"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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Soviet Bunker
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Still strapped to their chairs, Robin, Jeffery, and Steve were groggy. Jeffery groans, letting his head fall back and knock into Robins, making her whine. Jeffery giggles, hiccuping.
Steve perks his head up, "Honestly, I don't really feel anything. Do you?" Steve asks "I mean, I... I feel fine. I feel normal." Robin says with a shrug of her shoulders. "Yeah, I feel-- I feel fine. I kinda feel good." Steve says and the three of them all burst into giggles.
"Wanna know a secret?" Jeffery asks "What." Steve and Robin ask
Jeffery snorts out a laugh. "I like it too." Jeffery hiccups
The three fall into laughter at that. "Morons. They messed up the drug." Steve says, shaking his head with a grin. "They messed it up! Morons." Robin laughs "Morons!" Jeffery repeats "Morons." Steve yells "Hey, morons!" Robin yells
Jeffery laughs breathlessly, "Oh, no. There's definitely something wrong with us." He bemoans
Just then, the door opens. Ozerov and Zharkov enter. The doctor is carrying his briefcase of interrogation tools. Once again, he set it down on a nearby table and began laying out his tools. Ozerov meets Steve's wide-eyed gaze with a steely glare.
Zharkov hums as he gently caresses the dull side of a bone saw. Robin's eyes widen, and she turns to Ozerov. "Would now be a good time to tell you that I don't like doctors?" Robin asks
Ozerov grins as he watches Steve carefully, "Let's try this again, yes?" Ozerov asks, earning a half-minded nod. "Who do you work for?" Ozerov asks
Steve smiles, "Scoops." Steve says, only to laugh to himself. "Scoops Ahoy." Steve says
Robin and Jeffery giggle. Ozerov doesn't seem to find it funny. "How did you find us?" Ozerov asks "Totally by accident." Steve says
Ozerov turns to Zharkov. "More lies." Ozerov says in Russian.
Dr. Zharkov grins and turns to his tray, selecting a pair of stainless steel plyers from his array of tools. Getting nervous, "What is that shiny little toy?" Steve asks, tugging on his restraints. "Where you going with that, doc?" Jeffery asks
Suddenly Zharkov grabs a finger on Steve's hand and clamps the plyers down on Steve's fingernail. Steve immediately sobers up, sitting up straight and trying to pull away. "Whoa, whoa, hey, hey. Wait! No! Wait! Wait!" Steve yells, shutting his eyes tight as the doctor begins to pull. "There was a code! We heard a code!" Robin yells, trying to save Steve from any more pain. Zharkov pauses, and Ozerov turns his attention to Robin. "Code. What code?" Ozerov asks
Robin gulps, "The week is long. The silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west. Blah, blah, blah." Robin says
Ozerov is taken aback and rounds the three teens, stopping in front of Robin. Robin stares up at him with a smug but still terrified grin. "You broadcast that stupid spy shit all over town, and we picked it up on our Cerebro, and we cracked it in a day. A day! You think you're so smart, but a couple of kids who scoop ice cream for a living cracked your code in a day, and now, people know you're here." Robin says with a laugh.
Ozerov raises his voice. "Who knows we are here, little bitch?" Ozerov asks, angry. Almost going by a knee-jerk reaction, Steve speaks up. "Uh, well, Dustin knows." Steve says with a chuckle. Jeffery whips his head towards Steve, his eyes widening. "Hey, Steve? Shut up!" Jeffery hisses
Steve continues to laugh, ignoring Jeffery's jabbing. "Yeah, Dustin Henderson, he knows." Steve says with a large grin. "Steve!" Robin yells, realizing they doomed Dustin and the group. Ozerov grins. "Dustin Henderson. It is your small, curly-haired friend?" Ozerov asks as he walks back around to face Steve. Steve hums. "Oh, curly-haired. Great hair. Small. Kind of like a 'fro. Yeah." Steve says
"Where is he?" Ozerov asks
To save Steve from saying anything more. "He's long gone, you big asshole. And he's probably calling Hopper, and Hopper's calling the US cavalry.....Fuck I probably shouldn't have said that." Jeffery groans, only to laugh, still high on drugs. Steve giggles. "They're gonna come in here, commando-style, guns a-blazin', and kick your sorry asses back to Russia. You're gonna be two pieces of toast." Steve says with a snicker.
Ozerov leans in. "Is that so?" Ozerov asks "Yeah." Steve says as a matter of fact, like. The three laugh. Ozerov chuckles and shares a smile with Zharkov. Just then, an alarm sounds. Ozerov's smile fades. Steve smirks. I told you so.
Moments later Ozerov, followed by an armed soldier, notices about one dozen soldiers gathered near the hub entrance, clamoring. Ozerov quickly exits the room.
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"What is this?!' Ozerov yells
The soldiers turn to face Ozerov. They straighten up and salute. Ozerov looks down and notices a large smoking hole in the floor -- and the floor beneath that, and the floor beneath that, and the floor beneath that... The green radioactive fuel surrounds the holes. It burned clear through everything.
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Dustin bursts through the door of the soviet bunker, screaming like Braveheart. He charges Zharkov and jabs the electroshock prod into his chest.
The three tied up, stare in shock, watching as Zharkov collapses, a smoldering hole where Dustin stuck him in the heart.
Steve begins to laugh, "Hey! Henderson." Steve shouts
Dustin quickly loosens the straps that bind Steve, Jeffery, and Robin together. "That's crazy, I was just talking about you." Steve says "Oh, my God!" Robin breathes with a wide grin as she stares down at the body. Erica gives her a look. "Get ready to run." Dustin says, done with the ties.
"Jesus you scare me kid." Jeffery says with a laugh.
