"I didn't need a hero, Billy." Darian sneers, dusting off his coat, eyes glaring.
Billy only smirks, reaching over and untangling one of Darians dark curls, quickly catching himself, pulling his hand back. "It didn't seem like that a minute ago." B...
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Hawkins, Indiana
July 1985
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Dustin is hurriedly mashing the buttons of the elevator while cursing under his breath. "We're going down! We're going down!" Steve screams, plastering himself to the wall. Robin glares. "No shit, Harrington!" Robin yells
Dustin continues to press the elevator buttons. "Why don't these buttons work!?" Dustin yells "Press the button!" Erica yells "What do you think I'm doing!?" Dustin yells "Come on! Press something! Just press the button!" Jeffery yells
"Press it!" Erica screams
Just then, the elevator comes to an immediate stop. Boxes fall off the shelves, the kids fall flat. Steve is buried under a pile of boxes.
"My groin! It fell on my groin. Jeffery, get this off of me!" Steve whines
Jeffery goes to help Steve, he struggles with the heavy box. "Is everyone okay?" Robin asks, worried, watching as Steve stands, dusting himself off. "Yeah, I'm great now that I know Russians can't design elevators!" Steve says angrily, now smashing at the buttons himself.
"We've clearly established that those buttons don't work." Jeffery says with a sigh, smacking Steve's hands away. "They're buttons. They have to do something." Steve says with a grumble. "Yeah, if we had a key card." Robin points out. Steve looks at her confused. "A what?" Steve asks
Robin places her hand on her hip. "It's an electronic lock. Same as the loading dock door. If we don't have a keycard, it won't operate. Meaning --"
Dustin finishes for her. "-- we're stuck in here."
Robin points to Dustin. "Yeah." Robin says
Erica whirls around to them. "Just so you nerds are aware, I'm supposed to be spending the night at Tina's, and Tina always covers for me. But if I'm not home for Uncle Jack's party tomorrow, and my mom finds out you three are responsible, she's gonna hunt you down, one by one, and slit your throat." Erica threatens
"I don't care about Tina! Or Uncle Jack's party!" Steve yells, throwing his arms up. Steve takes a deep breath, calmer. "Your mom's not going to be able to find us if we're dead in a Russian elevator!" Steve says
Dustin snaps his fingers. "Hey. What if we climbed out?" Dustin asks as he points to a hatch in the ceiling.
