Angelica "Freak Two" Munson

Chapter 35

Steve, Dustin, and Angie are listening to the tape for the hundredth time. Angie is half asleep, and Steve is snacking to stay awake.

"So what do you think?"

"It sounded familiar."

"Probably because we've listened to it 800 times." She groans from under Steve's hat that he placed over her eyes to annoy her. Ultimately, she didn't mind and started using it to shade from the light.

Dustin sighs at her uncooperation, "What sounds familiar?"

"The music– The music right there at the end."

"Why are you listening to the music, Steve? Listen to the Russian! We're translating Russian!"

"It's not like he can understand Russian, Dustin!" Angie removes her crossed legs from on the table.

"He should still listen to it!" His patience is failing, "rather than the music in the background."

"I'm trying to listen to the Russian, but there's music–"

"Alright!" Robin storms into the back room, scaring Angie awake– swearing but awake, "babysitting time is over!"

"Jeez, shh." Angie glares at her friend.

"You need to get in there." She points at Steve and takes in the surroundings, "Hey, my board. That was important data, shitbirds."

"I guarantee you, what we're doing is way more important than your data." Dustin reasons as Steve throws his banana on the table.

"Throw that away." Angie scolds, disgusted by the peel where her feet used to be.

"In a minute," He dismisses her.

"Yeah? And how do you know these Russians are up to no good anyway?"

Dustin gasps, "How does she know about the Russians?"

"I don't know."

"The banana peel, Steve." Angie insists again quietly.

"You told her about–" Dustin begins to scold him.

"It wasn't me."

"You told her!" He turns to blame Angie next.

"She's not deaf, guys."

"Exactly." She agrees with Angie, "Hello, I can hear you. Actually, I can hear everything. You are both extremely loud."

"Thank you." Angie looks at the two, "I freaking told you so."

"You think you have evil Russians plotting against our country, on tape, and you're trying to translate, but haven't figured out a single word because you didn't realize Russians use an entirely different alphabet. Sound about right?" Robin crosses her arms.

Angie laughs quietly in the background as the two get hustled.

Robin lunges for the tape, but Steve snatches it before she can, "Whoa! What do you think you're doing?"

"I wanna hear it."

"Why?"

"Because maybe I can help."

"Steve," Angie hesitantly places her hand on his forearm, "Just give it to her. What could it hurt?"

"Exactly."

Steve looks into her eyes, searching for answers.

"I'm fluent in four languages." Robin boasts, trying to help her case.

"Russian?"

Robin recites a phrase in a Russian accent as the boys get excited.

Angie only laughs at their giddiness.