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Dustin and I rush into the bathroom where Mike and El were to tell them what we just heard over the walki-talki.
"Guys, its Lucas, I think he's in trouble" I say to them as they jump apart and look at us.
"Do you remember when he said he was looking for the gate?" Dustin asks them.
"Yeah" Mike replies.
"What if he found it?"
Mike takes the walki-talki out of Dustin's hands and looks at it himself. We hear muffled sound coming from the other end but that's all.
"What's he saying?" Mike asks Dustin.
"I don't know, he's way out of range"
We try and listen in closer to see if we can make anything out.
"Son of a bitch!" We hear him yell out from the other end.
"Lucas, if you can hear us, slow down. We can't understand you" Mike tells him.
"Yes, I copy! Do you? They know about Eleven! Get out of there! They know about Eleven! The bad men are coming! All of them! Do you hear me? The bad men are coming!"
"Bad men. Does that mean anything to you? Like a code name or something?" Dustin asks, turning to El.
"The bad men are coming!" Lucas tells once again.
"Bad men. Bad men" Mike put the walki-talki onto the table and looks at El "Stay here" Mike grabs my arm and runs up the stairs. We run to the upstairs window that looks out onto our front yard. We see a white van parked looking onto our house.
"What's that guy doing?" Mike asks me.
"You don't think-?" I ask, looking at my little brother.
We share a look and run back down stairs to see Mom on the phone.
"Mom!" She quickly looks and Mike and turns her back towards us and continues talking.
"Well is he - is he home? Maybe you could ask him" She asks whoever she's talking to.
"Mom!" I call out.
"I'm sorry can you just - can you just hold on a minute" Mom says as she pulls the phone away from her ear and looks at us.
"Michael. Samantha. I'm on the phone. I'v told you a million times-"
"Did you schedule any repairs?" Mike asks quickly.
"What?" Mom looks at me.
"Is there anyone supposed to come and do repairs on the house?" I question.
"I don't understand. Is there something wrong?"
"No, Mom, nothing's wrong in the house"
Dustin comes in and leans against the table, out of breath "Mike. Samantha"
