Cammie nodded at Dustin from where she was hiding behind a wall adjacent to him. There was a large open doorway between them that led into the main area outside of where the Russians were holding Steve and Robin hostage.

The two of them threw the cylinders of the green acidic liquid into the area. They shattered and began burning holes through the floor, everyone running there to try and stop it. Dustin and Cammie hid as the Russians in the room ran out. Then, Dustin and Erica ran in to get Steve and Robin while Cammie ran around the corner and drove the cart to the doorway.

Dustin and Erica returned, shoving Steve and Robin in the back cage, and then jumped in.

"Drive!" Dustin said.

Cammie shoved her foot on the gas, the five of them speeding down the hallway.

"Jesus, slow down!" Steve shouted to Cammie.

"Yeah, what is this, like, the Indy 500?" Robin slurred.

"It's the Indy 300," Steve said.

"No, dingus, it's 500!" Robin argued.

"It's 300!" Steve whined.

"Let's say a million," Robin said.

The two of them started laughing loudly and Cammie rolled her eyes, turning them around the corner to take them back to the elevator.

"What is wrong with them?" Erica said.

"I don't know," Dustin said.

"Cammie, watch out!" Erica squeaked.

Cammie slammed on the breaks before they drove right into the elevator.

"Shit!" Dustin shouted.

Steve and Robin groaned loudly at the impact of their bodies hitting the metal cage they were sat in.

"Oh!" Steve cried.

"You guys all right back there?" Dustin said.

They groaned loudly and Cammie shrugged.

"They're fine," Dustin agreed. He and Erica got Steve and Robin out and Cammie grabbed the zappers. "We gotta go, now," Dustin ushered them into the elevator.

"Come on! Get out!" Erica shouted.

"Ow! We're coming!" Steve whined.

Cammie stepped into the elevator and nodded at Dustin.

"Here goes nothin'." Dustin used the keycard on the elevator and they waited in silence for it to process.

"This sucks," Steve pouted.

The machine beeped and Dustin pressed the up button. The doors slammed shut and they started shooting up. Steve laughed and stood up on one of the trolleys, waving his arms wildly.

"Hey! You look like you're surfing!" Robin laughed.

"Surfing! Yeah! Whoa!" Steve shouted.

"They seem drunk," Erica looked at Dustin and Cammie.

"Why would they be drunk?" Dustin said.

"I'm a natural! Check it out! Whoop!" Steve shouted.

Robin yanked the trolley out from under him and he fell onto his bum, laughing loudly. She crawled down beside him, laughing hard enough to make tears come out of her eyes.

"He's burning up." Dustin felt Steve's head with the back of his hand.

"You're burning up," Steve scoffed.

"One sec, one sec. Steve, Steve," Dustin tried to open Steve's eyes but he squirmed away.

"God, no," Steve whined. Dustin huffed and pried his eyes open. "Ow!" Steve cried.

"His pupils are super dilated," Dustin said. Cammie tapped a reply on his arm. "Maybe he's drugged. Steve, are you drugged?" Dustin said.

"How many times, Dad? I don't do drugs. It's only marijuana," Steve slurred.

Cammie tried to groan but her throat felt like she'd swallowed razorblades. She resorted to slamming her head against the wall for now.

"This isn't funny, okay? I need to know what they did to you. Are you gonna die on us?" Dustin said.

Steve laughed and booped Dustin's nose.

"Boop," he said.

"We all die, my strange little child friend. It's just a matter of how... and when," Robin said.

"They're gonna be looking for us up there, so I need you to tell me where you parked your car," Dustin said.

"Oh, can we make a pit stop at the food court?" Steve asked.

Cammie slammed her head against the wall again. How was she related to this idiot?

"I would kill for a hot dog on a stick," Robin hummed.

"Ooh!" Steve nodded.

"All right. Yeah, food. Yes, you can have as much food as you want, but only if you tell me where your car is parked," Dustin said.

"Uh, oh," Steve shook his head slowly.

"Uh, oh?" Dustin said.

"The car's off the board," Steve said.

"What?" Dustin scoffed.

"They took the keys. The Russians, they took the keys. Like, forever ago," Steve said. He and Robin started laughing loudly. "That's a bummer, right?" he said.

The elevator stopped and they walked out. Cammie winced at the daylight, leaning against Dustin to support her weight. She pointed at her throat and he nodded.

"Oh! Oh, my God, that tastes so good. Ah! Steve, can you taste the air?" Robin said.

"I taste it, I taste it!" Steve stuck his tongue out happily.

"Stop!" someone shouted.

Cammie's eyes widened, seeing two guards walking towards them.

"Shit! Come on! Come on!" Dustin grabbed Steve and Robin and shoved them through a door to their left. Erica and Cammie followed.

"Why are we running?" Steve laughed.

"Just run!" Erica shouted.

They ran through the building, looping around into Starcourt mall.

"Where are we going?" Robin whined as they walked through the hallway connecting all of the shops together.

"Just trust me," Dustin huffed. He opened the door and peered out. "All clear," he said.

They filed out and he ushered them into the closest movie showing. Cammie tapped Dustin and motioned to the bathroom. He nodded and she hurried off. It was empty in there and she locked the door.

Cammie grabbed the first aid kit from the wall and opened it up. She turned the tap on and scooped water into her mouth. It killed to swallow but she managed enough to ease the burning in her throat.

She unbandaged her neck and winced at the state of it. It was starting to scab over and it was ugly. She washed it clean with water, crying from the pain, and then bandaged it up again. She washed her blood covered hands and then looked herself up and down.

Her white t-shirt was drenched in blood from where her neck had bled. Her jacket had no sleeves, now, as they had been tied around her neck and lost once Dustin patched her up. Her skirt was filthy and her converse had drops of blood on the white tips. Her hair was a mess and so was her makeup.

She looked, and felt, like utter shit. She was in agony and she hadn't spoken to her girlfriend in god knows how long, so she missed Max more than she thought possible right now.

Cammie sighed and walked back into the movie, spotting Erica at the end of one of the rows. She walked over and sat down.

"Dustin's gone to try and code red the others," Erica whispered. Cammie nodded and leaned back, rubbing over the bandages with a wince. "Is it hurting?" Erica asked. Cammie nodded. Erica reached into her bag and produced some pain killers. "Your other ones will have worn off," she said.

Cammie took them and shoved them down her throat, managing to swallow them after a few seconds. She nodded her thanks and they turned back to the movie.

"Do you have any batteries? Double-A?" Dustin sat beside them after twenty minutes.

"Why would I have batteries?" Erica scoffed.

"I always carry batteries," Dustin said.

"Then what's the problem?" Erica asked.

"I need eight," Dustin said.

"Eight?" Erica repeated.

"Shit. Guess we'll have to go to plan B," Dustin sighed.

"Plan B? What's plan B?" Erica asked.

"Cammie, where's your radio?" Dustin said.

Cammie tapped her response on his hand.

"Dead in Scoops. Fuck," Dustin muttered. He looked down the aisle, then frowned. "Where... are they?" Dustin said.

They looked and saw Steve and Robin had left their seats. Cammie slammed her head into her hands.

Fucking Steve.