RENEGADE | "You wouldn't be the first renegade to need somebody." - Big Red Machine
In which Ainsley Dunbar transfers to a new school and learns secrets about her new friends, her town, and herself.
Teen Wolf
Seasons One to Six
Stiles Stilinski x O...
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"Hunted, I can feel it coming." ---
"After entering the IP address, you will be connected through a Darknet portal to an untraceable bank. Once logged in, enter your account number to receive wire transfers. The IP address will deactivate with each transfer. You will be assigned a new IP address if you choose to continue down the list. Remember—visual confirmation is always required for payment."
I shudder involuntarily at the words of the cassette tape. After counting the money—five hundred thousand dollars—Scott pulled out his old boombox that played tapes and popped the cassette inside. It was instructions on how to obtain the money for killing a supernatural.
What is this, some kind of reverse "Thirteen Reasons Why"?
Stiles stops the tape, looking between the two of us. "You ever made a wire transfer?" he asks either of us.
"Never had enough money," Scott and I say at the same time. We look at each other and crack smiles despite the situation.
"So, you didn't understand a word of that, either?" Stiles continues.
"I don't understand any of this," Scott corrects. "Why would someone use all this money just to kill us?"
"Someone wants you dead, dude—badly," Stiles mutters.
"And me," I add, blowing air through my teeth.
Where were these people last year when I thought my death would be karmic?
Beside me, Scott starts to shuffle the money back into the duffel bag. "Whoa, whoa," Stiles sounds, "what are you doing?"
"It's late," Scott answers. He nods to me. "We've got the PSATs in the morning."
"No, I meant the money," Stiles corrects, gesturing to the bag."Five hundred thousand dollars, Scott. You know how much money that is?"
"It's five hundred thousand—"
"It's half a million dollars, Scott," Stiles interjects. "What are you gonna do, just slide it under your mattress?"
"I have to talk to Derek," Scott says. "The money's his . . . "
I raise my eyebrows, grimacing. "And Peter's," I sigh. "Why does it always wind back to him?"
Scott knits his brow. "What does that mean?"
"It means, maybe we should proceed with caution," I say carefully, and looking at Stiles, I know he agrees.
"You don't think we should tell Derek?" Scott asks, looking between us.
Stiles and I glance at each other again before he answers, "No. No." He sighs, standing up. "No, of course we have to tell him. I'm just . . . I'm just saying, some of that money's Peter's, right?"
