[BOOK ONE]
Josie Carlisle moves back to a small town in California called Beacon Hills. Old House. New School. Familiar Faces. And a few unbelievable events. She spends time with old childhood friends of her's, Stiles Stilinski and Scott McCall. She...
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Once again I was being held hostage in Noah's office for hours. I'm really starting to feel like I'm here more than home and I don't even work here. There's still hasn't been any progress on finding a way to get Scott and Kira back safely and the anxiety filled within the spacious room wasn't any better either. I could smell every inch from Stiles, Noah, and myself. It even made me feel a little sick. The sounds from Stiles' leg and mine from the anxious shaking just seems like the shepard tone Christopher Nolan uses in his intense scenes.
Stiles stood from his chair spastically, "Dad, Scott and Kira have been kidnapped and taken to Mexico. Okay? I think that's a pretty good reason for a trip to Mexico."
"Okay." Noah said. "Even if Deaton is right about this... Yeah. The best thing to do is to go through the proper channels-"
"Mr. Stilinski-" I interjected.
Noah exhaled before he continue to give his pitch, "That means calling the right law enforcement agencies, border patrol, putting out an all-points."
In conclusion, Scott and Kira are going to die because the law sucks.
"Dad, I can't just wait around for the wheels of bureaucracy to start spinning in five different government offices. Okay?" Stiles said, almost sternly, "Someone needs to go down there right now, find them and rescue them. We're going." His eyes then darted from his father's to mine before grabbing my hand while we made our way to the door.
Noah rushed over to the door and leaned his back on it, lifting a finger up to his son, "I can keep you two from going."
"We'd find a way." Stiles stated confidently.
"I can throw you in a cell." Noah stammered while trying to convey in a stern tone.
Stiles let out a playful scoff, "We'll still find a way."
"Stiles, please." Noah said, almost begging. "Just give me a little more time to verify something slightly more concrete than some paranoid hunch!"
Hearing him say "paranoid hunch" made me ball my hand into a fist. I obviously wasn't going to punch him or anything but I wanted to. His plan sucked. Every connection to Scott and Kira added up to them being in Mexico. It made perfect sense they were probably over there with Kate. This wasn't just some paranoid hunch.
Stiles clicked his tongue before letting out a tiny groan and glancing at me, "What about a psychic vision?"
