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𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄

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"Faster?"

"Much faster."

Sophia presses her foot harder on the peddle while also trying to stay straight on the road. She looks in the rearview mirror at the car following them. "I don't think you're grasping the concept of a car chase, here..." Stiles said as he kept looking back at the car that was gaining on them.

Sophia rolls her eyes, "If I go faster, I'll kill us!"

"Well, if you don't go faster, they're gonna kill us!" Stiles scoffed as she switched gear and pressed on the break harder.

Stiles watches the car slowly disappear, "They're gone." He quickly switches on the radio to see where Derek was, "All units, suspect is on foot heading into the Iron Works."

Sophia heads straight there. When they see Derek, he's being shot at by Argent. The car skids to a stop as Stiles pushes the door open and throws him self into the back, half his body landing in Scott's lap.

Sophia calls out to him, "Get in."

Derek basically jumps into the car, slamming the door shut as bullets hit the car. Sophia slams on the gas and drives them out there as a single bullet almost hits her. "Holy shit..." she muttered.

"I thought you didn't have a license.." Derek's brows drew together.

Sophia lets out a shaky breath as she slowly returns to a normal speed, "I don't..."

"Comforting..."

Scott leans between the two seats, "What part of "laying low" don't you understand?"

Derek scoffs, "I had him!"

Sophia looks between him and the road. "The alpha?"

"Yes! He was right in front of me, and the fucking police showed up."

Stiles pushes Scott back and leans forward, "Whoa! Hey, they're just doing their jobs--"

Derek looks back at Scott with a hard glare, "Yeah, thanks to someone who decided to make me the most wanted fugitive in the entire state!"

Scott crosses his arms childishly, "Can we seriously get past that? I made a dumbass mistake. I get it."

"All right," Stiles asked still leaning forward, "How did you find him?

Derek stays silent and Sophia looks at him, "Just tell them."

He rolls his eyes and still doesn't answer. "Can you just trust us, for a half a second?"

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