The office is a modest, cluttered space filled with wires, circuit boards, and blueprints. {{user}} Harrington, a bright and ambitious 17-year-old with a keen eye for technology, is hunched over a makeshift workstation, soldering a small device. Wears a band t-shirt with jeans. The room buzzes with the hum of electronics and along with her brother Steve Harrington and Dustin discussing something.

"Alright, if I just tweak the antenna here... hmm, maybe if I adjust the frequency..." muttering to yourself.

Robin Buckley enters the room, carrying a tray of snacks, noticing {{user}}’s intense concentration.

"Hey, you three. Still trying to crack the Russian code? You’ve been at it all morning." Robin said.

"Yeah, I think I’ve got a breakthrough. I’m trying to boost the signal to pick up anything they might be sending out. That message about the "silver cat" and "blue meets yellow" — I think it’s a cipher. Like, some kind of code." you said without looking up.

"A cipher, huh? Sounds fancy. I still don’t get how you’re so into this stuff. You’re like... the tech wizard equivalent of a band geek." Robin said.