TWENTY-TWO: ADMIT IT

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TWENTY-TWO: ADMIT IT

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TWENTY-TWO: ADMIT IT

("The Spy" II)

"THIS IS GROSS AS HELL," PENNY COMMENTED LOOKING DOWN AT THE BUCKETS OF MEAT IN STEVE'S CAR. She gagged slightly as she took a little whiff. "Ugh! It smells like the Central Park Zoo."

"Well, this gross and funky-smelling meat is the only way we can track down Dustin's stupid pet," Steve uttered to the girl.

"Is it really?" Steve was about to answer the question, but Penny spoke again, before he could. "Never mind, it is."

"I feel like this meat will start moving," Frank said, uncomfortably. "Tell me I'm not the only one."

Steve and Penny shared an amused look at the boy's words. Before the two could say anything, a sound was heard.

"Dustin!"  Lucas' voice sounded from Dustin's headset. Penny smiled at the familiar voice, as she, Frank, and Dustin helped Steve empty the items they bought earlier from the car. "This is Lucas. Do you copy? Dustin?"

"Well, well, well, look who it is," Dustin spoke, turning away from the older teens.

"Sorry, man," Lucas apologized. "My stupid sister turned it off." Penny rolled her eyes at the mention of his sister. Erica Sinclair was one of Penny's favorite kids that she babysat, but the girl had a lot of blackmail on her.

"Well when you were having sister problems, Dart grew again, he escaped, and I'm pretty sure he's a baby Demogorgon," Dustin revealed.

"Wait. What?"

"I'll explain later," Dustin told the boy, as Penny and Steve placed their weapons in their backpacks. "Meet me, Frank, Penny and Steve at the old junkyard."

"Steve?" Lucas asked, surprised at the mention of the older boy.

Penny and Steve stood up to put on their backpacks, while Dustin continued his sentence. "And bring your binoculars and wrist rocket."

"Steve Harrington?" Lucas asked again, as the boy he named closed his trunk.

"All right, let's go," Steve commanded. He picked up a bucket of the meat and started walking forward.

"Just be there, stat. Over and out," Dustin said, picking up a can and following after the older boy. Penny and Frank followed him picking up their own cans of meat.

"I didn't wear the right shoes for this," Penny mumbled looking down at her black converse. She knew they were going to walk far, and her feet already started hurting just thinking about it.

"That's your own fault, my love," Frank whispered in the girl's ear.

Penny's jaw dropped at her friend's words. "Rude! And why the hell are you talking? We're literally wearing the exact same brand of shoes."

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