𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑷𝒀 - Dustin Henderson

011. The Case of the Missing Lifeguard

THE NEXT DAY, DUSTIN, STEVE AND CINDY WERE ON A STAKEOUT LOOKING FOR AN EVIL RUSSIAN. "You see anything?" Dustin asked.

"Uh, I guess I don't totally know what I'm looking for," Steve answered, staring through binoculars.

"Evil Russians," Cindy responded, matter of factly.

"Yeah, exactly. I don't know what an evil Russian looks like."

"Tall, blond, not smiling." Dustin explained. "Also, look for earpieces, camo, duffel bags, that sort of thing."

"Right, okay, duffel bags. Oh, you've gotta be kidding me," Steve groaned.

"What?" Dustin and Cindy said at the same time.

"Anna Jacobi's talking with that meathead Mark Lewinsky," Cindy rolled her eyes.

"If you're not gonna focus, just gimme the binoculars," Dustin complained.

"Aw, Jesus Christ, whatever happened to standards? I mean, Lewinsky never even came off the bench," Steve whined.

"Dude, you are the worst spy in history, you know that?" Dustin sighed, taking the binoculars away from his eyes and pulling them from around his neck. "Give me those. I don't get why you're looking at girls. You have the perfect one in front of you."

"Seriously, if you say Robin again..." He groaned.

"Robin."

"No, don't. No."

"Robin, Robin, Robin."

"Stop, no, no, no."

"Robin. Robin. Robin," Cindy snickered at their constant bickering.

"No."

"Robin."

"No! No, man, she's not my type. She's not even... in the ballpark of what my type is, all right?" Steve said finally, ending the back and forth.

"What's your type again? Not awesome?" Cindy teased, elbowing him in the arm.

"Thank you," he half smiled with a roll to his eyes. "For your information, she's still in school. And she's weird. She's a weirdo. And she's hyper. I don't like that she's hyper. And she did drama. That's a bad look. And she's in band? No." Cindy shook her head, what a lame excuse to not like someone.

"Now that you're out of high school, which means you're technically an adult, don't you think it's time you move on from primitive constructs such as popularity?"

"Oh, primitive constructs? That some
stupid shit you learned at Camp... Know... Nothing?" Steve sassed, looking at his hat and still getting the name of the place wrong.

"Camp Know Where, actually." Dustin corrected. "And no, it's shit I learned from life. Instead of dating somebody you think's gonna make you cooler, why not date somebody you actually enjoy being around? Like me and Cindy." He explained, wrapping his arm around Cindy.

"And, uh, how exactly did you score that girlfriend?" She jerked her head to face her brother, glaring at him. "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?"

"Dustin's advice was actually pretty good, besides I've heard some of your advice, it's not the greatest," Cindy defended.

"You're just biased," he mumbled. She rolled her eyes and chuckled.

• • •

Dustin had been scoping out the area, "target acquired."