The general chuckles at the sight of the three teens spread across the cold concrete, "Where were you three going?" He asks sarcastically, clicking his tongue.
The guards lift the three up and throw them back in their chairs as the doctor menacingly prepares behind them.
The general bends forward and gets inches from Steve's face, taking a glance at Angie as well before muttering, "Try tell the truth this time, yes?"
Angie mumbles solemnly, "We did tell the truth."
He stops only briefly to glare at the girl, "... It will make your visit with Dr. Zharkov less painful." Chuckling softly to himself, he gives the doctor permission to start.
Angie holds her breath as the man approaches with a large blue canister attached to a needle.
Steve pauses, "Wait a second. Wait. Hold on." He bends as far away as he can in the chair, "Okay! Wait, wait, wait! What is that thing?"
"It will help you talk."
"We already talked!" Angie yells with a sob. She's already so tired.
The doctor turns to her, "I guess you get to go first."
She wriggles as much as she can to try and get away, but her strength is quickly depleting.
He injects her, and she quickly slumps into her chair.
Next, the doctor moves on to Steve.
"Hey!" He tries to move away, "Did you even clean that thing?!"
Each of them lie limp in their chairs until they slowly awake one by one.
Steve is the first to speak, "Honestly, I don't really feel anything. Do you?"
Robin replies, "I mean, I... I feel fine. I feel normal."
"Yeah, yeah. What about you, Ange?"
"I um... I think I feel fine." She tilts her head in contemplation, "Yeah. I think I feel alright."
Steve has a hint of a smile, "I actually feel kinda good."
They all laugh childishly.
"Want to know a secret?" Robin leans her head back, "I like it, too!" She smiles, "I feel good."
"Morons." Steve starts with a chuckle, "They messed up the drug."
"They messed it up!"
"Morons. Hey, morons!"
"Morons!"
They continue to yell in a drunken state.
Angie halts briefly, "Oh, no. There's definitely something wrong with us."
"Something's wrong." Steve mumbles in agreeance.
At this point, the same Russians from before enter the room once again.
Their chuckles stop as the doctor begins emptying his bag of implements.
"Would now be a good time to tell you that I don't like doctors?" Robin questions with a light tone.
"Let's try this again, yes?" The general smiles as the three nod, "Who do you work for?"
"Scoops." Steve chuckles, "Scoops Ahoy."
"Wait, Steve." Robin stops to correct him, "Angie doesn't."
"Oh yeah," He tilts his head at Angie to gesture towards her, "She works at the pool."
"How did you find us?"
He smiles, "Totally by accident."
The general mutters in Russian to the doctor that grabs a tool off of the tray.
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Angelica "Freak Two" Munson
Fanfiction"Hey, Harrington!" she reverses against her heel, flipping him the bird, "The names Freak Two, actually. If you're gonna insult me, you might as well do it right." ---------- Angelica Beatrice Munson, aka "Freak Two" is Eddie Munson's younger sister...
