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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐃 got busy due to a movie just ending. Steve held onto my hand tightly as we manoeuvred through the crowd.
"Well, shit, that worked." The Sinclair grinned.
Dustin nodded, "Of course, it worked. We just have to get on the bus with the rest of these plebes, and home sweet home, here we come."
I turned to Steve, having thought the same thing, "Dustin," Steve spoke warily, "We probably shouldn't go to your house."
Robin frowned, "Why?"
"I might've told them your full name." He revealed.
The curly-haired boy turned to him with a murderous expression, "What is wrong with you."
He sighed heavily, "Dude, I was drugged."
"So?" He scoffed in disbelief, "So you resist. You tough it out like a man."
"Oh, yeah, it's easy for you to say." The brunette shot back.
"Guys?" The Buckley girl called out, stopping us in our tracks. I followed her eye line to find a Russian heading towards us.
I sighed heavily as Steve held onto my hand tighter and dragged us the other way. Due to the escalator being off, we slid down the middle one by one.
We followed Dustin through the bottom floor of the mall, hiding behind a store as the Russian looked for us.
My breathing was heavy, hugging my knees to my chest. Steve's arm was wrapped securely around my arm protectively until the car in the middle alarm sounded, before crashing against the other end of the building.
All the Russians were knocked unconscious as we stood up to see the rest of the group before us.
I immediately ran over and brought Max into my arms, "Are you okay?" I asked worriedly.
She nodded in response, "Yeah, what are you doing here?"
"I don't understand what happened to that car," Robin spoke up as he turned to me.
"El has superpowers," Dustin told her.
She scoffed in disbelief, "I'm sorry?"
"Superpowers. She threw it with her mind. Come on, catch up." Steve explained.
"That's El?" Erica asked.
"Who's El?" Robin frowned.
Nancy frowned as she turned to the Buckley, "I'm sorry, who are you?"
"I'm Robin." She introduced, "I work with Steve and Naomi."
Dustin smiled, "She cracked the top secret code."
Steve nodded, "Yeah, which is how we found out about the Russians in the first place."
The older Byers frowned, "Russians? What Russians?"
