The Russia gang left two days later. Joyce already had a passport, and getting Jonathan one wasn't any trouble. She had to dig for hours before finding Eleven's papers. They were in Hopper's old cabin, which hadn't been touched in almost a year.
Their flight was the day after they got Eleven's passport. They made their way through the airport. They were about to board when they discovered they were being followed. "Wait up," Max called.
"I told you to stay in Hopkins," Joyce reprimanded.
"You guys will be stronger if you have more people," Max argued. "You don't know what's waiting at that prison. You said they've opened the Upside-Down before. They might have something worse than the Mind Flayer. Besides, I can handle my own in a fight. I've beaten Billy."
"How did you even get here?" Jonathan asked. "And afford a plane ticket?"
"I stole Billy's wallet," Max said blatantly.
"I trust her," Eleven said. She couldn't believe she ever saw Max as a romantic rival. Even before he was flayed, she was repulsed by Mike. She heard that something happened before she rejoined the party.
"I also grabbed his baseball bat," Max added.
"Fine, but you're leaving at the first sign of too much danger," Joyce said.
"Woo," Max cheered. It was then announced that they can start boarding. They boarded the plane, ready to save Hopper.
Jim snuck out of his cell that night. He ducked behind or under things when a guard was close. Tonight, he was going to try and find the spy. Maybe he can even find out what they're using the spy for.
He snuck onto an elevator. He clicked to the bottom floor, knowing that was where the lab was. Sneaking around wasn't easy for someone his size, but he had a bunch of experience. He smiled as he thought of Joyce. He couldn't wait to get back to her and his daughter.
He climbed off the elevator. He snuck around the lower levels. He heard a scream. Whoever was screaming sounded like they were calling for someone. The screaming then came to an abrupt stop.
Jim started to run in the direction of the scream. He figured someone has heard him by now, but he didn't care. That voice sounded like it belonged to a young person. He ran to the window. He looked through the window.
He was tackled to the ground by some guards. Jim began to struggle. "This is messed up," Jim shouted. "He's just a kid. He's just a kid!"