Stiles was fading in and out of consciousness, not really knowing what was happening. He woke up when more ice cold water was dumped on him, again.
"I'm awake!" he screamed.
"Good, but next time don't be so loud. Sheesh, I lost 25% hearing. But, I wanted to tell you that your friends took the bait and should be arriving soon," Heather said, dropping the bucket to rub her ear.
"What does that mean?" Stiles asked, still a little groggy.
"It means, Stylus-."
"It's Stiles."
"Whatever, it means that your friends will come here to die and we will leave, but not before making it look like you did it and dropping a hint to the sheriff's station. Maybe even to our good ole' buddy, Richard."
Stiles surged forward against his restraints.
"You sick bastards! You wouldn't! You don't know him!" Stiles seethed.
"Knock him out," Heather nodded to her lackeys.
"The warehouse that we are meeting at has this huge skylight over most of the roof. We will split into three teams. Team A will consist of myself, Lydia, Scott, Liam, Isaac, Columbine, and Jordan. Team B will consist of Kira, Malia, Corey, Ethan, Hayden, Brett, and Lori. The rest of you will be Team C.
"Team A will enter through the door and confront the Hunters. Team B will go and look for Stiles via the skylight. Team C will enter through the side door." Derek said, pointing at the blueprints on his table
"How did you get this?" Liam asked.
"The sheriff. Quit asking stupid questions and pay attention.
"The place could be booby trapped, so be careful.
"If you see any of the Hunters kill or severely injure them."
Derek looked out at the people.
"Okay, it's time. Move out."
Stiles was roughly awoken again be ice cold water.
"You guys are seriously gonna give me hypothermia."
"It's time, Staples. Your friends should be here any minute and we want you to hear their screams," Heather said.
"Soon you're gonna run out of names to call me, if you keep up with the 'it has to start with ST and end in S'. Besides, I'm gonna be hearing your screams, not theirs."
Heather left and Stiles hung his head.
"Psst. Stiles. Stiles, wake up," Kira whisper-yelled from the skylight.
"Kira?" Stiles inquired, looking up.
Stiles face lit up and then dropped with sudden realization.
"Get out of here. You're gonna be killed. You got to go," he said, panicking.
"No, we came to save you," Kira said, dropping down.
She untied the ropes and threw them up to Malia. Kira hoisted Stiles up and he caught the rope. Malia pulled him up.
"Stiles. Where are your shoes?" Malia asked.
Stiles looked down at his feet.
"Probably still at the lake."
Kira jumped up and Ethan pulled her up.
"Dang. You guys pulled out all the stops for this one. Where's everyone else?" Stiles asked.
