~Y/n POV~
I rested my head in my hand and let out a long sigh. Robin had only managed to figure out one line so far.
The week is long.
What the hell did that even mean? Like, come on—that's not exactly the clue we were hoping for.
Robin walked over to the window slider and pushed it open, letting in a faint breeze from the street below.
"Hey, we got our first sentence," she announced, a small spark of triumph in her voice.
"Oh seriously?" Steve asked, coming over to the window with two ice creams balanced in his hands.
I followed him, curious despite my skepticism.
"Yeah, The week is long," I repeated, trying to make the words sound more important than they actually felt.
Steve smirked, clearly unconvinced. "Well, that's thrilling," he said sarcastically, taking a bite of his ice cream.
"I know," Robin said, shutting the window with a soft click as she returned to her spot at the table. "But progress."
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Robin had spent the entire day cross-referencing her dictionary to decipher the rest of the Russian transmission. It had been tedious, painstaking work, but somehow, we were finally getting somewhere.
The week is long.
The silver cat feeds.
When blue meets yellow in the west.
We all read the lines aloud together, the words feeling strange and oddly ominous.
"I mean, it just—it just can't be right," Steve muttered, leaning back in his chair as he closed up for the night.
"It's right," I said firmly, trying to match the seriousness in Dustin's eyes.
"Honestly, I think it's great news," Dustin added, practically bouncing in his seat.
"How is this great news?" Steve asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I mean, so much for being American heroes—it's total nonsense," he continued, shaking his head.
"It's not nonsense," Dustin and I defended simultaneously.
"It's too specific. It's obviously a code."
"What do you mean, a code?" Steve asked, skeptical.
"Like a super secret spy code," I explained, shrugging.
"That's a total stretch," Steve muttered.
"I don't know, is it?" Robin asked, tilting her head.
"You're buying into this?" Steve questioned, incredulous.
"Listen," Robin said, folding her arms, "just for kicks, let's entertain the possibility that it is a secret Russian transmitter. What do you think they were going to say? Fire the warhead at noon?"
"Exactly," Dustin and I said in unison.
"And my translation is correct. I know that for sure," she continued. "So... 'the silver cat feeds.' Why would anyone talk like that unless they were trying to mask the true meaning of their message?"
"Exactly," Dustin and I repeated again, nodding.
"And why would anyone mask the true meaning of their message unless the message was somehow sensitive?"
"Exactly."
"So I guess that confirms your suspicion," she said, a small grin tugging at the corner of her mouth.
"Evil Russians," Dustin and I said simultaneously, half-laughing.
"I can't believe I'm about to agree with this strange child, but yeah, totally Evil Russians," she laughed, shaking her head.
"So how do we crack it?" Dustin asked, leaning forward eagerly.
"Well, I guess we translate the rest and hopefully a pattern emerges," Robin said.
"A pattern. Right, like maybe 'silver cats' is a meeting place?" Dustin suggested.
"Or a person?" Robin offered.
"Or a weapon," I added.
"It's probably going to take a super genius to crack it, but..."
"Where's Steve?" Robin and I asked at the same time, glancing around.
He was by the mini-carousel for kids, fumbling in his pockets.
"Hey Steve!" I shouted as he dropped a few coins, which clattered across the floor.
"What are you doing?" Robin asked, eyebrow raised.
"Uh... it's a quarter. I need... do you have a quarter?" he asked, looking sheepish.
"You sure you're tall enough for that ride?" she teased as we ran over.
"Quarter!" Steve yelled, holding out his hand. Robin threw him one, and he carefully inserted it into the slot.
"You need help getting up, little Stevie?" I teased, earning chuckles from Robin and Dustin.
"Shh! Will you three just shut up and listen?" he snapped, eyes wide as the music started.
"Holy shit!" Dustin exclaimed, leaning closer as we all stared at him.
"The music! The music!" Steve shouted, grabbing the tape from his bag and pressing play. The melody in the background perfectly matched the tune from the ride.
"I don't understand," Robin muttered, frowning.
"It's the exact same song in the recording," Dustin exclaimed, practically bouncing in excitement.
"Maybe they have horses like this in Russia," she reasoned skeptically.
"Indiana Flyer... I don't think so. This code—it didn't come from Russia. It came from here," Steve concluded, the realization sinking in for all of us.
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