COMPLETE UNTIL SEASON FIVE
In 1980s Indiana, Judy Hopper and her group of young friends witness supernatural forces and secret government exploits. As they search for answers, they unravel a series of extraordinary mysteries. In the midst, love and...
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As much as Steve, Judy and Dustin wished they could act like everything wasn't normal, they had to continue on with the next day like it was.
Judy left her home like she'd never heard a secret Russian code before, Dustin left as if he hadn't built the device that allowed him to hear that same code, and Steve left like he hadn't figured out that the code was coming from Hawkins.
On the car ride to the mall, Dustin was sure that it would be easy to pretend, but the longer he sat in the back room of Scoops Ahoy, he started pacing in anxiousness. He insisted that Russians just had to be in the mall, as absurd as it sounded, he was sure of it.
And Steve, bored out of his mind working, was more than willing to scope out the mall with Dustin. So, yet again, Judy manned the ice cream shop by herself as the two boys did whatever it was that they were doing.
And, yet again, Erica Sinclair and her friends were back for some free ice cream.
Se stood at the counter, ringing the service bell continuously. Judy had her back turned away, with headphones on, repeatedly listening to the code on her walk-man and looking at the Russian dictionary.
Even still she couldn't not hear the ring of a bell in the headphones covering her ears. Judy sighed, turning to face Erica. The girl only gave a final few rings of the bell, and then with a phony smile – "I'd like to try the Peanut Butter Chocolate Swirl, please."
Judy, also with a phony smile and a fake chipper attitude, "No. No more samples today."
"And why not?"
"Because you're abusing our company policy."
"Where's the sailor man?" Erica said, demanding.
"Sorry, he can't help you. He's busy."
"Busy with what?"
Now Judy genuinely smiled, "Spycraft."
Dustin crouched next to Steve behind some oversized potted rubber plants as they looked around for any sign of someone suspicious.
"You see anything?" Dustin asked Steve, who was looking around the food court with binoculars.
"Uh, I guess I don't totally know what I'm looking for."
"Evil Russians," Dustin said, like it was obvious.
"Yeah, exactly. I don't know what an evil Russian looks like," Steve confessed, but continued looking around, searching aimlessly only to find something disappointing.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me."
"What?" Dustin asked, suddenly aware of his surroundings.
"Anna Jacobi's talking with that meathead Mark Lewinsky," Steve replied, sounding disheartened.
"Dude, you are the worst spy in history, you know that?" Dustin pulled on the binoculars still strapped around Steve's neck. He would've choked if he hadn't removed the strap for Dustin to put around his own neck. "Besides, I don't even get why you're looking at girls. You have the perfect one right in front of you."
