Escape ~ S.Harrington

81} The Turnbow Trap

"Are you ready?" Dustin looked over and asked Erica.
"I was born ready for this," She started to dab water on her face.
"And..." Steve glanced at his watch, "You're clear."
"On it," She grabbed the pie and got out of the car
"Erica, wait a sec," Jenna stopped her.
"What?"
"Tell Derek to suck a fat one for me, okay?"
"On it," She saluted and marched up to the door.
Jenna intently watched as Tina opened it and after a few minutes of talking, they hugged. She let Erica inside and closed the door behind her.
"And just like that, she's in," Jenna smiled.
"She's in," Steve radioed. Dustin grabbed the walkie from him, "Hey, wha-"

"Sinclair, come in," Dustin yawned, "Do you copy?"
"Yep, this is Sinclair," Lucas replied from the Squack van behind them, "Copy. Go ahead."
"Sinclair. I'm confused. I thought your sister said that Tina was mean."
"Oh, no, no. She's not mean. She's a villain. Like, kill the puppies for a fur coat kind of villain. Ask Jenna. She can back me up."
"One hundred percent," Jenna nodded at him with wide eyes, "That child has a bit of the devil inside her; just like her brother. Guess it runs in the family," Dustin scrunched up his eyebrows. Jenna took the walkie from him, "He's got the point, Lucas."
"Glad to hear you calling me by my first name again, Jenna," She could hear Lucas smiling on the other end.
"Let's keep it that way."

After a few minutes, Erica picked up her walkie and spoke into it, "The targets are neutralized."
"Thank you, we're rolling in," Jenna replied.
The Squawk van pulled up to the garage that Erica so generously opened up for them. Steve, Jenna, Nancy, Dustin, and Jonathan all got out of Steve's car to help them set up and unload. Everyone immediately got to work. Robin, Erica, and Joyce all started closing the blinds around the house; Steve, Jenna, Alice, Nancy, and Jonathan all dragged the bodies to the back of the van so Joyce, Robin, Erica, and Will could go to McCorkle farm. Afterwards, the rest of the group rearranged the Turnbow house to fit their needs; moving furniture to make it easier to traverse around while also blocking the demogorgon. Jenna and Alice started marking around the giant rug in the living room so they'd know where to cut through.
"Remember how we dressed up as Fred and Daphne a few years ago?" Alice looked up at Jenna and tossed her the marker.
"Of course," She giggled, "Why?"
"Because I really feel like Fred right now with all of this trapping to catch the big bad criminal. Maybe we can pull off the demo's head to reveal one of our neighbors underneath."
"I really wish it were that easy," Jenna finished her line, "How are the acetone grenades coming along, you three?" She yelled to Nancy, Jon, and Lucas.
"Pretty good," Nance yelled back, "If I do say so myself. How about the rug?"
"Just finished."

They rolled up the rug while everyone finished planting their booby traps around the home.
"Hey!" Jenna scolded Mike and Steve who almost hit her with a swinging nail-covered board, "Careful with that."
"Sorry, babe," Steve gave her a kiss on the forehead, "I thought you were Alice."
"I heard that, Ass Tart," She made a fart noise at him.
Once they finished, Dustin handed out weapons to everyone, with Jenna getting her favorite crowbar, Quesadilla.
"My baby," She hugged it, "I'm so excited to tear up the floor with you."
"You never hug me like that," Steve pouted.
"Are you seriously jealous of Quesadilla right now?" She laughed, "My crowbar? That's just pathetic," She pushed by him and stood in front of the outline she drew, "Time to slice this shit up!"

Right as she started shooting the crowbar into the ground, Steve stopped her, "I just found something even better, Jen."
He revved up his chainsaw, causing her to roll her eyes, "Fine. I guess you can have your moment."
"You need to save your energy anyways."
Steve sliced through the floor effortlessly, causing it to fall straight down into the cellar. Jenna watched as the ceiling tiles knocked over the Turnbow's stash of wine, which consisted of a few shelves.
"Awe," She frowned, "I have so many fond memories of drinking my brains out down there while the kids were asleep," Everyone just stared blankly at her, "What!? They're rich! It's the good shit!"