Forgotten Memories [A TW/TMR Fanfiction]

16. Saving Stiles

SCOTT POV

Once we all agreed on one plan, we dispersed into separate cars. I decided it was best to go get Stiles right away; who knows what they could do to him until we got there. So, Liam and I head into Stiles's jeep, and start driving.

When Stiles sent that message to us almost a year ago, it was attached to an IP address. Mr. Stilinski helped us track it down, and we narrowed it to a hidden underground facility in Northern California.

As we drive, I keep checking my phone for updates from Lydia and Chris. They're in the other cars, and we need to know how close they are to the HQ as well. Liam is sulking in the passenger seat, and I roll my eyes. Hayden went with Lydia, and the Beta was mad. I can't blame him; he loves her. I felt that way more than once.

When we are about five minutes out, I tell Liam to send a text to the other cars, telling them to stop at this rest stop I found off the highway. We get out of the jeep and stand in front of it, watching Lydia pull up beside us.

Hayden gets out of the car, immediately moving to Liam. Lydia gets out as well, coming to stand beside me. She offers a smile, but I can tell she's worried. Chris pulls up with the Sheriff, as we all stand in a circle.

"Okay," I say, looking around at the group standing befor me. "Everyone knows what they're doing?"

Lydia speaks first. "Yes, but there's something...weird going on."

All eyes turn to her. She takes a deep breath before continuing. "Not with the plan, but with me. I feel...I feel like something bad is going to happen."

My heart drops. Of course Lydia gets that kind of feeling. Every time we try to save someone, or protect them, there's always the question of who is going to get hurt, or worse, die.

The Sheriff's sharp intake of breath makes us all turn. We all know he's the one who is most on edge with all of this. After all, Stiles is his son. He has the right to be afraid.

Chris puts a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay, John. He'll be okay. We'll make sure of it." Stilinski nods, but the look of fear stays on his face.

I loose a breath. "Okay, well let's put all of that aside and focus on saving Stiles. We shouldn't waste anymore time; Let's get moving."

Everyone nods, and head to their separate cars. Liam and I hop back into Stiles's jeep, and I get the ignition going before driving back onto the highway.

***

We reach the WICKED Headquarters, and immediately head towards the large bay doors. There are two guards posted outside, and Liam, Hayden and I quickly take them out. If we're going to get Stiles back, we'll have to do it with force. They won't let us walk in and take him back; There will be a fight. So, we'll give them one.

I pat down one of the guards, and find a small key card in one of his pockets. I spot a small control panel on the side of the doorway, and slide the card across it. Automatically, the bay doors slowly inch open, letting us inside. Everyone follows as we enter the headquarters. As soon as we step in, I'm astonished.

Front the outside, WICKED's American HQ looks like a large warehouse. But, inside, it's completely open. Bright lights, couches and chairs placed evenly around the foyer, Sky lights installed in the roof. It looks like it could be the lobby of a hotel room. I look around in awe, but notice one unsettling detail: there are no people.

Lydia seems to think the same thing, for she asks, "Where is everyone?"

A loud beep sounds, and a voice comes over through an intercom.