Chapter 4 (Steve's POV)

Tatum had headphones in. She was scanning through the Russian dictionary and listening to the Russian tape over and over while slurping on a milkshake. Robin was in the back of the store trying to help her out.

The bell on the front counter was ringing slightly in the background, Tatum takes off the headphones anh her and Robin walk out to behind the counter. Erica Sinclair was at the counter with her little group of friends.

"I'd like to try the peanut butter chocolate swirl, please."

"No. There are no more samples today." Tatum says.

"Why not?" Erica asks. 

"Because you're abusing our company policy." Robin answers.

"Where's the sailor man?" Erica says.

"Sorry. He can't help you. He's busy." Tatum says.

"Busy with what?" Erica exclaims rudely.

"Spycraft."

There I was. Hiding behind a plant in the mall with a pair of binoculars looking around. Dustin right next to me hiding behind the same plant. 

"You see anything?" Dustin questions.

"I guess I don't totally know what I'm looking for."

"Evil Russians."

"Yeah, exactly. I don't know what an evil Russian looks like." I search around the mall, and still nothing.

"Tall, blonde, not smiling. Also, look for ear prices, camo, duffel bags, that sort of thing." Dustin says.

"Ok, duffle bags..  You've gotta be kidding me!" I whisper shout.

"What?" Dustin says, alarmed.

"Tatum is with that meat head, Mark Lewinsky."

"Dude, he is literally just getting ice cream. Plus, if you're not gonna focus, just give me the binoculars." Dustin says.

"Shit, whatever happened to standards. Lewinsky never even came off the bench." I say.

"Dude! You are the worst spy in history, you know that?" Dustin grabbed the binoculars out of my grasp and yanked on them. 

"Hey, stop."

"Gimme those. Besides, I don't even get why you're jealous. Tatum is so obsessed with you. You're the only person she hangs out with and talks to. It's actually weird how much you guys are together." Dustin says.

"It's not weird. Your just not used to it because apparently your real, smart, brilliant, hotter than Pheobe Cates girlfriend lives all the way on the otherside of the country so your never together.  Also, what to you want me to do about it? You would wanna spend some nice quality time with your supposedly real girlfriend if you had the chance to."

"I don't know. Just stop kissing every 2 seconds. Earlier, when she went to the bathroom for 3 minutes, she came back, and you said that you missed her so much. You literally might as well just take a break from each other. Sooner or later, you guys are gonna see each other so much, that your going to get sick of seeing eachother." 

"When you're in love you don't get sick of each other." I mumble.

"What did you say?" 

"Nothing."

"Alright well, if you would just trust me.. I know she feels the same way. Just take a break and get back together when you guys are cool again." Dustin suggests.

"Wait, were not cool? Is she mad at me or something?" 

"I don't know, ok, but Suzie and I are cool."

"Oh. Suzie. Yeah, you mean hotter than Pheobe Cates? Yeah, that Suzie. Let's think about that." I say.

Dustin pulls away from the binoculars and stares at me.

"How exactly did you score that beautiful girlfriend?" I scratch my head, "Oh yeah. With my advice. Because that's how this works, Henderson. I give you advice, and you follow through. Not the other way around."

"Fine. But look, eventually, it's gonna blow up.. So you might as well take a break now." 

"No." I whisper harshly.

I looked into the crowded mall to act like I didn't care anymore or I was looking for a Russian but deep down, I wondered if he was right. 

Would this whole thing blow up? Would it just lead to a dead end? No. It wouldn't. Like I said.. When you're in love you don't get sick of each other. Screw that little shit. He is wrong.

"Target acquired!" Dustin says.. I slowly zone back in from his voice right in my ear.

"Where?" 

"Ten o'clock Sammy Goody's." Dustin hands me the binoculars.

"Shit. Duffle bag." I look at the target. The man was in all black. Black jacket. Black pants. He had on a pair of dark verh tinted sunglasses, he carried a royal blue duffle bag over his shoulder. He also had blonde hair around shoulder length and a nice jawline. 

"Evil Russian." We both say. 

He was going up the escalators, and we chased after him.

I quicked my pace, and we speed walked through the crowd of people.

"Slow down." Dustin says.

"We're losing him!" 

"You are getting too close."

I quicked up my pace again and I accidentally ran into some one, "Watch it dickwad!" He shouted.

The blonde evil Russian looked back at us I hid behind a plant as Dustin pretended to be on the phone. When the man turned back around we kept chasing after him. 

We watched him while hiding behind ehind a off white pilla as he walked into the JAZZERCISE room and placed his dufflebag on the counter, "Alright, everyone, listen up! I just have one question for you." The man starts to unzip the dufflebag. "Who is ready to sweat?"

All the women in the room with him cheer loudly as he takes a boom box out of the big duffle bag.

"Ok, let's start it nice and easy. Move our thighs. Yeah, ladies!" He shouts. He took off the black jacket he had on, and he was wearing a pink tank top underneath. 

