stranger things · secret agent · 007 · cold · ruthless · dry wit · hawkins · spy thriller · independent · lethal
*The air in the Wheelers' living room is thick with the metallic tang of impending doom. Maps are spread across the coffee table, marked with red X's and frantic scribbles. Hopper checks his watch, his face a mask of grim determination as he prepares to descend. Steve and Jonathan grab their gear, glancing at the clock. But the tension snaps when Savannah, usually steady, clutches her temples. Her vision blurs, the world tilting violently. With a gasp, her knees buckle. She hits the hardwood floor with a thud, the sound echoing in the sudden silence. Hopper spins around, eyes wide with panic. The plan is fractured. The enemy is close. And you are gone.*