𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑷𝒀 - Dustin Henderson

012. The Sauna Test

"THAT KEYCARD OPENS THE DOOR, BUT UNFORTUNATELY, THE RUSSIAN WITH THIS KEYCARD ALSO HAS A MASSIVE GUN. Whatever's in this room, whatever's in those boxes, they really don't want anybody finding it." Dustin explained after him and Cindy went back on the rooftop to stakeout the area.

"But there's gotta be a way in," Robin said.

"Well, you know..." Steve blew into his hat, making it puff out and dropping it down on the table. "I could just take him out."

"Take who out?" Robin questioned.

"The Russian guard," Robin nodded, not sure that was a good idea. "What? I sneak up behind him, I knock him out, and I take his keycard. It's easy."

Cindy sighed, leaning down on the table beside him. "Steve, did you not hear the part about the massive gun?" Knowing his plan would one hundred percent not go well.

"Yes, Cindy, I did. And that's why I would be sneaking." He replied, using his two fingers to tip toe on the table.

"Ah. Well, please, tell me this, and be honest, have you ever actually... won a fight?" Dustin questioned.

Cindy raised eyebrows, standing up straight and folding her arms over her chest. "You haven't won a fight before?" She smiled amused.

He glared at her, "okay, that was one time..."

"Twice. Jonathan. Year prior?"

"Twice? Oh Steve... How did I miss both of these fights?" She sighed, shaking her head. Not like she would want to see her brother get beat up, she'd probably kill the person, but just to tease him.

"Listen, that doesn't count." He complained.

"Why wouldn't it? Because it looks like he beat the shit out of you." Dustin pointed out.

"You got a fat lip, a crooked nose, a swollen eye, a lot of blood..." Dustin listed off his injuries.

"That just might work," Robin whispered and stood up and ran out the door. She grabbed the money from the tip jar.

"Robin. Hey, Robin! Hey, what... What are you doing?" Steve yelled, rushing out behind her.

"I need cash," she shrugged.

"Well, half of that's mine," he whined. "Where are you going?"

"To find a way into that room, a safe way. And, in the meantime, sling ice cream, behave, and don't get beat up. I'll be back in a jiff." She laughed and ran away.

Dustin had stolen Steve's scooper and was licking the ice cream out of it, she snorted and Steve noticed and groaned.  "Oh, dude. Come on, man, not my scooper." He took it from his hands and spun it in his hand before placing it back in his pocket.

"Show off," she smirked. He looked at her and pulled a face.

• • •

Steve, Dustin and Cindy were waiting for Robin to get back and it was silent in the break room. "Are you gonna tell me what happened last night?" Steve asked, looking at his sister.

"Nothing. I already told Dustin, it's fine. It was nothing," she reassured him.

"Cindy. I thought you weren't going to hide anything from me anymore," she shrugged, turning her head away to hide the guilt in her face.

"I know..." She muttered. "I just like to forget it happened, that's all."

"That isn't a very good strategy for something like this. It definitely bothered you and I find it's best to talk about it," Steve said, placing a hand on hers.