𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝𝐲 ⟿ s. harrington

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

BAD INFLUENCE !

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THE GROUP HAD HEADED OUT TO THE WHEELERS TO TRY AND FIND THE BOYS AND ELEVEN. However, the moment that they had arrived, the people of Hawkins Lab had already been investigating the entire house and there was no sign of the boys or Eleven anywhere. Hopper was unsure what else could be done if Hawkins Lab had such a close eye on the Wheelers house and up above them all had been a helicopter keeping an eye out. Turning towards the backseat, he needed to come up with a plan. "Look, we need to find them before they do. Do you have any idea where they might've gone?"

Growing frantic, Nancy felt panicked that she had no idea where her brother could be if he wasn't home. "No, I don't."

"I need you to think," Hopper insisted.

"I don't know. We haven't talked a lot. I mean, lately..." Nancy voice had trailed off as she ended off with a heavy sigh of annoyance.

Slightly raising her hand, Alex felt nervous as she waited for Hopper to notice. When he did, he wasn't all that impressed. "This isn't school, kid. What is it?"

"They'd probably be at the junkyard if they were hiding. That's where they usually go to hide away from everyone but I don't know for sure."

Turning in his seat, Jonathan's eyes grew wide as an idea came to his head. "We can talk to them, right? Let them know we know and that we can keep them safe if we come for them."

Excited from his idea, Alex sat up straighter as her eyes grew wide. "Walkie talkies! It's how they talk to each other. They probably all have theirs so..."

"We need to use Will's," Jonathan finished for Alex, both of them secretly high fiving while Hopper slammed on the gas to get to the Byers house. The quicker they could get to the boys, the better. Hawkins Lab was destined to find them sooner rather than later.

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AT THE BYERS HOUSE ALL HAD PASSED THE CHAOS THAT JOYCE HAD LEFT THE BYERS HOUSE AS IF IT WERE NORMAL-- BESIDES NANCY WHO HAD GASPED AT THE SIGHT OF IT ALL. Tearing into Will's room, they all had dug around, trying to find the very thing they needed to communicate with the rest of the boys.

From under the bed, Joyce had felt her hand wrap around it with a smile. "I got it!" She let out a sigh of relief as she sat upon the bed, holding out the walkie talkie out towards the three teenagers to take over. The first to react had been Nancy as she grabbed it out of her hand and took a seat next to Joyce. "Mike, are you there? Mike? It's me, Nancy. We need you to answer."

There was a pause as all of them huddled around the bed held their breaths as they awaited a response. When nothing had came, Alex rolled her eyes. "Oh my god, they're so annoying, pass it here," she held her hand out and instantly Nancy dropped it in her hand.  "Listen, shit heads. We know you're at the junkyard, they know the bad people are looking for you, and they know about Eleven. Answer the damn thing! We want to help! By not answering me, you're putting the party in serious jeopardy!"