Almost a rescue
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Previously I Just a 'normal' night out
Everything in Steve was against handing Billy over to the soldiers, but they had no other choice, and unfortunately this “plan” was the only one that could work at the moment, because they had no chance to escape and no time to come up with something better. Steve’s paranoia hammered itself into his mind; for him the case was completely clear… they would keep Billy in the hospital, not let him out, use him and torture him. He didn’t allow himself any other vision of the future.
The door slammed open, the soldiers grabbed Billy by the arm, and he tried to de-escalate the situation by letting himself be led away voluntarily and without resistance… and simply called Steve a drunken idiot, and that… was of course okay at that moment. Steve stared at the soldiers, smiled, and simply belched loudly as he slumped against a wall laughing to authenticate Billy’s words. Then it got quiet… too quiet.
For a few minutes, he just sat there… staring at the bare walls, banging his fist against the cold, dirty floor. Then he finally pulled himself together, searched for the radio Billy had hidden, and tried to put the batteries back in with trembling fingers. One of them ended up in the toilet bowl, which made him growl.
“That’s what I meant… that’s what… fucking freak..”
He grumbled, fished the battery out of the toilet water, and inserted it. Impatient and completely wired, he pressed all the buttons at the same time.
“Henderson…? Do you copy…?”
It grated, it groaned, but he got no answer, which frustrated him even more.
“For fuck’s sake… why isn’t anyone available when there really is a fucking emergency… what the fuck!”
Then, all at once, he heard another voice… a deep, male voice.
“Steve…? What kind of emergency?”
Steve’s eyes widened and he swallowed slightly. Apparently, he had accidentally tuned into the wrong channel and ended up with Hopper. Damn…
“Uh… I was actually… trying to reach Dustin. Sorry, Jim…”
A low murmur came through; you could easily imagine the former policeman staring at the radio and rolling his eyes.
“What… is going on. Open your mouth, Harrington…”
Breathing a sigh of relief, Steve slumped back onto the floor… he could be incredibly dramatic when he was alone and panicking, but he tried to collect himself and finally explained to Hopper what had happened.
Silence.
“Billy Hargrove…? You kidnapped him from the hospital, let him move in with you, and now you’re wondering why they want to get him back? Do you ever think about what you’re doing?”
Steve took a deep breath and tried not to feel offended; there was no time for that now.
“Can we sort this out another time? We have to get him out of there… he told me to wait for two hours… but I don’t want to wait… we all know that waiting doesn’t help at all.”
Silence again.
“So you want to go to the damn military area… and get Billy out of there, right?”
He could hear Jane’s voice in the background, but what she was saying didn’t come through.
“Steve… this is idiotic… no, you’re not coming… Jane… they can’t see you… no… you...”
The connection broke for a moment; apparently Hopper had something to clarify, and Steve was getting more and more nervous. Finally, he got up and set off for home on foot.
“Meet me in front of my house in 20 minutes!”
He let Hopper and Dustin know and waited for them there, knowing they would stick together, no matter how… idiotic his damn plan was.
Jim set the radio aside and turned slowly to Jane, his gaze annoyed, his eyes tired.
“Harrington’s got some bullshit in his head… I’ll look into it. We know him… he’ll run headlong into things, and I need to avoid that. You stay here… do you understand me? No discussion… I won’t let them get their hands on you just because we jump into some rescue operation that has neither hand nor foot… do you understand me, Jane?”
He armed himself, grabbed a few things he found useful, and stepped out into the night, already suspecting that his foster daughter would not be deterred from helping.
Damn… teenagers were exhausting.
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