𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐔𝐄! ✽ 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗼𝗻

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𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐍, 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 as dustin pressed on the gas of the mini russian-red transport vehicle. the three teens slammed into the metal grate behind them, the clacker echoing between the confined hallway. "jesus, slow down, man!" steve sleepily shouted. dani brought her knees to her chest, folded her arms across them, and rested her forehead. her stomach churned as her dizziness lingered, her head throbbing.

"yeah, like, what is this? the indy 500?" robin inquired, her words slurring together.

"it's the indy 300," steve argued.

"no, dingus, it's 500!"

"it's 300!" he shouted, three fingers held in the air.

"no one cares!" dani drug out, her voice muffled as she didn't move an inch.

"dani, what's wrong with them?" erica whined. she was both concerned and annoyed.

"they fucking drugged us," the red-haired girl spat out.

"what?!" dustin asked as his gaze turned from the hallway to sherrie.

just as sheridan nearly started explaining the entire situation, erica screamed, "dustin, watch out!"

"shit!" the young boy cursed. he slammed on the brakes, dani falling against the grate closest to dustin and erica, while steve and robin toppled over onto the very back door of the little red vehicle. sherrie kept herself pretty secure in the ball she transformed herself into, only her shoulder experiencing any pain. steve and robin let out low groans. "you guys alright back there?" they griped once more.

"they're fine," dani answered before unraveling herself. everywhere she looked, sparkles and near flashes of light seemed to follow her. "woah," she muttered. she pressed her hands against the walls that enclosed her, shifting her body. dustin and erica hopped from the front seats and ran to the back. once they undid the door, steve and robin tumbled out. thankfully, the kids were there to catch their heads.

"come on, we gotta go," dustin pleaded as he shook steve's head in his hands. he wiggled his way under the harrington boy's shoulders and began to tug. robin cooperated fairly easily with erica, so long as the girl sat her back up and helped pull her out. as sheridan scooted herself out and joined the other four at the elevator entrance, the keycard sensor lit green; dustin's stolen id had worked.

dani sat atop one of the metal tables, her feet dangling. steve planted his feet firmly onto the red delivery cart, robin steering, the two acting as if he were surfing. "so you guys were drugged?" erica questioned the girl. sherrie nodded.

"they didn't tell me what it was. when they knocked me out, they shot me up almost as soon as i came to," she explained, her fingers resting on her neck where the russians had injected the serum. the spot was very obviously sore.

"they knocked you out?!" dustin grilled.