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Robin was the only one who seemed completely out of the loop. Staring back at the damaged car and the dead men on the ground, she said, "I don't understand what happened to that car." Her eyes were bulging, her mind probably whirling. Gabe knew how that felt. He'd been the last one to be told everything about the Upside Down last year, and when he had eventually been told everything about it, he hadn't even known what to think. But the attack of the Demodogs made it so he had believed them, and so it was that he was standing here right now.
Dustin jerked a finger at the girl who'd caused the damage. "El has superpowers," he explained. "So does Al, but—"
"I'm sorry?"
"Superpowers," Steve echoed. He looked like he'd been beaten up. Again. Though probably not by Billy this time, given that Billy—flayed or not—would've been eager to pound him into paste instead of merely giving him a swollen eye and a split lip. He and Robin were both still wearing their Scoops Ahoy uniforms, but they were crusted in vomit and blood. "She threw it with her mind," Steve continued. "C'mon, catch up."
Erica seemed to be more knowledgeable than Robin was. "That's El?" she asked, pointing at the girl. Well, Gabe assumed Dustin must've told her everything. It made sense, given that she hadn't been at all fazed when a literal car had gone flying through the air.
"Who's El?" Robin asked, blinking.
"I'm sorry," said Nancy, "who are you?"
"I'm Robin. I work with Steve."
"She cracked the top-secret code," Dustin explained. Now it was Gabe's turn to blink. What top-secret code? What was he talking about?
Steve continued, "Yeah, which is how we found out about the Russians in the first place." Gabe's eyes swivelled between him, Dustin and Robin like he was watching a tennis match. What the hell was going on here? What was the code, and what did this have to do with Russians? And how had Erica Sinclair—who was still clutching Alina for dear life—and Robin gotten dragged into this?
