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SKYLAR LEAPT TO the side as a peanut whizzed past her head, chuckling as Dustin flopped dejectedly onto the sofa.

"How can one person be that bad at throwing peanuts?" Skylar teased, snatching the bag from him and eating a few.

"My throwing skills are impeccable." Dustin retorted loftily. "It's your catching skills that need help."

"Well, I was choked to almost-passing-out earlier." Skylar retorted, before frowning. "To be fair, that doesn't hurt at all."

Crackling interrupted their conversation, and Skylar sprinted over toward the radio, her eyes widening.

Muffled shouts came from the speaker, and Dustin ran to get Eleven and Mike while Skylar stayed there.

"Lucas? Lucas, are you okay?" Skylar fretted, while Lucas kept screaming, apparently unable to hear her.

"You know how he was looking for the gate?" Dustin had returned, the other two following him. "What if he found it?"

"What's he saying?" Mike grabbed the radio from Skylar roughly, causing her to glare at him.

"He'll be near the lab." Skylar in-putted. "That's where he was going, anyway."

"He's way out of range, then." Dustin sighed, and Skylar took a deep breath, trying to stop her heart from racing. She knew what the lab was capable of - why didn't she go with him?

"Lucas, if you can hear us, slow down. We can't understand you." Mike spoke calmly into the receiver as distorted cursing rang out from the other side.

"Yes, I copy! Do you?" Lucas' voice was clearer now, and Skylar chewed her lip as he continued. "They know about Eleven! Get out of there! They know about Eleven!" The radio cut out then, only a few words making it through.

"'Mad hen.' Does that mean anything to you?" Dustin questioned, as they all crowded around the radio. "Like a code name or something?"

"'Bad men.'" Mike and Skylar realised at the same time, the former instantly rushing upstairs while the latter began grabbing shoes and her back, grabbing food and anything she could think of as a weapon.

The two boys thundered back down the stairs, and Skylar gave them their bags, before grabbing Eleven and sneaking out the back door.

Skylar leapt onto the back of Dustin's bike, and the four kids began pedalling as fast as they could. A man with snow-white hair watched them leave, his eyes lingering on Skylar and Eleven.

"Dustin? Do you copy?" Lucas' voice called out from the headset Dustin was wearing as the group turned down onto a different street.

"Yeah, Lucas, they're on us!"

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