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"i repeat, suspect is on foot, heading northwest, we're in pursuit."
kate argent, whom was driving in her car was following derek's car, who she thought was driving, but grew sudden confusion as she heard the information that her brother had told her. "on foot?"
"heading to the iron works." chris says over the phone.
"are you sure?" kate confusingly asks.
"yes, i am sure!" chris says impatiently.
kate kept her eyes on derek's car, her not seeing who was driving the car. "well, then---who is driving his car?"
"might wanna slow down a little aviva, please." scott pleads with his sister, who was going at high speed.
"no, no, that's perfect." stiles disagrees with scott.
"i'm gonna be sick." scott complains.
"you're a werewolf, suck it up, baby brother." aviva says.
scott groans out at her, rocking his head back on the seat.
aviva swing to where derek was, her looking over at him with an inpatient glance.
"get it!" scott hissed.
derek quickly pushed himself in the car, going into the passenger seat, aviva swiftly driving off.
"why are you driving my car?" derek breathlessly looks at her.
"because, i can." aviva sassed.
"what part of laying low don't you understand?" scott glares at the man.
derek ignores scott's attitude. "all right, look, the last time i talked to my sister was when she had this involvement with this man–––harris, or something."
"are you kidding? that guy?" aviva scrunched up her face in disgust.
derek sighs out. "i know..."
"wait, what's that?" scott then asks, seeing a paper in his hands.
scott then took it away from the hale man, scott's eyes then widened as if he knew what it is.
"what, do you recognize it?" derek curiously asks.
"yeah, i saw it, on allison's necklace." scott sighs out.
"all right, well, how are you going to get it?" aviva curiously asks.
"i don't know..." scott nervously says.
"yeah, well, we don't have much time." derek impatiently says.
scott scowls at the man, him then looking at his sister as if judging her company.
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jackson whittemore was walking through the school halls with his head held high, him smugly smirking, but then his smirk was turned into a frown as he felt someone grasping onto his grey leather jacket, pulling him towards 'em.
"jackson, this text? isn't funny." lydia angrily glares at him, roughly letting go of him.
jackson rolls his eyes, glaring down at the girl. "i wasn't trying to be funny, if i was, then i would've put a HAHA in the end."
give me back my key at your earliest convenience...
jackson feigned concern. "you didn't lose it, did you?"
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