"Looks like somebody's home." Hopper stated, pulling into the long driveway of the Hess farmhouse, the smell of dew and smoke radiating the air. Olivia stuck her head outside the back window, her hand dangling from the window. She saw the windows of the farmhouse covered in wooden planks and the wood on the exterior slowly rotting over time. Immediatly, she grimaced.

"Uh, nice place." Olivia commented sarcastically, to which Hopper only scoffed flicking his cigarette into the dirt. As Olivia unbuckled and began opening the door, Joyce looked back at her.

"Are you sure you want to come with? You are welcome to stay here." She suggested, knowing that it could be dangerous for the teen after everything she has been through in the last two years.

Olivia looked out at the house, then back at Joyce. The teen shook her head, the action making her head throb slightly since her head still ached. "No, I'll go."

With that, Joyce, Hopper and Olivia all got out of the car, slowly and quietly walking up to the porch of the house. Olivia frowned, holding her flashlight up as Hopper slowly opening the door, it creaking loudly. He had his gun in his hand and his flashlight in the other.

As they walked through the house, they looked around to see nothing but a table with a mug on it. Everything was covered in dust and cob webs. Olivia turned her head to see a plaid chair, frowning in confusion.

Suddenly, Olivia looked up at the sound of distant creaking, not knowing which direction it came from. "Did you hear that?" Joyce questioned, realizing she wasn't the only one who heard the noise. The three wasted no time to continue walking around the house, all of them looking up at the sight of the ligh pulsing in and out. Olivia could recognize flickering lights from anywhere in Hawkins, suddenly the situation became more dier to her as she clutched her flashlight tighter, her knuckles turning white.

When they made their way down the hall and into the bedroom, they all stopped in front of a bed sitting in the middle of the room against the wall, Olivia's brows drawing closer together. The vibrating continued as Hopper looked around the room, confused as to how they were hearing the sound.

"Where's that coming from?" He questioned with a whisper, Olivia looking around at the floor. When she began walking while looking down, she heard the floorboards creak, and suddenly she had an idea.

The teenager suddenly dropped to the ground quietly, pressing her ear to the floor, hearing the vibrating stronger as she listened in. She gasped quietly before looking up at Hopper and Joyce.

"It's below us." She whispered, standing up quietly as Hopper frowned. Hopper quickly moved to one end of the bed, Olivia helping him without question. She moved to the other end, the two lifting the bed and pushing it up torwards the wall.

Olivia's mouth fell open slightly as she looked down in the darkness to see a set of stairs leading down into a lower level, her brows drawn together. Hopper held his gun up before slowly walking down the stairs, Olivia and Joyce following behind the older man. He had his gun held high as he led them down the stairs. As Olivia roamed her flashlight around the room, she grimaced, not knowing what to think. "What the hell?" She muttered to herself, quiet enough so nobody heard.

They heard distant clanking of metal, Hopper quickly turning to find the source. Olivia frowned as they then heard a man whispering, the three all walking out into the open area where tons of operators and mechanical machines were.

She felt her heart drop as they walked over to see two men kneeling down while working, the girl quickly recognizing it as Russian. Hopper and Olivia exchanged glances before the older man began yelling, causing Olivia's eyes to widen. "Hey, dipshits!"

The two men quickly dropped their tools, one man dressed in a grey jumper with rust over his face, while the man behind him was wearning a white button-up shirt, brown pants and thin rimmed glasses.

"Hawkins PD. Hands in the air." Hopper ordered sharply, but as it looked to Olivia, the two men didn't understand a word Hopper was saying. When the men stared at him blankly, Hopper clenched his jaw. "Don't make me say it again!"

The straight-haired man began speaking Russian to the curly-haired man who was slowly walking torwards the three. Hopper, Olivia and Joyce all glared at each other in confusion, not having a clue what the man had said.

"English!" Hopper yelled as if it were obvious. "You speak English?" The man in white quickly held his hands up, speaking a number of words in Russian which only confused Olivia a whole lot more than she already was. When he finished, Hopper looked at him with confusion. "I can't understand you!"

