Assassin

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Started: 11/03/2017 09:39
Finished: 11/03/2017 23:28
Completed: 12/03/2017 11:38

Stiles had decided on asking Deaton about where he could find some aconite masca. After spending the night with the pack, he realised just how worried they were about taking down Morgan.

"Hello Stiles." Deaton smiled as Stiles made his way into the back room.

"I was wondering where I'd be able to find some aconite masca."

"Aconite masca, as in the masking monkshood?" Deaton asked with slighty raised eyebrows.

"Yeah. I kinda need it."

"I have some here, but not much. How much do you need?"

"Only a small amount."

Deaton walked out of the room and walked back in a few minutes later with a small vial.

"Please don't tell the pack. Or anyone." Stiles asked as he examined the clear liquid.

"Of course." Deaton nodded his head once.

"Thanks." Stiles smiled at Deaton. "If you need anything, just give me a call."

Deaton nodded again as Stiles left.

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"I'm not staying for long." Stiles told John as he made his way up the stairs. "I need to do this to get to Morgan without anyone knowing it was me."

"Ok."

Stiles ran a bath, putting in three drops of the clear aconite masca once it was finished.

He stripped out of his clothes and slipped in, feeling a slight tingling.

When he climbed out, he pulled on black jeans and a black t-shirt, followed by a black hoodie and combat boots. He slipped a gun in his belt on his way out.

"If anyone asks about me, tell them I'm at work." Stiles told his dad as he passed him in the hall. "I should only be a few hours."

"Be careful." John pulled his son into a tight hug.

"Careful is my new middle name." Stiles mumbled into his dad's shoulder.

"Since when?" John asked, laughing as he pulled away.

"Since I graduated from the academy." Stiles beamed.

"Go on, you muppet. Go and make the academy proud."

Stiles nodded and walked out the front door before climbing into his Audi. He opened the glove box, which was filled with an assortment of knives and guns, and grabbed a silencer before attaching it to his gun.

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He'd pulled up a few blocks down from Morgan's house. There were only a few cars on the road and there was a red Ford Fiesta outside his house.

Stiles paused outside the house, looking around before slipping into the back garden.

The back door was unlocked and no one was in the kitchen.

Stiles silently crept to the door way of the living room, where the old TV was playing. He held his gun up by his head, ready to shoot.

Morgan was sat in the corner of the room, swapping between reading and watching the news.

Of course, he was reading a book on werewolf mythology.

Stiles stepped into the room, holding his gun in front of him.