BAILEY AND Robin had been sat on top of the elevator for about an hour when Steve, Erica, and Dustin joined them because the Russians opened the elevator doors. Steve watched the workers, armed with guns, collect the boxes inside, before getting into their cart and driving back to where they came from.
The group jumped down and, before the doors could close, Steve held open the door with the tube of green liquid. The group slid underneath, before the glass smashed and sizzled into toxic flames.
"Holy mother of God." Dustin sighed, as he looked at the large tunnel in front of them— which obviously wasn't made for walking. It would take hours for the group to get to their next location.
The five had been walking for what seemed like hours, looking around at the same colours and designs that continued down the tunnel. There was nothing entertaining to look at or do, and it was driving them all crazy.
Dustin explained, "I mean, you have to admit, as a feat of engineering alone, this is impressive."
"What are you talking about?" Steve asked, "It's a total fire hazard. There's no stairs, there's no exits, there's just an elevator that drops you halfway to hell."
"I don't think this tunnel was designed for walking." Robin added, "Think about it, it developed the perfect system for transporting that cargo."
"It all comes into that mall like any old delivery." Dustin added, "They load it up onto those trucks and nobody knows."
"You think they built this whole Mall, just so they could transport that green liquid?" Bailey questioned curiously.
"It's gotta be way more valuable than liquid." Dustin replied, "Probably like promethium or something."
"What the hell is promethium?" Bailey scoffed in disbelief.
Robin explained, "It's what Victor Stone's dad used to make Cyborg's bionic and cybernetic components."
"You're all so nerdy it makes me physically ill." Erica added, as she faked a gag.
"No, no, don't lump me in with them." Steve defended, "I'm not a nerd, alright?"
Robin chuckled, "Why so sensitive, Harrington? Afraid of losing cool points to a ten year old child?"
"No, I'm just saying I don't know jack shit about Prometheus." Steve shot back, as he began walking ahead of the group.
"Promethium." Dustin mumbled a correction, "Prometheus is a Greek mythological figure, but whatever."
Erica glanced at Bailey, "I think your boyfriends in a mood."
Bailey nodded, before looking at Steve who walked a few metres in front of them. Ever since Bailey freaked out in the elevator, he hadn't spoken or even looked at her once. No holding hands, no kiss, no anything— Bailey wasn't complaining, but she still felt like needed to do something.
"Steve, wait." Bailey walked quickly after the boy, who had seemed to be walking in front of the group. She sighed, "What's wrong—"
"You tell me." Steve interrupted, his voice quiet yet so angry, "You can't even hold my hand anymore, you get uncomfortable when I touch you, and then all of a sudden we're having sex—"
"Steve." Bailey interrupted, aware of the others that walked a few metres behind them.
"No. So, what's wrong with you?" Steve retorted, "Because it's pretty obvious there's something going on. So, go on, tell me." He paused, "Why don't you tell your new friend, Robin, instead? Push me away..."
