Jailbird || Stranger Things

sixty-seven ➵ parent trap

"So then I yank those cables like I'm pulling weeds."

    "And that'll set off the alarm—"

    "According to Alexei, may his soul rest in peace, which should give you two an opening to retrieve the keys from the vault."

    "And then we just follow the map to the observation room, turn the key—"

    "Kaboom, we blow this sucker sky-high."

    "Yeah, and then, once the rift is closed, we escape back through the vents."

    "Right under their commie noses."

    "Then home free," Joyce finished reciting their plan, Jim staring off into the near distance as fear started to creep into his demeanour. His mind started to turn, realising just how much of a suicide mission they really signed up for.

    "Oh, God, just because it wasn't your plan doesn't mean it was a bad plan," Joyce sighed as all Jim could reply with was a hesitant groan.

    "I didn't say it was a bad plan," Jim jumped into being defensive.

    "You made a noise," she rolled her eyes.

    "I did not make a noise!"

    "You did too!"

    "I really think it's disrespectful—"

    "What is up with you and noises?!"

    "Children! Children!" Murray interrupted their bickering once again. God, it's like that's all he did with these two, he could really see where Teresa got it from. "It is a good plan," he spoke as Jim stood up, towering over his two teammates. "A solid B, which is laudable, given the situation and time constraints," he sighed, looking between them. "Dare I say, if it all goes right they'll never even know we were here."

    The elevator came to a stop, the doors slowly opening, to a group of soldiers immediately lifting their weapons to intimidate the unexpected visitors. All three in the elevator raised their hands reflexively, trying to calm the men down as Murray launched into his very well practised Russian.

    "Stop right there!"

    "Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Documents, important documents for the Lieutenant-Comrade! He called us, last minute," he tried to save them, stepping forward as the soldiers looked to them in confusion, "Pardon our sloppy appearance."

    "Lieutenant? What Lieutenant?" one of the men spoke, his quotestioning tone of voice allowing even Jim to understand what their only choice was about to be.

    "Lieutenant...Molotov?" Murray tried, but Jim wasn't so hopeful as the soldiers murmured questions between them. Instead, he pushed Murray aside, the acquired gun from the mall getting unleashed on the small Russian group. The cacophony of bullets and Joyce's screams and whimpers only stopped as all four soldiers fell to the ground, Jim letting out a sigh.

    "Oh, shit," he realised, immediately reloading the magazine.

    "Jim," Murray stared at the dead men in shock, "This is crazy."

    "Oh, my God."

    "Jim, I—This—I had it under control!" Murray tried, following Jim as he leaned down to collect more ammunition and started undressing one of the soldiers about his size.

    "Yeah, sure you did," he groaned, the kneeling a bit more of an effort than he would have liked to admit.

    "What are you doing?"Joyce asked, slowly easing herself closer while Jim put on one of the caps.