Mike's pov

I get off of the phone with Max before turning to Will and Lucas. "Try Dustin again," I demand. "He's not answering," Lucas protests. "So, try him again," I order. "Dustin, do you copy? I repeat, this is a code red," Lucas sighs. "And what about y/n?" I ask. "She's not answering either," Lucas replies. "When was the last time you heard from her?" I question. "The mall," Will and Lucas shrug. I bite down on my lip, trying to figure out why y/n isn't answering like usual.

Y/n's pov (outfit at top)

Dustin and I were back on the roof of the mall, trying to figure out our next move. "Dustin, the keycard!" I exclaim, pointing to the man inserting his card.

"That keycard opens the door, but unfortunately, the Russian with this keycard also has a massive gun. Whatever's in this room, whatever's in those boxes, they really don't want anybody finding it," Dustin explains. "But there's gotta be a way in," Robin shakes her head. "Well, you know... I could just take him out," Steve begins. "Take who out?" I ask. "The Russian guard," Steve replies casually. We all look at him in disbelief. "What? I sneak up behind him, I knock him out, and I take his keycard. It's easy," Steve shrugs. "Did you not hear the part about the massive gun?" Dustin asks. "Yes, Dustin, I did. And that's why I would be sneaking," Steve replies. "Ah. Well, please, tell me this, and be honest, have you ever actually... won a fight?" Dustin asks. "Okay, that was one time--" Steve begins, referring to the fight with Billy. "Twice. Jonathan. Year prior?" I cut him off. "Listen, that doesn't count," Steve defends. "Why wouldn't it? Because it looks like he beat the shit out of you. You got a fat lip, a crooked nose, a swollen eye, a lot of blood..." Dustin rants. All of a sudden, Robin springs up and runs out of the breakroom. "Robin. Hey, Robin! Hey, what-- what are you doing?" Steve asks. "I need cash," Robin pants. "Well, half of that's mine. Where're you going?" Steve questions. "To find us a way into that room, a safe way. And, in the meantime, sling ice cream, behave, and don't get beat up. I'll be back in a jiff," Robin shouts before running off. Dustin and I take turns licking ice cream off of the scooper.  "Oh, dude. Come on, guys, not my scooper," Steve groans. 

time skip

"It is fascinating what 20 bucks will get you at the County Recorder's Office. Starcourt mall. The complete blueprints," Robin pants. "Not bad," Dustin exclaims. "So, this is us, Scoops, and this is where we want to get," Robin begins. "I mean, I don't really see a way in," Steve protests. "There's not, if you're talking exclusively about doors," Robin explains. "Air ducts," Dustin smiles. "Exactly. Turns out, this secret room needs air just like any old room. And these air ducts lead all the way here," Robin continues. We all look up at the air duct. 

Steve unscrews the vent. "Flashlight," he requests. Dustin hands him one. "Thank you," he replies through a muffled mouth. "Yeah, I don't know, man. I don't know if you can fit in here. It's like... super tight," Steve begins. "I'll fit. Trust me. No collar bones, remember?" Dustin reassures. "Uh, excuse me?" Robin asks. "Oh, he's, uh... Yeah, he's got some disease. Chry, uh... It's Chrydo, um... Something. Yeah, I dunno. He's missing bones and stuff. He can bend like Gumbo," Steve explains. "You mean Gumby" Robin implies. "I'm pretty sure it's Gumbo," Steve nods. "Steve, just shut up and push me!" Dustin demands. "Okay. I'll push ya," Steve groans as he climbs up on the ladder. "Not my feet, dumbass. Push my ass," Dustin orders. "What?" Steve asks. "Touch my butt! I don't care! Come on! Harder! Push harder!" Dustin yelled. "I'm pushing!" Steve defends. "You're playing with my legs," Dustin groans. "I'm not playing, I have terrible footing," Steve corrects. "Come on!" Dustin shouts. "I'm gonna just shove you, ready? One, two..." Steve counts. "Shit. One more time," Dustin pants. A couple of seconds later, Steve stops. "Yeah, I can't fit," Dustin sighs as he crawls out. "I could try?" I suggest. Everyone glances at each other before nodding. I climb onto the ladder and shimmy my head into the duct. Then, I made it waist deep. "Okay, Dustin, can you, uh... push my butt?" I request awkwardly. "Whoah! No way. I'm not watching someone touch my sisters ass!" Steve groans. "Dustin, I give you consent to touch my butt," I scoff. It had been a minute of us trying to get me in but I hadn't moved at all. I climb down the ladder. "Yeah, I can't fit either," I sigh. 

time skip

We watched as Erica shined her flashlight into the duct. "Yeah, I don't know," Erica sighs as she climbs off the ladder. "You don't know if you can fit?" Dustin asks. "Oh, I can fit. I just don't know if I want to," she corrects. "Are you claustrophobic? Because I am--" I begin. "I don't have phobias," Erica scoffs, cutting me off. "Okay, well, what's the problem?" Steve asks. "The problem is, I still haven't heard what's in this for Erica," She exclaims

We all sat at the table and watched as Steve passed Erica her banana split. "More fudge, please," She requests. We all look down at the sundae. "Go on," she adds. As Steve got up, Robin continued to explain. "All right. You see this? This is the route you're gonna take. Then we just wait till the last delivery goes out tonight. Then you knock out the grate, jump down, open the door," Robin explains. "Then you find out exactly what's in those boxes?" Erica asks. "Exactly," Robin nods. "Mm-hmm. And you say this guard is armed," Erica continues. "Yes, but he won't be there," Dustin reassures. "And booby traps?" Erica quizzes. "Booby traps?" Robin repeats. "Lazers, spikes in the wall?" Erica replies. "What?" Robin chuckles. "You know what this half-baked plan of yours sounds like to me? Child endangerment," Erica scoffs. "We'll be in radio contact with you the whole time--" Robin begins. "Ah, ah, ah! Child endangerment," Erica repeats. "Erica? Hi. Uh... We think these Russians want to do harm to our country. Great harm. Don't you love your country?" Dustin asks. "You can't spell "America" without 'Erica."" Erica replies before she slurps her float. "Uh, yeah, yeah. Oddly, that's, uh, totally true. So, so, don't do this for us. Do it for your country. Do it for your fellow man. Do this for America... Erica," Dustin rants. "Ooh! I just got the chills," Erica smiles as she puts down her drink. "Oh, yeah, from this float, not your speech. You know what I love most about this country? Capitalism. Do you know what capitalism is?" Erica asks. "Yeah," We all nod. "It means this is a free market system. Which means people get paid for their services depending on how valuable their contributions are. And it seems to me, my ability to fit into that little vent is very, very valuable to you all. So, you want my help? This USS Butterscotch better be the first of many. And I'm talking free ice cream for life," Erica demands.