✓ Adventures In Babysitting / Steve Harrington ¹

𝙭𝙫𝙞. definitely, maybe

"Delivery for you," he says as he hands Robin the box on the top of the stack.

"Thank you," Robin replies with a sigh as she takes the box from the man and places it on the counter.  Abby makes her way over to the window and places her hand on the counter as she watches in curiosity.  There's a few moments of silence as Robin signs off on the package, the only sound that fills the air is the scratching of Robin's pen against the paper, though her eyes are elsewhere, flitting over the Lynx logo on his uniform.

The man raises his eyebrows as Robin continues to stare before he gives her a sort of half-smile.  "Have a nice day."

"Yeah, you too," Robin replies as the delivery man continues down the back hallway.  Her voice is distant, though as she steps through the door into the back hallway.  Abby furrows her brows as Robin stares after the man before two crystal clear words tumble out of Robin's mouth.  "Silver cat."  She turns toward Abby with wide, excited eyes.  The gears in her head are whirring now, ignited by whatever she had seen on the back of the man's uniform.  "Silver cat!" She exclaims.

"Wait, you solved it?" Abby asks.

"No time to explain," Robin replies in a rush as she pushes through the backroom door and grabs Abby's hand.  "Just—come on!  You'll see!"

"Hey, Abby, Robin, you will not believe who Dustin thought was a Russian," says Steve as he and Dustin walk side by side into the parlor.

"You did too!" Dustin protests.

"No, I did not!"

Their argument goes unheard by Robin and Abby, too caught up in the spark of excitement that Robin had fanned into a flare.  Robin grips Abby's hand tightly in the excitement of the moment, but Abby is too caught up in the exhilaration to notice.  With their hands still linked and notepad clutched in Robin's hand, they push through Steve and Dustin and sprint to the center of the food court.  Robin relinquishes her tight grip on Abby's hand as she leaps up onto the round tile planter.

"Uh, Robin ..." Abby murmurs.

"A trip to China sounds nice," Robin whispers as she starts to spin around.  Her eyes dart across the food court, over bright neon signs and company logos.  Abby watches as Robin's eyes finally fixate on Imperial Panda.  She lets out a delighted sort of sigh as she glances down at her notepad.  "If you tread lightly."  She lets out another gasp as she points toward Kaufman Shoes which sits on the second floor of the mall before she repeats, "If you tread lightly."

Abby lets out a small gasp as the broken pieces of the code suddenly snap together.  Lynx: the delivery service, the silver cat.  Imperial Panda: a delivery cover, the trip to China.  Kaufman Shoes: another cover for the Russians' delivery, tread lightly.  All that's missing is the last sentence of the code.  When blue and yellow meet in the west.

"When—when blue and yellow meet in the west," Robin murmurs spinning once more.

Abby joins Robin on the tiled planter, desperately craving to be of some help, searching desperately for any landmark with blue and yellow.  And then she sees it.  The large clock that looms above the mall with its blue and yellow hands that circle it.  She nudges Robin and points.  "When blue meets yellow in the west."

"Robin, Abby," Steve and Dustin stand below them, staring up at the two girls in confusion.  Steve spreads his arms, his gaze lingers on Abby for a little while longer, but nobody seems to notice.  "What's going on?"

"I cracked it," Robin explains.

"Yeah, it was brilliant," Abby adds.

"Cracked what?" Steve asks.