All the girls started to do the exercisesthat the blonde man ordered. I immediately start to walk back to Scoops, "You guys aren't gonna believe who Dustin thought was a Russian.." I say.

Tatum and Robin were running out of the store just as we were walking in.

They jumped up on the fountain in the middle of the mall and started looking around very quickly. 

They looked at the note pad that Robin was holding and they kept saying things to each other. 

Me and Dustin started to walk up to them, "Tatum? Babe? What are you doing?" I ask.

"We cracked it!" She says.

"What?" 

"We cracked the code!" Robin shouts.

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"Look for Imperial Panda and Kaufman Shoes!" Robin whispers.

"There with that whistling guy 10 o'clock!" Dustin says, pointing at a man with boxes on a dolly.

Well, here we are. In the pouring rain, I'm trying to track this code.  We're watching as delivery men bring in shipments for the mall. We are currently on top of a building. Everyone's hair and clothes are completely soaked.

"What do you think is in there?" I say.

"Guns, bombs, chemical weapons?" Tatum says.

"Whatever it is, they are armed to the teeth." Dustin shouts over the loud noise of the rain.

"Great. That's great." I sigh.

I look over at Tatum and she is gazing down trying to figure out all this Russian crap.

"Hey, what's in there?" Robin points out. The men started to open a large heavy duty door.

"It's just more boxes." Dustin says with his binoculars shoved against his face.

"Lemme check it out." I urge.

"No, I'm still looking."

I try to bring the binoculars which ends up with us fighting over them. Dustin accidentally drops the binoculars off the edge of the wall making a loud thud.

We all duck behind the ledge on top of the building. 

The guards start yelling in Russian, so we can't figure out what they are saying. 

I pant with fear hanging on to Tatum's hand, squeezing it tight. I looked over at her and she looked kinda scared. 

One of the Russians ran inside the building we were on top of to try and reach the roof. We quickly ran of the the building and back into the mall.

"I think we found your Russians." Robin 

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"There is a keycard that opens the door, but unfortunately, the Russian with this key card has a massive gun. What ever is in this room and whatever is in those boxes they really don't want anyone finding out." Duetin explains.

We're back at Scoops, and now we are trying to some up with a plan to somehow break into that place we were at.

"There's gotta be some way in." Tatum says.

"Well, you know, I can just take him out." I say fidgeting with my hat.

"Take who out?" Robin asks.

"The Russian guard." 

Everyone makes a face at me.

"What? I sneak up behind him, I knock him out and take his keycard it's easy." I say.

"Did you not hear the part about the massive gun?" Dustin teases.

"Yes, Dustin. I did. And that's why I would be sneaking." 

"Ah, so please tell me this and be honest, have you ever actually won a fight?" Dustin crosses his arms.

"Ok, that was one time." I defend.

"Twice, Jonathan year prior." Dustin states.

"Listen, that does count." I protest.

"Why would it count? Because it looks like he beat the shit out of you."

"Wait, wait wait!" Tatum shouts. We all look over at her.

"What?" I says.

Tatum starts laughing, "I'm.. so-sorry." She manged to get out in between laughs. She takes one deep breath and begins talking again, "You? Steve Harrington. Fought Jonathan Byers and lost to him." She busts out laughing again.

I sigh.

"Are we both thinking of the same Jonathan Byers? The guy Nancy is dating?" 

"Yep. That guy." Dustin says.

Tatums slaps the table and her and Dustin start wheezing, laughing so hard. I begin to chuckle at my own stupid past mean while Robin starts to zone out.

Dustin starts to describe the fight to Tatum.

"Fat lip, a lot of blood, swollen eye..." He says in between laughs.

"Doesn't count!" I yell.

"That just might work." Robin says to herself.

She gets up out of her seat and runs out of the backrokm to the front counter and grabs all the bills out of the tip jar.

"Robin! What are you doing?" Tatum asks.

"I need cash!" Robin says.

"Some of that is ours! Where are you going?" I say.

"To find us a safe place into that room!" Robin says as she runs out of the store.

"Wait! I'm coming with you!" Tatum yells. Tatum grabs the coins out of the tip jar and quickly shoves them into her pockets. Robin waits for Tatum at the entrance of the store tapping her foot.

Tatum quickly pecks my lips. "We'll be back soon! In the meantime, sling ice cream, behave, and don't get beaten up. I'll be back in a jiffy! I love you boys!" Tatum shouts.

I wave as the 2 of them run out of the store towards the exit. I look down at Duetin and he is staring off into space just licking ice cream off my scoop.

"Dude! Not my scoop!" I say. I grab ice cream scooper out off his hand and put it in my pocket. 

A/N: Hey! I hope you enjoy this chapter it's 1,840 words. I am making a OBX imagines book, so if you wanna check that out just click on my profile. Thank you so, so much for reading!! Ill try to get out chapter 5 asap! 💗