𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊, Lydia Martin

05 | the archer

"easy they come, easy they go
i jump off the train, i ride off alone"
-Taylor Swift

ANY MOMENT NOW, DEREK'S PACING WOULD end up cracking the floor tiles under him from the intensity in which he was doing it with. "She's not dead." He repeated for the nth time.

"Derek, he said, 'There's a dead body. It's Erica'." Stiles quoted from his place leaning on the table Isaac was sitting on. Tobias and Scott watched on from their positions to their left. "Doesn't exactly leave us much room for interpretation."

"Then who was in the vault with Boyd?" Derek stressed.

"Someone else, obviously."

"And maybe it was the girl on the motorcycle." Scott chimed in. "Okay, the one who saved you?" He turned to ask Isaac.

"No, she wasn't like us." Isaac denied, turning to stare at the floor. "And whoever was in the vault with Boyd was." 

"Isaac might've even imagined it," Tobias' words gained him a slightly betrayed glance from said teen. "It's nothing against you, dude, it's just—.. It isn't uncommon for people to recall seeing things that weren't there in stressful situations. Especially if it's something they'd expect or want to be there. Erica was both of those things to you."

"What if that's, like, how Erica died?"

"Hallucinations?" Derek seemed on board with Tobias' theory, anything that would mean Erica was still alive.

"No, what Isaac said," Stiles corrected, surprisingly patient. "They, like, pit them against each other during the full moons and see which one survives." He looked around. "It's like werewolf thunderdome."

"Then we get them out tonight." Derek made up his mind.

"Be smart about this, Derek." Deaton turned around, chiming in from his place sat near the doorway. "You can't just go storming in."

"If Isaac got in, then so can we."

"But he didn't get through a vault door, did he?"

"We need a plan." Scott looked between the two adults.

"How are we gonna come up with a plan to break into a bank vault in less than twenty-four hours?" Derek asked sarcastically.

"Stiles has keys to every single thing in this town." Stiles sent Tobias a sideways 'shut up' look at his comment in front of a responsible adult.

"Uh," The flannel wearing teen turned to his phone, a search engine doing its best to keep up with his energetic thoughts. "I think someone already did. 'Beacon Hills First National closes its doors three months after vault robbery'." He threw his hand up, letting it fall down and smack his thigh afterwards. "Doesn't say here how it was robbed, but it probably won't take long to find out." Stiles looked around.

"How long?" Derek deadpanned.

"It's the internet, Derek." Stiles said in lieu of an actual answer, huffing a laugh.

Derek's staring persisted, raising his eyebrows for a proper response.

"Okay, minutes."

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STAYING UP ALL NIGHT FOR RESEARCH was miles away from being in Tobias' plans for a Thursday night. He didn't even try to make up an excuse when Stiles had turned to him to ask, simply entering his car with a yawn and a dismissive wave towards the others.