Escape ~ S.Harrington

42} Snooping and Cracking Codes

  "You see anything?" Dustin asked Steve who was currently looking around the mall with binoculars for anything 'suspiciously Russian' looking while Alice and Robin finished up the rest of the translating. Jenna had most of it figured out, so it shouldn't take them too long to translate the rest.
"Uh, I guess I don't really know what I'm looking for," He admitted.
"Evil Russians," Dustin deadpanned.
"Yeah, exactly," Steve sighed, "I don't know what an evil Russian looks like."
"Tall, blonde," Dustin suggested.
"Not smiling," Jenna added, "Maybe look for ear pieces or someone holding a duffle bag. Something suspicious looking in general, I don't know."

"Right, okay, duffle bags," Steve kept peering around the mall, then stopped on a certain sight. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me."
"What?" Dustin asked, concerned.
"Anna Jacobi's talking with that meathead Mark Lewinsky."
"Oh... that's the girl Alice hooked up with at Halloween last year," Jenna realized, "That's funny."
"If you're not gonna focus, just gimme the binoculars," Dustin tried to snatch them away from Steve's face.

"Aw, Jesus's Christ, whatever happened to standards?" Steve was mildly outraged. "I mean, Lewinsky never even made it off the bench."
"Tell me about it, she should've stayed with Alice," Jenna rambled, "Alice is ten times better than Mark."
"Dude," Dustin snapped, "You are the worst spy in history, you know that?" Dustin took the binoculars from Steve. "Jenna, could you grab me a pretzel, I'm hungry."
"Sure, I guess," Jenna shrugged and wandered off further into the food court, just glad she didn't have to hear Steve talk more about girls.

"Why'd you kick her out, you could've gotten your own pretzel, dude," Steve complained.
"I just don't get why you're looking at girls," Dustin ignored Steve's question, "You have the perfect one in front of you and you're screwing it up by talking about other girls right in front of her."
"I swear if you say your sister-"
"Jenna."
"No, stop, no."
"Jenna."
"No!"
"Jenna, Jenna, Jenna."

"No, man! She's my best friend. That's weird. Plus, it's your sister we're talking about, why are you even trying to set her up anyways? With me of all people? AND... she's not my type, alright. Not even in the ballpark of my type."
"What's your type again? Not awesome?"
"Thank you."
"Hm."
"For your information, she's heading off to college while I stay here wasting my life away, she's nerdy which makes me feel stupid, she's too pretty for her own good, and is too good at making me happy. Only friends can do that. Oh, also, she's in band, which is a kinda bad look even if she is really good at playing."
"Now that you're out of high school, which means you're both technically adults, don't you think it's time you move on from primitive constructs such as popularity? I mean, you've already had problems with that and you've chosen her over popularity. Why bring it back now?"

"Oh, primitive constructs? That some stupid shit you learned at Camp... Know... Nothing?"
"Camp Know Where, actually. And no, it's shit I learned from life and my sister."
"Hm."
"Instead of dating somebody you think's gonna make you cooler, why not date somebody you actually care about and enjoy being around? Like me and Suzie."
"Oh, Suzie. Yeah, you mean, 'hotter than Phoebe Cates'. Yeah, that Suzie. And, uh, let's think about it, how exactly did you score that beautiful girlfriend? Oh, yeah. With my advice. Because that's how this works, Henderson. I give you the advice, you follow through. Not the other way around, all right, pea-brain?"

"Hey," Jenna walked back holding up three pretzels, "What'd I miss. Also, I got us each a pretzel so we don't get the munchies. Here."
The two boys looked around awkwardly as Jenna handed them the pretzels.
Okay, what the fuck were they talking about here?

~

At this point, the three had been out in the mall snooping for about an hour with no luck at finding anybody that looked like an evil Russian. It was currently Jenna's turn with the binoculars and she caught sight of someone suspicious.
"Guys," She tapped Steve's shoulder, "I found something."
"Where?" Dustin tried to take the binoculars to see for himself.
"Near Sam Goody's."
"Give me that," Steve leaned in and tried to take the binoculars.
"Stop," Jenna tugged back, but Steve ended up grabbing them.
"Shit," He caught sight of the target, "Duffel bag."
All three looked at one another and agreed, "Evil Russian."
"Let's go!" Jenna waved her hand and started to run after the guy.
"Wait up!"