ABDITORY [stranger things]

➝ the sauna test

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that we'll have to part
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Wednesday, July 3, 1985

Dustin was out spying some more on the Russians outside the mall, trying to find a way for them to enter. The others were left inside the ice cream parlour, waiting for the young boy to come back. No words were being said, all of them felt some kind of nerves. It wasn't everyday that you attempted to enter a secret Russian base. What would they even find? Ben had no idea what to even expect.

His gaze wandered outside the doors. It was early in the morning and guests were beginning to arrive as more and more shops opened up.

And of course, the person that showed up literally everywhere he went, walked past right behind her little boyfriend. He was so entranced by her that he didn't even notice the angry looks on their faces.

Ben scrunched his eyebrows, with a sigh he looked down at his hands in his lap.

Steve, who was sitting next to him, had seen it all. He softly patted the boy on the shoulder.

"it sucks, you know." Ben complained to Steve, as he sat down in the chair next to him, "I just want her to be happy but why does her happiness need to be my heartbreak?

Steve looked taken aback by his comment, not expecting the boy to say anything, let down that deep. He actually physically moved away from the boy. He opened and closed his mouth unsure of what to do or say.

"Whoah," He chuckled, when it finally hit him. "You really like her, huh,"

"Maybe," Ben sighed softly, getting up once he saw Dustin come towards the shop.

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"The keycard opens the door," Dustin explained, he paced around the backroom. "But unfortunately, the Russian with the keycard also has a massive gun."

"They really don't want anyone getting in, huh." Ben said, his eyes were still trained outside the window. Part of him hoped to see Victoria walk passed again.

"There's gotta be a way in?" Robin asked, looking at the boys.

"I could just take him out," Steve said smugly. He had taken the sailor hat off his head.

"Take who out?" Robin asked him, sarcastically.

"The Russian guard,"