Wayward •𝚂𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕•

twelve

"So, you're saying you guys are monster hunters?"Charlie was trying her hardest to wrap her head around the situation. They'd drove about an hour out of Chicago, determined to get her out of her home before she became a victim. "So there are other monsters?"

Dean started to answer, but she shook her head, holding her hands up to stop him from speaking. "Stop, never mind," she said. "Just shh." She was pacing around the room—Blair knew she was trying to adjust, but it was a bit frustrating to Melody. "I get how you tracked the drive—straight GPS. But it's still at the office. How did you find me?"

All eyes landed on Blair, the mastermind behind it all. "Well, I checked the employee directory, sorted it by department, then most recently added. Then I saw you joined the company about two weeks ago. I figured if it were anybody else that'd been there longer, they'd have tried to hack it already. Found your supervisor, managed to find your file within his files, then found your address."

"Damn weak barriers," Charlie grumbled under her breath. "So, you're telling me that everything he had on his drive is true?"

Dean nodded. "That, and more."

"Wait, how long did it take for you to crack into Frank's drive," Sam asked.

Charlie shrugged. "A day or two."

Sam's face had 'idea' written across it. "So is there anything this can't hack into, like, say, Dick Roman's email?"

She shook her head in tiny motions. "Why would I..." she trailed off. "Oh. He's one of them."

"He's their leader," Melody spoke at last, more at ease now that the newcomer wasn't bouncing off the walls. "Plans to create a planet wide value meal—we're the meat."

Charlie's face fell, and Melody thought that her pacing was about to resume. "You can't be serious," she huffed, waiting for a response. When she didn't receive one, she nodded slowly. "Okay, let's do this. What am I looking for?"

"All we know is Dick has been digging all over the world, and we need to know why," Dean said, gauging her reaction.

Upon inspection, Charlie discovered that Dick's email was on his own private server—one located in his office. "So, you're saying that if we're inside Dick's office, we can get into his email," Dean inquired, rubbing the back of his neck.

Charlie scoffed. "You can't," she said. "Only someone like..." she paused, realizing the rooms eyes were on her. "Me." She sighed, realizing what was to come.

"Look, Charlie," Sam started, trying to find the words to say. Sure, he wanted this to be over, but he was in no place to make demands. "It's okay if you can't do it. I mean, you didn't volunteer for this."

Charlie nodded, hoping this was her out. "Totally. Exactly," she agreed. Until she realized there was no out. She was on Dick Roman's radar. "But now I volunteer. I have to go back in anyway to wipe Frank's drive. Might as well break into Dick's office, too."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"

"No," she admitted, her tone was a bit shaky. "But these things are gonna eat everyone I know. What kind of douche bag stands by for that?" Her words made Melody chuckle. "However, I've never broken into anything in real life before. So...plan?"

Blair and Charlie started by rerouting all surveillance cameras to give Charlie a clear path. Sam created a fake backing to the ID cards needed to get into the building. Melody and Dean worked on getting the Bluetooth set up. They only had one shot at this. If they blew it, Charlie was as good as dead, along with any chance they had at ending Dick Roman for good.