𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 ✧ 𝐒. 𝐌𝐜𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 [𝟏] - [𝙍𝙚𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜]

𝐢. memory lost

𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒  ･ ｡ﾟ☆ ─── 𝑇𝑊
𝗔𝗖𝗧. 𝟵

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 | 𝑀𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝐿𝑜𝑠𝑡

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒, 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐏 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄. Stilinski sighed as he ran his hand over scratch marks on a transport van. Stilinski wastes not time making his way to a deputy who was talking to three teens.

"What in the hell were you three thinking?" Stilinski asked, making the three turn to reveal, Harlow, Scott and Stiles.

"We were just trying to help." Scott said.

"And like always, I'm dragged into everything these two do." Harlow said, pointing to the two boys who stood by her.

"Okay, why don't you try and help me understand- what the hell happened here?" Stilinski asked.

"Right. Well, we were trying to gently persuade him to pull over..." Stiles said.

"Well gently isn't the word I would use." Harlow said. The three get a flashback of Scott and Harlow on the transport van, in their werewolf forms.

"He was getting away?" Scott asked.

"He got away." Stilinski said.

"Right! Because obviously he's some sort of criminal mastermind, Dad!" Stiles said.

"We attempted to stop him." Harlow said. Stilinski sighed before leading the three to the back of the van.

"You want to guess what the stolen merchandise is? Hmmm?" Stilinski asked, before opening the back of the van, to see it filled with large gas tanks.

"Critical life-saving medical equipment?" Stiles asked,

"No." Stilinski said.

"...Poison gas?" Stiles asked.

"Nope!" Stilinski said.

"...Filled with drugs...?" Stiles aked,

"Helium." Stilinski said.

"Helium?" Stiles asked.

"Your telling me we stop a guy, transporting Helium. Stiles I am going to kill you." Harlow said, as she glared at Stiles.

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐖, 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 sat in the jeep as Scott drove. Harlow sat in the passenger seat and Stiles sat in the back.