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"OH MY GOD, I can't die a virgin!" Jackie screamed, backing into a wall to grab onto something so she could support herself as the room started to drop. It was like being on a roller coaster, the way her stomach flipped. Only they were going off the rails and all of the seatbelts were broken.
"You know, we've had plenty of time to fix that!" Steve yelled in response. "Oh my God, we're going down!"
"Yeah no shit Harrington!" Robin hollered, their screams filling the area. The room landed with an extreme force that made all of them fall onto the ground. Jackie braced herself for impact with the hard floor, when it didn't come. She soon realized that she landed on top of Steve, who grunted in pain.
"My groin," he complained, Jackie scrunched her nose.
"What?"
"Your knee is on my dick," he mumbled as a response, swatting her away as she quickly pushed herself off of him with a burning face.
"Shit, sorry."
"Is everyone okay?" Robin asked, and Jackie glanced over to see Dustin pulling her up.
"Yeah, I'm great now that I know my dick is broken and that Russians can't design elevators!" Steve said angrily, pushing himself up, and stomping over to the control panel.
"I think we've established the fact that those buttons don't work," Robin replied, ignoring Steve's other statement as she ran a nervous hand through her hair.
"They're buttons!" Steve snapped, his arms flailing around crazily. "They have to do something!"
"Is he okay?"
"Probably not," Jackie replied. "He's like an angry little chicken, look at him."
"Chicken?" Steve echoed, "what the hell does that even mean?"
"Well you weren't supposed to hear me say that, for one. And two, it's an electronic lock." Steve stared at her dumbly. "You would need the keycard for them to work."
"She's right," Robin nodded, coming to stand next to them. "Same as the loading dock door. If we don't have a keycard, it won't operate, meaning-"
"We're stuck here," Dustin finished. "Shit."
"Guys.." Jackie said, slowly. "I have to pick up Max."
Dustin whirled on her. "Well that's out of the picture."
"I'm so dead."
"I think we have bigger things to worry about."
"Yeah, like, if my mom doesn't kill me, these damn Russians will. Or vise versa."
