"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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Starcourt
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Russian General, Ozerov, and a muscled guard are interrogating Steve, whose hands are tied behind his back. Steve's face was bloodied and swollen, having just taken a beating. The guard punches Steve in the face. Steve gasps for air, "That one stung." Steve croaks, struggling to keep his head up. "Who do you work for?" Ozerov asks, grabbing Steve's face, and forcing his head up.
"For the millionth time, I work at Scoops Ahoy!" Steve yells
Ozerov looks to the guard and then motions him to continue. The guard wallops Steve in the chest. Steve gasps. "What the hell?! Look at my outfit!" Steve yells, thrashing against his restraints.
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Wheelers household.
Darian limps over to his landline, wincing in pain every time he's forced to put pressure on his injured leg. Slowly he picks up the phone and dials the Harringtons. He waits patiently for someone to pick up. The dial rings but no one answers. "Fuck, come on Steve." Darian whispers
Darian puts back the phone, inhaling sharply.
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Starcourt.
Steve is out cold. The muscled guard and another soldier drag Steve to the infirmary, throwing him onto the ground. Another door opens and two guards drag Robin, throwing her onto the floor.
She immediately notices Steve, who's still out cold. "Steve? Steve?" Robin whispers, watching as the door opens and Jeffery is thrown in, face just as bloody. Ozerov enters from behind, stepping over his body as he watches Robin carefully.
Robin stares up with a glare. "What did you do to them? What did you do?!" Robin yells, scrambling to Jeffery's side, checking for a pulse.
Ozerov gives Robin a backhand across the face. "Put them in the chairs." Ozerov orders
The soldiers obediently do as they're told. They sit them down in chairs, back to back before securing the three together with straps.
Robin grunts as she pushes her wrist apart, trying to break the straps, but there is no use. "Steve, Jeff, wake up. Steve!" Robin exclaims, tilting her head to look over her shoulder at them.
Ozerov tilts Steve's head up with a handful of hair. He's still unconscious. Face bloodied and swollen, spittle everywhere. Robin struggles harshly against the restraints. "Don't touch him." Robin sneers
Ozerov lets Steve's head drop, then takes a handkerchief from his pocket and wipes his hands. "Steve? Jeff? Can you guys hear me?" Robin asks "I think your friends need a doctor." Ozerov says with a smirk.
Ozerov comes around and leans into Robin. "Good thing... we have the very best." Ozerov says with a manacle laugh. Ozerov looks around at the soldiers, who join in on the laughter. He turns back to face Robin. She spits in his face. The laughing stops and Ozerov wipes his face with the handkerchief. Robin defiantly locks eyes with Ozerov.
"You are going to regret that, little bitch." Ozerov sneers
Ozerov looks to the other soldiers, before leaving the room. The soldiers follow. "Bastards! Let us out! Let us out!" Robin yells, thrashing in her restraints.
