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THIRD PERSON POV
"This doesn't seem so bad" Said Stiles as he walked with Lydia, the strawberry blonde looking annoyed as she takes in her surroundings.
"It's not the town, it's the plan" says Lydia.
"What's wrong with the plan?"
"This could be the stupidest plan we've ever come up with, you're aware of that right?" she asks him. "I'm aware it's not our best" he says scratching his head. "We're going to die" she says back to him. "Are you saying that as a banshee or are you just being pessimistic?" he asks her. "I'm saying this as a person who doesn't want to die" she says as they continue walking throughout the town. "Okay. Would you mind restricting any talk of death to an actual banshee prediction" He tells her not wanting to die on this night.
"This plan is stupid and we're going to die."
"Oh thank you." he says smiling sarcastically.
It had turned to night when the two teens had finally made it to a door that had two of Araya's men standing in front of it. The teens gave them a look before Lydia starts speaking in Spanish. "Estamos aquí para la fiesta." She says as Stiles looks at her slightly impressed with her knowledge of Spanish. The two men looking at each other before nodding their heads 'No'. At this Stiles took out a black card with a skull on it and showed it to the camera that had been placed above the door.
The door buzzed and the two teens are welcomed into a hallway with another door at the end of it. Music bouncing off the walls and people on the other end of the door dancing as if there was no tomorrow. Lydia and Stiles made their way to the bar as people danced all around them. Two shots made its way in front of them as a man approached them from behind.
"No, on the house, American teenagers don't cross the border to refuse a drink." he says to them, a Spanish accent laced into his voice. "We didn't come to drink." Lydia says as she drops the bullet that had a skull etched onto it, into the shot glass.
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"Severo hates this music. Me? I've always loved the music of youth, this kind especially. It has a savage energy." Araya says to the two teens as she smiled wickedly. "We're here for Derek Hale" Lydia says crossing her leg over the other. "Is that so?"Araya responds. "We know you have him." Lydia tells the older woman.
"We've heard...he can be bought." Lydia says as Stiles begins to place stacks of cash that was stashed under his jacket onto the table. "It's fifty thousand for Derek" says Stiles as he leans back into the chair "Now where does a teenage boy get money like this?" Araya asks. "Japanese Mafia?" she asks with the men surrounding them suddenly cocking their guns.
"Not smart to come alone." She says as she smiles wickedly. "What makes you think we came alone?" Stiles says to her as he leans forward giving her the same wicked smile she had given them before. What she didn't know was that Jules, Malia, Kira, and Scott had already made their way into her club.
