Rosalyn, Steve, and Dustin were hiding behind the fake plates in the food court. They were looking for anyone that could be a Russian spy. They were sharing one pair of binoculars and right now Steve had it. "You see anything?" Dustin looks up at Steve from his crouching position next to him.
"I guess I don't totally know what I'm looking for." Steve continued to look around with the binoculars.
"Evil Russians," Dustin scoffs. He didn't understand what was so hard for Steve to understand.
"Yeah, I don't know what an evil Russian looks like." He shrugs.
"Tall, blond, not smiling," Lyn thought of every Russian spy she saw in the movies.
"Also, look for an earpiece, camo, duffel bag, that sort of thing," Dustin adds on.
"Right okay, duffel bag. Oh, you've got to be kidding me." Steve groans.
"What?" Dustin turns sharply to Steve.
"Anna Jacobi's talking with that meathead Mark Lewinsky." He huffs.
"What she turns you down and goes for him." Lyn grabs the binoculars from him to see for herself.
"I think the flirting game has to stop because it makes a weird dynamic in your relationship." Dustin scrunches up his face in disgust, but he was ignored by the two older teens.
"Right, I mean whatever happened to standards? I mean, Lewinsky never even came off the bench." He whines.
"You two are the worst spy in history?" Dustin tried to reach over to take the binoculars from his sister, but she slaps his hand.
"Oh, look at that guy." Lyn licks her lips.
"Which guy?" Dustin looks around for blonde men.
"The redhead standing in Waldenbooks, he's the one with the blue and green shirt. He's cute. Oh my god, he just picks up a teach yourself to play guitar book. He's perfect. I'm going in." Lyn went to stand up when she got pull down by both her bother and boyfriend.
"If you're not going to focus, just give me the binoculars." Dustin yanks the binoculars from her.
"I don't know if you're aware, but I'm your boyfriend!" Steve yells the last part in her face, drawing a few people's attention.
"Shut up." Dustin hiss at him.
"He's not for me, you idiot. He's perfect for Robin." Lyn rolls her eyes at his jealous.
"You don't even know the guy and you would do something so horrible to him as setting him up with Robin." Steve shook his head in disappointment.
"Robin isn't horrible. She's brilliant, funny, and pretty. I love a woman that doesn't take no one's carp." Lyn lists the reason someone would want to go out with Robin.
"Robin is still in school. She's a weirdo and she's hyper. No one wants to be around all that hyperactivity. She did drama, and that a bad look. To top it all off she's in the band." He shook his head look more disgusted the more he talked about her. Dustin and Lyn looked more annoyed the more he talked.
"Now that you're out of high school, which means you're technically an adult, don't you think it's time you move on from primitive constructs such as popularity?" Dustin looks up from the binocular to give constructive criticism.
"Oh, primitive constructs? That some stupid shit you learned at Camp Know Nothing?" Steve mocks him.
"Camp Know Where, actually, and no, it is shit I learned from life." Dustin gave him the sassy right back. Steve gave a fake impressed nod. "Social standing shouldn't be a factor in someone choosing their partner. It should be about compatibility, like me and Suzie." Dustin gave him a smug smile.
"Oh, Suzie, you mean, hotter than Phoebe Cates, that Suzie. And, uh, let's think about how exactly did you score that beautiful girlfriend?" He made like he had to think about it before going on to finish his point. "Oh yeah, with my advice because that's how this works, Henderson, I give you the advice and you follow through. Not the other way around, pea brain."
"Well, I'm going to see if I can set up a date." Lyn looks back at the book store. "Where did he go? You better hope he's still in the bookstore." She threatens her boyfriend before hurry over to the store.
"I hope you're happy, Steve. I couldn't find him and now Robin has no love life." Lyn glares as she crouches back down by them.
"If you made yourself clear the first time, I wouldn't have pulled you back down." Steve scoffs that she would blame him.
"Target acquired." Dustin's eyes got wide from behind the binoculars.
"Where?" Steve leans closer to him.
"Ten o'clock. Sam Goody's."He points in the direction.
"Give me that." He grabs the binocular from Dustin. "Shit, duffel bag." He curses, not believe that Dustin was so on point with his description.
He passes Lyn the binocular. She gasps at the blonde man in dark sunglasses. The three share a look before saying, "Evil Russian." They ran through the crowded mall, dodging people and displays.
"Slow down." Steve hiss at his girlfriend who was able to make her way through the crowd easier, because people were actually getting out of her way. It was what he called her pretty girl privilege.
"We're losing him." She whispers back to them.
"You're getting too close." Dustin scolds her.
In Steve's rush to get closer to her so that they wouldn't be separated, he bumped shoulder with another man. "Watch it, dickwad," The man hisses at him. Steve didn't get to throw an insult back at him, because he saw the Russian turn around to see what the commotion was. He hides behind a plant while Dustin made like he was talking on the payphone.
Lyn was too close to hide, so she simply played dumb. She looks back too as if searching for the man who yelled. She turns back to see the man was staring right at her. Her eyes went wide in shock as her heart beat fast in her chest. He smiles at her and lowers his glasses to throw her a wink before continuing on his way.
She took a big sigh of relief as Dustin and Steve ran up next to her. Dustin tugs her along as they continue to follow the guy while scolding her. "You are seriously the worst spy ever. I should have left you at home when you refuse to change. If you were wearing the sweats I wanted you to wear, he wouldn't have noticed you. But, no you had to wear the skin-tight skirt."
"You don't understand fashion at all. I got my Suzanna Somers looks going on right now." She rolls her eyes at her brother. She was wearing a leopard print off the shoulder top tuck into a mid-thigh leather skirt with the red wedge booties she bought yesterday.
"I think you look hot, babe, but that's kind of proving Dustin's point." Steve shrugs as he stops behind a pillar. They peak around and watch as the guy walked into the Jazzercise place.
"All right, everyone, listen up! I just have one question for you. Who is ready to sweat?" The man in a clear American accent said as he walks in the front of the ladies in leotards and pulls a boom box from his duffel bag. "That's right! Okay! Let's start it nice and easy now. Let's move our thighs. Yeah! Yeah, ladies, warm it up. Bring it down to your hips. Start feeling that burn, everywhere, down in the loins, right? Come on, ladies, show me what you got." He pulls off his jacket to reveal a muscle tank. Lyn giggles when he starts thrusting his hips.
"Who's the worst spy now?" She leans down to laugh at her brother.
"I would say, Steve. All you need to see is a pretty woman and his brain melts." He shook his head as he walks away.
Lyn looks over to see Steve staring at the ladies' asses while they did their exercise. She pushes her lips together before slapping him in the back of the head. She storms off after her brother.
"HEY!" He rubs his head as he ran after them. They were walking back to the Scoops Ahoy to see if Robin had made any progress.
"Robin, you're not going to believe who Dustin thought was a Russian." Steve taunted when they went in.
"You did too." Dustin glares at his friend.
"I did not." Steve shook his head.
"You did too," Dustin spoke louder like that made what he said true. Robin cut them off by running out of the restaurant.
"How terrible is this job?" Lyn turns to her boyfriend.
"Not that bad." Steve follows her out of the place.
"If he doesn't care about this place being watched than neither do I," Dustin follows after him. Lyn shrugs and walks out also.
"Robin, what are you doing?" Steve asks when they found her standing on a bench in the middle of the mall.
"I crack it." She told them smugly.
"Crack what?" Steve asks, making Lyn slap him again.
"What else could she crack? She's talking about the code." She scoffs before turning to Robin. "You mean the code right?"
"Yes I mean the code." Robin laughs.