~Y/n POV~
"Why is this hallway so long?" I asked, exasperated, my voice echoing off the metal walls.
"Well, you have to admit, as a feat of engineering alone, this is impressive," Dustin said, eyes scanning the tangle of wires and panels along the walls.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, frowning as I followed his gaze.
"It's a total fire hazard," Steve interjected, looking around with a mixture of disbelief and irritation. "There are no stairs, no exits it's just an elevator that drops you halfway to hell."
"There commies," Erica stated flatly.
"You don't pay people, they cut corners," she added with a shrug.
"To be fair to our Russian comrades, I don't think this tunnel was designed for walking," Robin pointed out, her tone calm but analytical.
"It wasn't. Didn't you guys see the vehicle they were driving?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as Robin nodded in agreement.
"I mean, think about it, they developed the perfect system for transporting that cargo," Robin continued, gesturing toward the tunnel.
"It all comes into the mall like any old delivery," Dustin added.
"Then they load it onto those trucks, and nobody's the wiser," I finished, the pieces starting to click into place.
"You think they made this whole mall just so they could transport that green poison?" Steve asked, looking at us for confirmation as usual.
"I very seriously doubt it's something as boring as poison," Dustin said, shaking his head.
"It's gotta be something much more valuable, like promethium or something," he added, eyes wide with excitement. Steve looked utterly confused.
"What the hell is promethium?" Steve asked.
"It's what Victor Stone's dad used to make cyborg's bionic and cybernetic components," Robin explained. Erica interrupted with a dramatic groan.
"You're all so nerdy it makes me physically ill," she complained, rolling her eyes.
"No, no, no. Don't lump me in with them. I'm not a nerd, alright?" Steve said quickly, defensively.
"Why so sensitive, Harrington?" Robin teased. I giggled, nudging her.
"Afraid of losing cool points to a ten-year-old child?" I added, and we both smirked.
"No. I'm just saying I don't know jack about promethium," Steve muttered.
"Promethium," Dustin corrected.
"Prometheus is a Greek mythological figure, but whatever. All I'm saying is, it's probably being used to make something," Dustin explained, shrugging.
"Or power something," Robin added, scanning the tunnel with curiosity.
"Like a nuclear weapon," Dustin suggested, a glint of mischief in his eyes.
"Totally," Robin and I said in unison.
"Walking toward a nuclear weapon... that's great. That'll be great," Steve muttered sarcastically.
"But if they're building something, why here?" Robin asked, voice low as she peered into the distance.
"I mean... Hawkins, of all places," I said, shaking my head.
"Exactly. At your very best, we're a toilet stop on the way to Disneyland," Robin quipped, keeping us moving forward.
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The other Mayfield (Will Byers X Reader)
Teen FictionY/N Mayfield, Max Mayfield's twin sister, has a life that's anything but ordinary. Strange things seem to follow her wherever she goes. What happens when she crosses paths with four boys? Will she trust them... or fall for one of them? And as the st...
