𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐂² || Temporary!Will x F!Reader [✓] ⇢ 𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨

━━ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 - 𝐏𝟑 ━━

a/n: I'm afraid its that time my guys :(

Warnings: Violence + character death

||3rd Person POV||

The sharp beep from the monitor in the surveillance room indicates the successful connection to Bob's coms.

"Okay, Bob," Owen gruffed, adjusting his mic. "can you hear us?"

Bob instinctively comes to adjust the earpiece Jim had gathered for him off a fallen lab employee. "Loud and clear, Doc. Can you hear me back?"

"Yeah, we hear you,"

Bob wastes no time getting to work, and the computer comes to life with a low hum.

"Alright, give me a minute,"

He can feel his heart beating sporadically in his chest and the longer time stretches on the more he is certain he is sitting on pins and needles. His fingers fly across the keyboard and although the programming he wishes to see emerges on the screen, to him it could not have taken any longer.

In bright neon green, he is presented with three options;

[1] ALARM SYSTEM

[2] FIRE ALARM SYSTEM

[3] DOOR ACCESS

He feels a small wave of relief knowing he had found the correct systems, and he quickly activities the coms.

"Open sesame," he grins, pushing a single button.

A harsh buzzing sound accompanies a blue light above all exits and entries.

"It's open," Owens breathes, relieved.

Bob continues to open the necessary entryways, including the front gate.

A similar electric buzz catches the attention of the group gathered outside. They watch as the gate slowly but surely slides open, and Dustin straightens, beaming with pride.

"H-Hey!" He chuckles. "I got it! I got it."

Everyone but Dustin - who is still enjoying his moment of pride - gathers around the front of the fence.

Bob cracks a nervous grin. "Easy-peasy."

Hopper does little to fight the impressed smirk molding onto his face. "Son of a bitch did it."

"Right, I'll meet you outside." Bob grins, relieved.

Hastily, he rises from the desk and eagerly makes his way for the exit, gun in hand.

"Nice job," Owens praises, but his hope falters when he hears screeching from another monitor. "Hold on a second, Chief."

"What's wrong?" Hopper asks.

Owens gestures to the monitor that had caught his ear. "West stairwells not clear anymore."