down hill; billy hargrove

20.3

"The week is long. The silver cat feeds when the blue meets yellow in the west"They all read.

"That makes no sense"Annabelle threw her hands up in distress. Steve nodded.

"Utter bullshit"He agreed as Robin sighed.

"Lets call it a night, Yeah? Its getting late"She reasoned as they all nodded, Grabbing their stuff and making their way out.

"I mean, Its just..."Steve trailed off as he closed the door. "It just cant be right".

"Its right."Robin told him.

"Honestly, I think its great news"Dustin admitted.

"How is this great news?"Steve questioned, Chuckling dryly.

"I mean, So much for being American heroes. Its total nonsense".

"Its not nonsense. Its too specific. Its obviously code"Annabelle shrugged, Now gaining ideas from thinking about it. Dustin clapped, Nodding in agreement with his older sister.

"What do you mean, A code?".

"Like a super secret spy code"Dustin informed him.

"Thats a total stretch".

"I dont know, Is it?"Robin questioned.

"Your buying into the Henderson conspiracy too?"Steve questioned, His arm still wrapped around Annabelle's shoulder.

"Listen, American hero. Just for kicks, let's entertain the idea that it is a secret Russian transmission. What'd you think they were gonna say, 'lets blow this shit up at ten'?" Annabelle questioned as Robin agreed

"Exactly".

"And Robin's translation is correct. We know that for sure, So... 'The silver cat feeds'. Why would anyone talk like that unless they're trying to mask the true meaning of their message?"Annabelle questioned.

"Exactly".

"Why would anyone mask the true meaning of their message unless the message was somehow sensitive?"Robin imputed.

"Exactly". Steve made a face, Thinking of the possibility.

"So I guess this confirms Annabelle's suspicion".

"Evil Russians"Dustin smiled proudly.

"I cant believe that I'm about to agree with these two, but Yeah, Totally evil Russians". Annabelle smiled in victory.

"So how do we crack it?"Dustin questioned.

Steve loosened his grip onto Annabelle's shoulder and pulled away, Stopping next to a horse arcade ride. "Wha'cha doin'"Annabelle questioned as he shuffled coins in his pockets.

"Coins. I erm..."He paused, Looking into her eyes,Before stumbling over his words. "Co-quarter. I need a quarter"He nodded as Annabelle dug into her pockets.

"Well, I guess we translate the rest and hopefully a pattern emerges".

"A patten, Right.Like maybe 'Silver car' is a meeting place?".