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Now without further ado, here is Chapter Four!

Soon everyone was gathered in a room that's walls were covered in photos and papers, pieces of red string attaching them to each other. It was a step up from the single wall Kali had used at her last hide-out, and El couldn't help but look around at it in slightly frightened awe.

"Jesus..." Steve said softly, looking around at the room with close to the same expression as El.

"Holy shit," said Mike and Dustin in unison.

"What the hell is this place?" this came from Max, to which Lucas replied, "It's a war room."

"It looks like a serial killer's room," Steve said, earning glares from Kali's gang.

Will didn't say a word as he stared at the walls around him, reminded all too well of the map of the upside down that had filled the walls of his home only a few months earlier. Mike noticed Will's reaction to his surrounding and put a reassuring hand on his friend's shoulder, getting a small smile out of him.

"...There's more," El said to Kali, referring to the people pictured on the walls.

"Yes," the older sister said, "We've found more of them. Do you recognize any?"

Eleven slowly moved around the room, looking at the faces of the men and women who had hurt so many -- not only people like her and Kali, but also people like Barb who didn't have any sort of affiliation with the lab.

"Him..." she said after an overwhelming minute of looking at the photos, "He hurt me."

Kali walked over to her, taking the photo off of the wall and reading the name written on it in red ink. "Jonah Tennyson," she read aloud, looking back up at Eleven, "Do you think you can find him?"

El nodded, a quiet "Yes" escaping her lips.

"Wait, what?!" Steve said, walking over to the sisters, "You want her to find someone who hurt her? Are you insane?!"

"No," Kali responded calmly, "I am simply being strategic. If she uses her gifts to find this man, then we can get to him faster."

"Get to hi-- kill him?"

"No," Dottie said jokingly, "Maim, though, maybe." This earned her a few laughs from the group of outcasts, and frightened looks from the kids -- except, surprisingly, from El who was very calm.

"No way. No," Steve said, still looking at Kali, "You are not using El for some psychotic crusade! She came to you for help, and you're taking advantage of that."

"I am helping her," Kali said, a slight edge to her tone now, "and Jane can decide for herself whether she wants to find this man or not. I have never forced her to do anything. She has always been free to make her own decisions when she is with me. Can the same be said for when she's in your care?"

"Of course not!" Steve said incredulously, "She's thirteen; I'm not going to just let her do whatever the hell she wants-- not when it could get her hurt! This isn't the same thing as letting a kid eat a whole box of frozen waffles when her dad already said no; this is life and death, and a thirteen-year-old shouldn't be put in the position to make those kinds of decisions. That's not fair to ask of her."

He was starting to feel lightheaded from the adrenaline that had suddenly shot through him and from what he suspected to be the start of a fever. Just what he needed right now; perfect. He had placed a protective hand on El's shoulder while arguing with Kali, and was now steadying himself by leaning into the girl's shoulder slightly-- something that did not escape Kali's attention.

"Steve..." El said calmly, looking up at the teenager, "I can do it. It's the only way."

Steve sighed, "El, you're too young for this shit."

"It's the only way to get them back."

"No it's not. We can find another way; I'll go in there by myself if I have to. You don't have to do this."

"...I want to."

The teenager sighed again, wanting to stop the girl from doing something so dangerous; but he was feeling weaker by the second and was starting to get dizzy. He leaned a little more heavily on Eleven's shoulder and searched her large, dark eyes for any sign that she didn't want to go through with this, but all he was met with was a look of pure determination.

"Shit..." he muttered to himself before speaking to the girl, "...Fine. But there's gonna be ground rules: you don't put yourself in any immediate danger, and I'm not leaving your side. Anywhere you go, I go. Got it kid?"

El nodded and smiled a little, "Got it."

It didn't take long for Eleven to find the man she was looking for, a bandana tied around her eyes as she gripped the picture of Jonah Tennyson. Both groups gathered around to watch her; Steve with a clearly worried expression, and Mike with a proud, admiring smile. Despite everything that was going on, he was always amazed by the things El could do.

After a couple minutes she pulled the bandana off of her eyes and looked at her sister, nodding slightly and sluggishly bleeding from one of her nostrils. Kali smiled, she and her friends immediately getting to work finding the location of the man based on the information El was able to give them.

Another twenty minutes went by, and El sat with her head on Mike's shoulder, his arm around her to keep her steady. She was always a little drained after finding someone, and as she'd been doing it so much lately, this one left her slightly more tired than normal, so she went to Mike for support.

Finally Kali announced where they were going, and she and her friends -- as well as Eleven -- sprung into action.

Steve sighed and stood up from the chair he'd been sitting in. "Alright," he said, addressing the party-minus-El, "You're staying here. I don't think anybody knows about this place, so you should be safe for the few hours we'll be gone."

"What?!" Mike said.

"We're coming with you," said Dustin.

"You really think we'd be any safer here, anyway?" this came from Max.

"You can't leave us here, Man," Lucas said.

They were speaking over each other, making Steve's head hurt a little. Only Will was quiet; noticing the difference in the babysitter, who would normally be arguing with the kids instead of standing quietly.

"My job is to keep you shitheads safe," Steve said once the exclamations from the kids had died down a little, "and that's what I'm doing. I'm not bringing you on a crusade -- I don't even want to go, I'd rather stay here with you, but I'm not leaving El alone with those people; I don't trust them to take care of her. I do trust you guys to take care of each other though, so you're staying here, and taking care of each other until I get back. Understand?"

The kids reluctantly agreed, much to Steve's surprise, and he soon left with El and Kali's gang, his nail-riddled bat slung over his shoulder.