𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘴 ~ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Three:
Broken Promises
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"Erica? Do you copy?" Robin asked, lifting the radio to her lips. 

"Mhm." Erica's voice crackled through the radio. Ramona glanced over at Steve who crouched beside her. She pursed her lips, nodding to herself slowly as she searched his face. Steve was acutely aware of her eyes on him, and the effect she had on him. His heart hammered against his chest as she looked away. "I copy. You nerds in position or what?"

"Yeah, we're in position." Robin spoke carefully, "It's all quiet here, so you've got the  green light."

"Green light. Copy that. Commence Operation Child Endangerment." 

"Child endangerment, mi culo." Ramona muttered, rolling her eyes. "I've done worse."

"Yeah, me too. And can we please not call it that?"

"See you on the other side, nerds."  Erica said as Ramona shifted uncomfortably. 

Minutes passed in silence with Ramona and Steve taking lingering glances at each other. Ramona inhaled slowly as she tore her eyes away from Steve at the sound of Erica's voice. "All right, nerds. I'm there."

"Do-Do you see anything?" Robin asked.

"Yeah, I see those boring boxes you're so excited about." Erica said, disdain clear in her tone.

"Any guards?"

"Negative." Erica answered.

"Booby traps?" Robin joked, raising her eyebrows as her lips curved into a smile.

"If I could see them, they'd be pretty shit traps! Wouldn't they?" Ramona stifled a laugh as she covered her hand with her mouth. 

"Thanks for that!" Robin said sarcastically, her smile dropping as she rolled her eyes.

Ramona knitted her eyebrows together at the sounds of crashing and grunting coming from Erica's side of the radio, "I'm in." 

"Oh, God." Steve muttered, raking his hands through his hair and shaking his head.

Ramona reached over, patting him on the shoulder, not tearing her eyes from the metal doors as they opened slowly. "Free ice cream and hot chocolate for life!"

"Si, si, si. Por vida." Ramona muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes. "Entendida."

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Ramona watched as Steve sliced across the tape with her pocket knife and pulled the cardboard flaps. "¿Qué demonios es eso?"

Steve shrugged as she peered over the edge of the box at the metal box inside. Steve took a glance at her before carefully reaching his hand in and twisting the knob. She knitted her eyebrows together as steam poured from the box after he lifted the lid. 

"That's definitely not Chinese food." Steve said, resting the metal lid on the box beside him.

"Or Russian food." Ramona shook her head as her eyes scanned the foreign object.