/ "and i have to speculate that god himself did make us into corresponding shapes like puzzle pieces from the clay" /
Michelle "Mickey" Hopper has a lot of problems. An alcoholic father ignoring the loss of his youngest daughter, her sister, Sarah...
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...Wednesday, July 3, 1985... the flame - cheap trick
The rhythm of Mickey's heartbeat increased its pace as they neared the hub of the underground facility. Wheels of a boxy, red vehicle whirred past and men in dark blue coveralls traipsed up and down the hallways. Steve poked his head out carefully while Mickey anxiously grabbed his hand to pull him back. He looked only at her when he said, "We're clear." Acknowledging the rest of them, he continued, "Clear. Come on, let's go."
"Okay, that was close," Robin said once they'd settled.
"Too close," Mickey said, her voice much more scolding than Robin's.
Steve glanced back and squeezed Mickey's hand where it was still intertwined with his. "Relax. Relax, okay? Nobody saw..." Steve trailed off as they turned the corner, coming face to face with the true center of the Russian's operations. Soldiers in army green and scientists in long, white lab coats crisscrossed the space before them. Several doors led to smaller rooms with large containers stacked on the outskirts of the space.
For a moment, all they could do was stare at the grandeur of it all before Mickey muttered, "Shit." She tugged Steve by his hand behind one of the red vehicles on the edge of the hallway. Robin, Erica, and Dustin followed suit.
"I saw it," Erica whispered once they were settled. "First floor, northwest."
"Saw what?" Steve asked.
"The comms room!"
"How did you process anything beyond the scary men with big guns?" Mickey said.
"Are you sure?" Dustin questioned.
Erica nodded. "Positive! The door was open for a second. I saw a bunch of lights and machines and shit in there."
"That could be a hundred different things."
The three teenagers looked amongst themselves. Being the older party, they knew the decision deferred to them. "I'll take those odds," Robin spoke first.
Mickey sighed. "Can't squat here forever. What else could we do?"
Steve shook his head, in disbelief of the situation they'd stumbled into, now leaving them cornered in an underground Russian operation facility. Five heads poked out to take another look at the sprawling room. Steve turned back to the group. "Aright, we're gonna move fast. We're gonna stay low. Okay?"
Mickey glanced down at his outfit, the corner of her mouth turning up as she recognized the ridiculousness of the whole thing. "Aye, aye, captain."
"No time for sarcasm," he said, though she succeeded in making him momentarily smile. He squeezed her hand before they all turned, moving in unison. They found their way behind several different barricades to conceal themselves. His head of brown hair poked out to see a man in a lab coat leaving what Erica identified as the comms room. They moved quickly, shuttling through the door before Steve quietly closed it behind them.
