tmr x tw (book 1)

FBI

McCall pov

I lead my team towards the noise, pointing the gun forward expecting to see the criminals we've been hunting for months, where we finally tracked them down to a small island. What we saw next was a surprise. Kids. A bunch of teens laughing and running around, coming to a stop right in front of me.

"FBI were here to rescue you," I yell out loudly, scanning the area as the kids turn to eachother looking panicked as they whisper. "Rescue us from what." a familiar voice calls out. I hear sounds of agreement as I turn around to face the voice with a look of confusion on my face. "Stiles?"

Thomas pov

I race out to see what the commotion was, now the leader for all groups. "we're here to rescue you." I hear as I quickly reach the front. "Rescue us from what," I ask, confused. I nudge Minho to see if he has any idea what's happening. He shakes his head frowning in confusion. "Stiles"? The same man calls out. I look at him with the same confused expression as I quickly get out my gun. "I don't know who that is, but you need to go. Are you with wicked?" I ask, confused and tense. "No, we're not with wicked, we're here to take you home." he says, looking at me perplexed, trying to figure me out.

"This is home. I gesture behind me. I don't know what your talking about." I say genuinely confused. "Stiles, you don't remember me? im scotts dad. "he asks, staring at me, making me uncomfortable. "Look, im sorry, man, but my name is not Stiles it's Thomas, and I don't know who this Scott guy is, "I say as I walk forward. "Look, if u don't leave, im gonna have to make you. And that's not ideal, im still healing from getting shot, so just leave." I say annoyed. I rolled my eyes as the agent looked at me, horrified.

Minho pov

I look at our leader and see how he's struggling not to punch him. so I step in. "Look, shank, we don't know who you're talking about. We've all had our memories wiped by wicked, so if Thomas knew this Stiles kid before the maze, we're sorry, but he's gonna have no idea who that is." I say. I slightly worry as he looks more horrified. "Are you having a stroke.?" I ask sincerely. "No, no, im fine," he says but still looks slightly baffled.

McCall pov

i had so many questions. like when did stiles, or Thomas get shot and who shot him. what maze, and their memories wiped. i silently piece together my theory. "look kids i think that they planted fake memories in your head and made you forget about the real world." i say struggling with what should be impossible. "I believe your real name is stiles," i say, pointing at the boy who says his name is Thomas. "And how would you know that?" he asks sarcastically, in disbelief, answering back. "Because ur best friends with my son, and the last time i talked to you, was just before you went missing. 2 years ago." I say shocked at my own words but also at the crowd that's started to gather.