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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ: ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴛᴏᴏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴀꜱᴛ

"The week is long...." We read out what we'd discovered on the board, not understanding too well. "The silver cat feeds, when blue meets yellow in the west." I don't think I'd ever read something as cryptic in my life since the Trigonometry papers I'd seen in math class.

"I mean, it just can' be right." Steve slammed the shutters down on the parlour as we stood there, waiting for him.

"It's right." Robin insisted to him. We were definitely going to trust Robin, the girl who was very new to the idea danger at our levels, over Steve, the one who stood off against Dart and his friends last November.

"Honestly, I think it's great news." Dustin says to us. Maybe he was overlooking it, though. Sure, it didn't make sense, but at least we knew it was right. It's not like we could just send our translation to the Mayor with a little note attached saying found this, hope it helps!

"HOW is this great news?" Steve asked, following after us as he locked it up. He chuckled. "I mean, so much for being American heroes." Rule number eleven: do not mention American heroism to Steve Harrington.

"Still lost causes though..." I say to myself.

"It's total nonsense." Steve says to us all.

"It's not nonsense." Dustin fires back at him. "It's too specific. It's obviously a code."

"What do you mean a code?" You would've thought after two rounds of Demogorgons, Steve would be up to date with this sort of stuff.

"Like a super-secret spy code." Dustin says, as if it wasn't obvious enough.

"That's a total stretch." He tells the boy, shaking his head as he walked behind us.

"I don't know, is it?" Robin asked. Out of all the things we'd been through, a spy code was not the weirdest yet.

"You're buying into this?!" Steve asks in total disbelief.

"Listen, just for kicks, let's entertain the possibility that it is a secret Russian transmission." She says. "What'd you think they were gonna say, 'fire the warhead at noon'?"

"Exactly!" Dustin says, looking over at a Steve who was not enjoying the loss of an argument.

"And my translation is correct." She added on. "I know that for sure, so..."

"Who would causally say to another 'the silver cat feeds'?" I suddenly asked, them all, catching on. "They were obviously masking up the original message."

"AND- Why would anyone mask the true meaning of their message unless the message was somehow sensitive?" She asks, pointing out an important part of Dustin's point.

"Exactly!" Dustin says, and Steve mocks his face.

"So, I guess that confirms your suspicion." Robin says over to the younger boy.

"Evil Russians! Yay... fun." I say sarcastically, and he shot me a little glare.

"I can't believe I've just agreed with this strange child, but, there are totally evil Russians." She says over to Steve, smiling.

"So, how do we crack it?" Dustin asks her.

"Well, I guess we translate the rest and hopefully a pattern emerges." Robin, the only one with braincells left of the four of us, says.

"A pattern. Right, like maybe 'silver cat' is a meeting place?" Dustin caught on. Weird meeting place...

"Or a person." I added on, choosing a more understandable vocabulary.