FAMILIAR ↳ STEVE HARRINGTON

fifty-seven.

The walking was endless, Christine feeling like her calves were going to fall off as they continued to trot down the tunnel. Dustin was talking about the architecture of the building, and the only person who was really commenting was Steve, who never really had anything to say. Christine was counting their steps, figuring they were getting a pretty decent amount of exercise in right now.

"I mean you have to admit, as a feat of engineering alone, this is impressive." Dustin said, Christine looking down at him to her right.

"What are you talking about? It's a total fire hazard. There's no stairs, there's no exit, there's just an elevator that drops you halfway to hell." Steve said, making Christine chuckle. She really had no complaints anymore, the girl just glad they were no longer trapped in that elevator.

"They're commies. You don't pay people, they cut corners." Erica deadpanned, shaking her head at Steve.

"To be fair to our Russian comrades I don't think this tunnel was designed for walking. Think about it, they developed the perfect system for transporting that cargo." Robin said, giving the Russians some credit for their almost foolproof plan,

"It all comes into the mall like any old delivery."

"And then they load it up onto those trucks and nobody's the wiser." Robin said after Dustin, the two comparing their thoughts and looking at the others.

"You think they built this whole mall just so they could transport that green poison?" Steve asked, Christine shaking her head as he said it.

"Definitely not." She said, wiping at her nose.

"I very seriously doubt it's something as boring as poison. It's gotta be much more valuable like promethium or something." Dustin said, making Steve's face scrunch up in confusion at the use of the big word.

"What the hell is promethium?"

"It's what Victor Stones dad used to make Cyborgs bionic and cybernetic components." Robin said, making Christine want to groan at the fact that there was no way Steve was going to know what that meant.

"It's a metal." She said, bumping his shoulder and giving him a nod.

"You're all so nerdy, it makes me physically ill." Erica chimed in, Steve quick to retaliate.

"No, no, no. Don't lump me in with them. I'm not a nerd alright?"

"Why so sensitive Harrington? Afraid of losing cool points to a ten year old child?" Robin asked, the girl chuckling dryly as she said it.

"Because baby can't get over the fact he's not in high school anymore." Christine said, staring down at her feet as they all walked, Steve giving her a sideways glance and trying to ignore what she had said.

"No I'm actually just saying I don't know jack shit about Prometheus."

"Promethium. Prometheus is a Greek mythological figure,but whatever. All I'm saying is, it's probably being used to make something." Dustin explained, Robin added in a comment.

"Or power something."

"Like a nuclear weapon." Dustin proposed, his eyebrows raised in wonder as he said it.