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There was something Olivia adored about Robin's home.
It was quaint but homely, its walls adorned with photos of Robin throughout her childhood. Olivia had spent a lot of time at the Buckley household after her father disappeared. The warmth and kindness that she received from Robin's parents made it easier for her to cope. Despite their lack of wealth, they had promised Liv that she could stay as long as she'd like, no matter the cost. For almost half of her sophomore year, she resided with the Buckley's, sleeping in Robin's room on a cheap blow-up mattress-- and sometimes, during her rough nights, next to Robin, who held her tight with no questions asked. Olivia never took advantage of their hospitality, though, paying them back through favors around the house and grocery hauls.
After Liv had opened up about her mom during the car ride home, Robin asked Olivia to stay the night at her place. Liv declined at first, her deep rooted fear of being burden becoming ever-so present, but Robin persisted. Spending the night with Robin was the best decision Liv had made in a while; she was able to sleep through the night because she wasn't fearing for her safety. Olivia didn't want to acknowledge how horrible that reality was.
Now, Olivia and Robin sat next to one another at a table in the backroom of Scoops Ahoy. Steve was seated on a chair in front of them while Dustin stood next to the table, pacing back and forth as he explained what he observed this morning from the rooftop.
"There has to be a way in," Robin said.
"Well, you know..." Steve started, he looked around the room. "I can just take him out."
Robin and Olivia turned their heads towards each other, sharing a glance.
"Take who out?" Liv asked, tilting her head slightly.
"The Russian guard." Steve responded, looking at her with an expression of morphed confusion and disbelief, as if the answer was obvious.
Olivia let out a sudden snort, her hand slapping itself on her mouth. Steve looked at her offended, his pride slightly hurt.
"I'm sorry," Liv slowly lowered her hand as she looked around, catching everyone's gaze. She blinked in disbelief. "I thought I just heard you say that you're gonna take out an armed Russian guard."
"Yeah," Steve said, "I sneak up behind him, knock him out, and take his keycard, its easy."
Olivia lifted her head up to look at Dustin, eyes bulging slightly in an appalled manner. Dustin gave her a look and then pursed his lips slightly, looking towards Steve.
"Did you not hear the part about the massive gun?" Dustin asked.
"Yes, Dustin, I did. And that's why I would be sneaking."
