"I swear, if I'm dying tonight because of you, I'm gonna haunt your ass so hard, Harrington!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah! I'm gonna go full Poltergeist and shit!"
"Then bring it, Graveswood."
"Challenge accepted."
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In which after years of suppressing their...
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Chapter One-Hundred-And-Thirteen: Escape From The Russians
(The Bite)
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The red, boxy cart zoomed down the corridors of the Russian base like a bat out of hell.
To be fair on Dustin, he didn't drive as maniacally as Max had, but his driving also didn't settle Rowan's stomach and frayed nerves as she braced herself against the wall separating the front from the back, gritting her teeth as she kept an eye on Robin, Valerie and Steve—especially Steve—who were acting like they were having the greatest fucking time of their lives.
Dustin raced sharply around the corner, rattling the back, and Rowan twisted around to shout, "Dustin, slow the fuck down! Steve's already injured, we don't need to make it fucking worse!"
But Dustin didn't seem to hear them, evident in how he zoomed over a bump, making the back jolt and Rowan's brain rattle in her skull—she could only imagine what this was doing to Steve's brain.
"Jesus, slow down, man!" said injured teen complained.
"Yeah, what is this, like, the Indy 500?" Robin questioned, making Rowan look at her best friend sharply.
"It's the Indy 300," Steve corrected—except, he didn't, because Rowan was certain it was 500.
"No, dingus, it's 500," Robin whined.
"It's 300!" Steve hollered, holding up three fingers.
"Oh my God," Rowan muttered, both in bewilderment and exasperation.
"Hey, hey, hey," Valerie chimed in, leaning forward as she grinned. "Hey, listen—listen—let's uh, let's compromise! Let's say a million?"
At that, Steve, Robin and Valerie erupted into laughter, as Rowan just stared at them.
"What the fuck did the Russians do to you guys?" she whispered.
Up in the front, Erica shared her thoughts as she asked, "What is wrong with them?"
"I don't know," Dustin replied.
"That's what I'd like to know," Rowan muttered.
"Dustin, watch out!" Erica yelled, and it was Rowan's only warning as Dustin crashed into what Rowan assumed were barrels. Rowan lurched forward, colliding with Steve as they fell down, Robin and Valerie also falling down.
"Shit!" Dustin exclaimed as Rowan, who realised she was on top of Steve, instantly scrambled off and asked, "Oh my God, Steve, are you okay?"
Steve looked at her with a dopey smile. "I'm great! I'm so... so great!"
Rowan didn't entirely believe it as from the front, Dustin asked, "You guys all right back there?"
Three groans from Steve and Robin and Valerie and Rowan's snapped, "I'm peachy, Dustin, I love having my brain rattled in my fucking skull!", answered him.
