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SPORADIC RADIO STATIC filled the basement as Eleven fiddled with the dials on Mike's walkie-talkie. Skylar found herself huddled around the small table alongside the boys yet again, just before school. She always had to sneak out through the back gate, but she didn't mind. It was better than sympathetic stares and judgemental rumours.

"So, we just tell our parents that we have AV Club after school." Mike decided, and Skylar nodded alongside.

Lucas still looked at Eleven in disbelief. "You seriously think that the weirdo knows where Will is?"

Skylar smacked his arm at the insult, frowning. "It's the best choice we have - the only choice, unless we want to sit back and let the police find him."

"Just trust us on this, okay?" Mike looked at Lucas imploringly, and the taller boy sighed, and nodded reluctantly.

"Did you get the supplies?"

"Yeah," Lucas grinned, dropping his bag on the table, carefully pulling items out. "Binoculars, from 'Nam, army knife, also from 'Nam. Hammer, camouflage bandanna, and.. the wrist rocket!"

Skylar snorted as she saw the canary-yellow slingshot, and Lucas sent her a glare, which she playfully stuck her tongue out to.

"That'll go well with the bandanna." She dead-panned, and Mike let out a chuckle, before immediately stopping himself. Skylar smirked - it was the first time that she had made him laugh.

"You're gonna take out the Demogorgon with a slingshot?" Dustin frowned, and Lucas' face grew frustrated.

"First of all, it's a wrist rocket. And second of all, the Demogorgon's not real. It's made up."

Skylar's eyes flickered towards El. If a girl with superpowers was real, surely an inter-dimensional creature wasn't so unbelievable.

"But if there is something out there, I'm gonna shoot it in the eye!" Lucas mimed shooting something, the sudden slap causing everyone to flinch.

"Dustin, what did you get?"

Skylar openly laughed as Dustin emptied out piles of food onto the table, including an apple which he promptly threw away.

"Okay," Dustin began, ignoring Mike's disappointed glare. "So, we've got Nutty Bars, Bazooka, Pez, Smarties, Pringles, Nilla Wafers, trail mix."

"Well, at least you have a good range." Skylar murmured, while Lucas crossed his arms.

"Seriously?"

"We need energy for our travels. For stamina." Dustin tried to defend himself. "Besides, why do we even need weapons anyway?" He gestured towards Eleven. "We have her."

"She shut one door!"

"Yeah - with her mind!" Skylar had to agree with Dustin. If she could close a door from across the room, what else could she do?

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