He spoke in Russian again, Hopper repeating his sentence. "I can't understand you. No understand!"

Olivia and Joyce both quickly looked up at the sound of footsteps patting harshly at the floor above them, Olivia frowning in worry. Joyce and Olivia both stayed looking up as they yelled at Hopper in unison. Hopper froze, looking up as Joyce pointed at the source, the thudding continuing. Olivia listened as the footsteps grew closer above them until it was heard above the stairs, her eyes widening.

Hopper quickly grabbed a rag from the tray above the tool compartment, stuffing it into the straight-haired man's mouth before tieing his hands.

He then gave Olivia the handcuffs he had in his back pocket, pointing to the other Russian. Olivia ran to the man in white, putting one cuff on his left wrist, then putting the other on her right so he couldn't run. Olivia held her mouth with her other hand as she leaned up against the metal, her eyes squeezed shut as she heard the man walk closer to where she was hiding.

Before he could find her, the Russian man and Joyce, Hopper jumped out behind him, holding the gun up to the back of his head. "Don't move!" Hopper panted out. "Drop the gun."

When the man didn't listen, Hopper held the gun closer to his head. "Drop it! You understand what I'm saying, big guy?" Olivia's eyes slowly opened as she looked around the corner of the metal machine to see Hopper holding his gun to the head of a man dressed in all black.

"Drop the weapon!"

"Or what?" The man dressed in all black suddenly spoke in English, his voice laced with a thick Russian accent. "You going to shoot?"

"Good. So you do understand what I'm saying, huh?" Hopper questioned, Olivia turning back to Joyce and the Russian man, her right hand still cuffed to his left as they listened intensively. "And, yeah, you don't put that thing away, I'm gonna blow some daylight into that thick skull of yours."

"No." The man spoke again. "You won't do that." He muttered, clearly underestimating what Hopper was capable of.

"Why's that?" He questioned sharply.

"Because you are policeman." The man reminded him, still using his thick Russian accent. Olivia began breathing heavily as she brought her knees to her chest, trying her best not to make any noise. "Policemen have rules."

"Oh, yeah?" Hopper then pulled back the hammer of the gun, Olivia's mouth slightly slacking open. "Wanna test that theory? I'm gonna count to three. One, two, three!" Olivia flinched at the sound of a gunshot, looking around the corner to see nobody bleeding on the floor, instead, the Russian and Hopper fighting.

The gun fell out of Hopper's hand, Joyce and Olivia turning their heads to see the weapon sliding across the floor torwards them. The Russian began shooting his rifle in hopes to shoot Hopper, but instead, the Russian threw Hopper into a pole.

Joyce yelped as she reached for Hopper's gun, bullets flying everywhere in the air. Olivia flinched as one shot only an inch from her, the girl cowarding torwards the man she was handcuffed to.

As the two men continued fighting, the rifle got thrown out into the space, distracting Hopper so the man could flip him over his shoulder and slamming into the ground. Olivia didn't know how many times she had flinched or let out small whimpers, but she quickly looked up to the sound of Hopper telling Joyce to move. She sighed as Hopper grabbed the cuffs, pulling both Olivia and the Russian up to their feet. "Come on, Smirnoff. You're coming with us!"

Olivia quickly got to her feet as Hopper pulled them along torwards the stairs, yelling at them to go as Olivia grabbed Joyce's arm with her free hand, pulling the woman up the stairs as the man began shooting at the group, Olivia yelling in fear. Hopper ran after the group, quickly dropping the bed to the ground, then throwing the chest of drawers on top of the bed.

Gunshots fired through the mattress as everyone yelled, Olivia running out of the house and torwards the front door without hesitation, the Russian being pulled along as their hands remained cuffed together.

"Let's go! Let's go!" Hopper screamed, running behind the group torwards the car. Once they got to the car, Hopper threw his keys over to the mother. "Joyce! Drive!"

She quickly retrieved the keys as Olivia jumped into the trunk of the car for some odd reason which she could process as Hopper got in the passenger. "Come on, Joyce! Quit screwin' around!"

