❝there's things I wanna say to you, but i'll just let you live. like if you hold me without hurting me, you'll be the first who ever did.❞
cinnamon girl - lana del rey
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When blue and yellow met in the west, so did Robin Buckley, Steve Harrington, Dustin Henderson and Cassiopeia Turner. They crouched on the roof of the mall, the four of them together through rain and shine.
This time just happened to be rain.
"Look for Imperial Panda and Kaufman Shoes," Robin yelled over the deafening sound of rain hitting the pavement. Cassie sat between Steve and Robin, a jacket heavy on her body, weighed down by the liquid splashing all over the mysterious town of Hawkins, Indiana. Dustin sat on the other side of Steve, his hands slipperily clasping a pair of black binoculars.
"I can't look for anything," Cassie shouted back, her hands coming up to wipe at her blurry eyes. "Couldn't the Russians have looked at the weather forecast?"
"That wouldn't be as dramatic," Robin snorted from beside her, the two sharing a look before they once again desperately tried to look through the drops of rain that scattered the sky.
"Imperial Panda and Kaufman Shoes are with that whistling guy," he pointed at a man with a yellow raincoat, legs bare in the midst of a summer storm. He was wheeling three stacked boxes, "Ten o'clock."
"What do you think's in there?" Steve called out, looking between Dustin and Cassie, the latter shrugging.
"Chinese food and shoes?"
"Guns, bombs?"
"Chemical weapons?" Robin answered, eyes set on the man with a gun. Cassie narrowed her eyes to see, her blood running cold, a shiver raking through her body. Steve noticed, his arm going around her waist to warm her up, she didn't have the heart to tell him she was terrified, not cold. Also, she loves when he does that.
"Whatever's in there, they really don't want anyone snooping. They're armed to the teeth." Her voice cut through the loud rain, her teeth cutting through her lips as she felt a rush of danger from the situation they were all in.
A clap of thunder echoed through the night sky, lightning surging through the air, crackling with electricity. "Great," Steve groaned out sarcastically, nodding. "That's great."
Cass's eyes widened as the man stopped in front of a sealed set of grey doors, the armed man reaching out with a key card. She watched as he inserted it into a small box, the light on it switching from red to green with a satisfied beep. The pair of doors swung open automatically.
