Hypervigilance {Stiles Stilinski Book Three}

Chapter 4

"Okay, so how long has it been?" Stiles questions. "Weeks. He hasn't gotten back to any of my texts." Scott answers. "Has Derek ever returned your texts?" Stiles asks. "Once. Definitely once." Scott replies.

"He just doesn't seem like the texting type." I state. "So, I went to the loft. The alarm was on, everything looked okay. But then I found these." Scott says pulling out a bullet with a skull carved on it.

"So I sent a picture to Deaton. He said that it's the mark of a family of hunters based out of Mexico. the Calaveras." Scott explains. "What would they want with Derek?" Stiles asks. "You don't think they killed him, do you?" Lydia questions.

"I don't know. That's why you're here." Scott replies. Lydia grabs the container and pulls out the bullets. She drops them on the table and I think she hears something. "Lydia is he dead?" I question. "No. But I'm not sure he's alive either." Lydia states.

"What does that mean?" Stiles asks. "I don't know. There's something not right. I just, I don't know." Lydia says. "So if the Calaveras have him, how do we find them?" Stiles questions. "Mexico." Scott states.

"There is no way in hell Stiles' dad is gonna let him go to Mexico, especially after what happened in Mystic Falls." I say. "Which part? The almost being blown up by dead hunters or the leaving without telling him?" Stiles asks.

"Either." I respond. "We tell everyone we're going camping, problem solved." Stiles states. "Would they really believe the whole impromptu camping trip thing?" Scott questions. "We might as well try." Stiles replies.

That leads us to today. After some 'brilliant' plan, Malia, Scott, Kira, and I are in the Calaveras' club trying to blend in. Lydia and Stiles decided to be the somewhat human negotiators, they are less likely to rub the Calaveras the wrong way.

We got there earlier than them to scope out the place. Kira and Scott are somewhere off to the side, while Malia and I are dancing. On different side of the club of course. Everyone has their own part to watch for suspicious activity.

I see Stiles and Lydia enter the club and I shoot him a quick wink, which he adorably reciprocates. I listen in the best I can to the conversation they have with a man at the bar. "Most American teenagers don't cross the boarder to refuse a drink." The man states.

"We didn't come to drink." Lydia says dropping the bullet in the shot glass. I have to admit that was just the right amount of cockiness to be taken seriously. They are directed to a back room and I can't help but get a little worried.

After ten minutes of them being back there, other members of the Calaveras start scoping out the club. I go to find Scott. "Something is up." I state. "I know. What do you say we send them a message." Scott says. "I like the way you think McCall." I reply.

We knock one of the guards out and Scott grabs one of the radios. "Stiles. Take ten off the table." Scott instructs. "Did we make the right choice sending Stiles in there? I just can't imagine him being serious enough." I state.

"That's because he can never be serious with you. Even though you've been together for awhile and are practically married, you still make him nervous." Scott answers. "Good kind of nervous right?" I question. "Of course." Scott replies.

I see Malia toss a guy to the ground and Kira take out nun-chucks. "I'm gonna take that as our queue to step in." I state. I take a guard out and Scott throws one into a wall. We then go into the hallway the took Stiles and Lydia through.

There is a fog the starts coming from in front of us. Once some more starts coming out of the ceiling and burning my skin, we realize what it is. "It's wolfsbane! Kira get out of here!" Scott yells. My vision starts getting blurry and I pass out.