"Shit!" Joyce yelped, fiddling with the keys to find the right one out of the other dozens.

"Go!" Hopper screamed, his hoarse voice blocking out any other noises in the area. Joyce, drive."

"I'm trying!" Joyce argued back as she inserted the key into the ignition, Hopper practically fuming from next to her.

"Joyce, please, drive!" Hopper than screamed, "Drive!" Which Olivia couldn't comprehend how he could yell that long. Joyce finally started the car, stomping on the petal and doing a tight U-turn until they were back on the road, the group all panting in exhaustion. They all began quickly screaming again when bullets began shooting into the car, the glass shattering on the Russian and Olivia, the girl crying in pain as a piece of glass stabbed into her back.

Joyce turned the car onto the road, Olivia flying on top of the Russian and she felt like they were going to tip over, but the car slowly settled as Joyce got back on the road swiftly. Once they were in the clear, everyone began panting, Olivia regaining her stance as she cupped the back of her head after it getting hit on the side of the car.

"Still think it was our government?" Hopper heaved, pulling himself back into the passenger seat once they were in the clear.

"Oh, my God!" Olivia screamed, her cheeks bright red and tears now dried on her cheeks, which she hadn't even realized were there until she had finally settled down along with everyone else. The Russian's head whipped over to her, not helping the fact that he jumped at the sound of her voice. "I thought that I was with you guys to get away from all of this shit! But no! Instead, I'm in the middle of a shootout between my friend's adoptive dad and the Terminator! What the hell is wrong with this town?!" She shouted, panting deeply as she put her free hand on the bottom of the car, sighing as she closed her eyes and leaned back.

Hopper exhaled loudly before turning in his seat to see the teenager. "Kid, you have no idea."

***

"Son of a bitch!" Hopper complained as steam hissed from the inner workings of Hopper's truck. Olivia had been watching with a slightly amused expression as the chief tried fixing whatever was wrong. The group was in the middle of the woods, surely miles out of Hawkins considering how long they had been driving. Olivia had no skills with cars, but she was positive that one which had been shot at two dozen times wasn't repairable.

While Hopper fumed, Joyce had been conducting at theory of her own, smashing two rocks together in front of the clueless Russian, who was actually, to Olivia's surprise, nice, considering being handcuffed to a teenage girl for over four hours. His name was Alexei, and from what Olivia picked up on, he enjoyed cartoons, music and watching the chief of police get angry about his mechanics and Joyce.

"Son of a bitch?" Hopper shouted, squinting as the steam spreading over his face.

"Do you know "magnet"? Magnet?" Joyce smashed the rocks together in front of Alexei, who was looking at her in confusion. Olivia was leaning against a tree, her hand lifted in the air whenever Alexei moved.

"Magnit?" Alexei spoke in Russian, Joyce's smile widening as she remained hopeful that they would get somewhere.

"Yes, magnit." She pointed at him with a nod. "Okay, so, uh, magnit... on my- my fridge, my icebox, and then they... they fell. They demagnetized, stopped working. Uh, do you understand?" Joyce dropped the rocks, Alexei watching her intensely as Olivia watched with raised brows.

"Da." Alexei nodded slightly, Olivia frowning, although she assumed it had meant 'yes' since he had nodded.

"Okay, so is that because of the machine that you're working on?" Joyce questioned, using her hands to gesture her words.

"Machina." Alexei muttered, recognizing very little of Joyce's words.

"Machina, machina, yes." Joyce began imitating car noises, Olivia smiling slightly at the interaction, knowing that Joyce always seemed to find the bright side of things, even being stuck in the woods with a Russian, a teenager, and an angry Hopper.

"Da, da, machina." Alexei nodded, the three all smiling slightly. "Machina, machina!"

"Yes, machina-" The Russian then pointed over to the car which Hopper was still working on, Joyce quickly sighing.

"Vroom, vroom." Alexei imitated.

