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'Could I be the one you talk about in all your stories'
- Can I be him, James Arthur
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I don't know how I've ended up here but Stiles called me twenty minutes ago telling me to get to the sheriffs station. I'm currently thinking over all of my life choices as I walk through doors.
An officer sits at the front desk and I smile as I approach, "hi. I'm looking for Stiles Stilinski."
"Smartass!" Stiles calls from across the room.
"I guess you've found him" the deputy smiles back at me as she lets me through.
As I get closer to Stiles I drop my polite smile, "what's going on?"
"We needed to talk to you without the others around" Stiles explains to me as he begins to walks through the station.
"And the best choice of locations was the sheriff station" I whisper yell as I follow Stiles until we reach an office with Sheriff across the door.
Stiles pushes open the door and Scott is stood there with Stiles' father around a desk. I smile as I walk into the room, "holy hell."
I turn to the Sheriff as he stares back at me in shock. "Hey Mr Stilinski."
"You look exactly like him" Stilinski tells me. I try to fight back the tears that are slowly forming in my eyes. "Scott told me about them, I'm so sorry kid."
"It's fine" I lie, while I continue to suppress my real emotions. "I'm getting over it. My Giagiá is helping me a lot too. So why am I here?"
"Lydia found something the night of the full moon" Scott explains to me as he grabs a sheet of paper and shows it to me.
It has a list of names down it all with numbers beside them. I find my name on the list with a 25 beside it. I look a few people down and Lydia and Scott are there, Lydia has a 20 and Scott has a 25 like me. I look up at the alpha with a confused expression, "what is this?"
"A dead-pool" Stiles answers.
"What like the superhero?" I question with a playful smirk growing on my face.
"No like a hit list" Scott corrects, rolling his eyes subtly.
"And the number?" I shrug, "what does 25 mean?"
"It's what you're worth" Stiles tells me. "25-"
"25 dollars!" I interrupt, dramatically. "I thought I'd be worth at least a hundred bucks!"
"25 million dollars, Smartass."
"Holy shit."
"Look, how many Werewolves, Banshees, Kitsunes, and whatever the hell else is out there are we talking about?" Stilinski questions as he looks between the boys. "And what if the next cipher key uncovers not twelve names, but one hundred?"
"We don't think there will be that many" Stiles shrugs. "There's a limit."
"Because of the numbers" Scott adds as he points to the numbers on the same sheet as I'm holding that is in front of Stilinski. "We think that, once we decode the names, the numbers will add up to one-hundred-seventeen."
"One-hundred-and-seventeen what?" I question.
"Million."
"One-hundred-and-seventeen million dollars" Stiles explains, "stolen from the Hale vault and is being used by someone to finance all these murders."
YOU ARE READING
Wicked style, Liam Dunbar
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