURING RAIN. Robin and Dustin did their best to shield themselves with their raincoats. Steve had no more than his jean jacket and Mavis had only her Scoops uniform, not wanting to get her non-raincoat jacket wet.

The cold never bother her anyway.

Dustin wielded the binoculars, his eyes on the shipping and loading dock. "Look for Imperial Panda and Kaufman Shoes," Robin instructed. Dustin nodded before focusing again.

Despite having her hand up to block it, Mavis could feel the rain finding its way to her face. In another attempt, she held both of her hands out in front of her eyes, of course to no avail. The rain had soaked her clothes, causing her to grow even colder. With the cold came comfort. She pushed it aside when Dustin spoke again.

"They're with that whistling guy, ten o'clock," Dustin said nudging his head in the direction of the man and the boxes.

They all perked up, trying to catch a glimpse. As the boxes had been unloaded, they were being guarded by very intimidating men. "That's who we're up against? Those guys could crush us without lifting a finger," Mavis mused.

"God Rory, we're not going to fight them," Dustin said annoyedly. "I really wish you would take this more seriously."

"I AM serious and my seriousness is telling me that if we come face to face with these meatheads, we die."

In an attempt to cut off their brewing argument, Steve posed a question. "What do you think's in there?" He couldn't see much as his eyes had pellets of water shooting at them every millisecond.

"Guns, bombs?" Dustin suggested.

"Chemical weapons, Demogorgons?" Mavis cut in with what she thought was more likely.

"Demogorgons?" Robin questioned.

This caused the other three's eyes to widen. Through all of the madness, the three had forgotten that one of them hadn't been along for the whole ride.

"Oh uh nothing," Mavis said trying to be casual, fighting off the glare Dustin sent her. He turned back to the binoculars, "Whatever it is, they're armed to the teeth."

Robin returned her gaze to the boxes. The closer she got to this group, the more distant she felt. All she knew was that she wanted to know what Ms. Mavis Montgomery was hiding.

Steve began rubbing his face, trying to rid himself of the ever-present rain, "Great. That's great," he remarked sarcastically.

When the doors opened, their gazes only became more intense. "Hey, what's in there?" Robin questioned.

"It's just more boxes," Dustin said. Steve had an itch to see what was happening for himself. "Let me check it out," he said reaching for the binoculars. Dustin yanked them away, "no, I'm still looking." Steve was not giving up though.

His incessant need to be in control had him reach and yank for the binoculars again. "Lemme see it," he said before giving a stronger yank, actually able to free it from Dustin's hands this time. "Hang on!" Dustin called to him before a bang rang out from the impact of the binoculars hitting the building rail.

"Duck!" Dustin said to them before they all hid down behind the wall. On the way down Steve's hand found its way into Mavis's holding on tighter than ever.

The men below them scoured, guns up and ready. Mavis knew it wouldn't be long before they made their way up to them. "Guys, we've gotta go," she said looking at all of them.

The four made their way to the door, unconsciously linking hands. Robin opened it and ushered everybody in, shutting it behind them.

"Well I think we found your Russians," Robin said.

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