"Oh, not- not the car." Joyce shook her head, realizing she had confused the Russian by accident. "The machines as Hess Farm where- where we kidnapped you-" Olivia snorted a laugh, not knowing why she found it funny, but she did.

"Joyce, please!" Hopper suddenly yelled from behind the three, turning around in anger. "You're givin' me a headache, all of you!" He yelled, pointing between the three, Olivia's jaw falling open.

"What did I do?" She questioned, to which Hopper rolled his eyes, turning back towards the car. He groaned, continuing his work as Olivia looked at him with a questioned glance, although the older man could care less as he looked away, ignoring her question. Normally, the man was always nice to her and would speak gently when he spoke to her, but, understandably, he was angry, and most likely annoyed with the sudden shut down of the car, which was their only use of transportation besides their legs.

"Hold on, please. One minute." Joyce turned away from Alexei, rolling her eyes at Hopper. "Hey. I am making progress." She argued, Hopper nodding in disbelief as they continued to argue. Olivia sighed, rolling her eyes as her headache only got worse over the hours, and their fighting certainly wasn't helping any of it.

"как дела." How are you? Olivia drew her brows together in confusion, not understanding anything that he had said to her. She stared at him in confusion as he sighed, adjusting himself before pointing to her chest, then making a heart with his hands, her right hand lifting up at the action.

"Love? What?..." She muttered in confusion, watching as he imitated crying, the girl finally catching to what Alexei had asked her. "How am I feeling?" She questioned, the older man beside her nodding with a cheeky smile, his eyes squinting as he did so. Olivia shrugged, looking over at him.

"I'm fine. I miss my family at home." She muttered, Alexei tilting his head in slight confusion, but slowly coming to realization.

"что-то случилось?" Did something happen?  She frowned again, the longer the sentence, the harder it was for her to understand. She assumed he was asking why, although it was a far stretch since she had no knowledge what-so-ever on the language, this being one of the first times she's actually ever heard it being spoken, and she was not expecting that.

"I got into a fight with my boyfriend and I need to apologize. And, there are kids that could need me and I'm not there to help them." She explained, looking up at her squinted, trying his hardest to understand what she was saying.

"Дети?" Kids?  Alexei frowned again, tilting his head at her. "иметь детей?" Have kids?

Olivia sighed, not understanding what he had said before pulling out a pad of paper which was in his shirt pocket, then taking the pen from the same pocket. She put the note pad sideways before drawing herself next to Steve, then putting El, Will, Mike, Lucas, Max and Dustin on the side. Above the kids, she wrote 'friends'.

Alexei quickly nodded, now understanding what she meant by saying that they could need her right now and she wouldn't be there for them. Her and Alexei suddenly turned their heads at the sound of the engine sputtering and making cracking noises, their brows broth furrowed.

"Hey. Hey." Alexei spoke, using one of the few English words he had learned from either Joyce and Olivia, or from some other unknown place. He began speaking Russian quickly, Hopper looking back at him with an annoyed glance.

"Stop! Stop!" Alexei waved his arms around, raising his brows at the man.

"Shut up, Smirnoff!" Alexei then began speaking Russian again rapidly, to which concerned Olivia. She frowned, standing up straight off of the tree, stepping forward slightly as Alexei continued yelling. He tapped Olivia's shoulder quickly, the pointing back to the car.

"Aw, come on! D'you hear me?" Hopper jumped up from his spot in front of the car, turning around at Alexei angrily. "I said shut your damn-" Before Hopper could finish, something in the inner workings of the car blew up, smoke filling the area as Joyce's eyes widened.

"Get out of the car!" Olivia shouted, Joyce grasping with wide eyes as the car squealed, quickly leaping out of the driver's seat. Just as she jumped out of the car, the vehicle blew up into pieces, Olivia jumping in shock. The car began setting on fire as they all stared in shock, Hopper staring in disbelief. The group had lost their car and their navigations in one fell swoop, Alexei leaning forward from behind Hopper. "Stop." He then muttered, shaking his head in anger.

"Great." Olivia muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration.