Amelia 'Mia' Argent has been raised to fear the supernatural. Coming from a long lineage of werewolf hunters, she is being trained to hunt and one day become the leader of her team. But when her family moves to Beacon Hills in search for an Alpha, t...
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"Ketamine?"
Deaton put a syringe gun and a bottle of clear liquid on the table, pushing them towards Mia, "It's what we use on the dogs, just a higher dosage. This will slow him down enough to buy you some time. I trust you can do it correctly, Mia?"
She swallowed, smiling nervously, "Right. Yes. I can try."
Deaton pulled another bottle out, this time one of the mystery ash ones with a symbol on it. He pushed it to Stiles, "This is some of what you'll use to create the barrier. This part is for you, Stiles. Only you."
"Uh, that sounds like a lot of pressure," Stiles hummed, taking the bottle awkwardly, "Can we maybe find a slightly less pressure-filled task for me?"
"At least you don't have to stick a needle into Jackson's neck," Mia grimaced at him, arms crossed.
"I'd gladly change with you if I wasn't the only human in the plan, apparently."
They went over the plan again, with Stiles surrounding the building in mountain ssh, Mia slowing him down with the drug and them confronting the Kanima's master.
Afterwards, Mia left them alone and found herself in a very similar situation, just from a different side. She was reluctantly standing in the basement of her house, surrounded by armed hunters, listening to her father list off another plan.
She tried to focus and figure out how she could follow Deaton's plan while also keeping up the façade that she was following her father's orders. As much as she wanted to help Scott, this double agent thing was really exhausting.
Maybe if she had enough money to support herself and move out, or if she felt comfortable leaving and not having intel of what the hunters were doing, she would have left a long time ago. But with Gerard and her relationship with her father slowly falling apart, she couldn't trust any of them to stick to the code. Gerard was already ignoring it, anyway.
She had to stay with the hunters and make sure they didn't cause any harm to her friends. Allison, who was sitting on the stairs, listening quietly, was also trying to do the same. She just didn't have as much responsibility, yet.
"The party is in a warehouse just inside the industrial sector," Chris said, "Allison has learned that Jackson Whittemore will be there, seeking his next target out of the crowd. When Allison has Jackson's location and has determined him to be at the optimal point where we can take him down, she'll signal me."
Allison nodded in reply. As Chris and the men were putting on their gear, he motioned to the table for Mia. For once, she wasn't wearing her casual clothes for a mission, opting for an all black, tight-fitting outfit. She put a protective vest over her turtleneck, and wrapped her wrists in a special thick tape to prevent any claw or teeth damage. Finally, Mia grabbed a handgun and two daggers, sliding them into the holster at her waist, and picked up a bigger rifle to carry with her.
