Web of Deception: The Webbed Avenger

Chapter Eleven: The Field Trip

Monday Morning.

McCall Residence

"We're still going through with the plan, right?" Scott asked Stiles as they were on Skype with each other. Today was the day for the field trip, and Scott was still trying to make sense of Stiles' gung-ho plan to infiltrate Oscorp's lab and after days of conversing, the "best" worst plan they had at their disposal was for Scott to get sick therefore distracting the group and the Oscorp employees so Stiles could sneak off and slither his way through the labs to wherever the X-95 might be located at, if it was even there. It was a long stretch to think that Oscorp would keep something as valuable as the X-95 at the Hempstead facility but based on what Stiles said and the journal entry, Norman might have no idea just how valuable the X-95 really was, or in Scott's personal opinion, Norman might know and just didn't have the tools to make the spider's venom work.

The spider venom was supposed to be the key to creating a Cross Species, but human testing would require multiple stages, and based on how the X-1 through X-94 went, human testing might have been off the table for the safety of the employees and test subjects. Scott knew that it would be miraculous if Stiles could somehow get back into the storage areas, but it would be like winning the lottery five times in a row for him to find the spider, if it was even there.

"It's the only plan we've got Scott, and there won't be another chance to do it. How often is it that we get to step into one of Oscorp's buildings?"

"Never."

"That's right, so the fact we have this chance, we can't waste it."

"Alright, so how are we going to make me get sick?" Scott inquired, noticing that unless they could genuinely prove that Scott was sick, there would be no way that this distraction would ever work.

"I got it figured out, oatmeal and milk. Put it in a tinted water bottle so nobody really knows, and when you take a drink, let me get ready and then throw it up. I mean, it's not like we can actually make you sick without causing some sort of unnecessary complication."

"Complication? Stiles, I hate to break it to you, but I'm pretty sure our lives are built on complications."

"Well, not for this. I'll see you in a few, I need to get some stuff together that way the ride to Hempstead will be comfortable and productive."

"Why does this sound like I'm going to be disturbed by what you find productive? I'll see you at school." Stiles shrugged and ended the call, to where Scott looked at the last image of Stiles that was shown, and just barely, if it wasn't his imagination, it looked like there was somebody in Stiles' room, right behind him.

Stilinski Residence

Stiles went to get off the computer when he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up on end, making him turn around fast, only to find the room was empty. The window, however, was notably open with the curtains being blown by the wind. It must have been his imagination, thinking someone might have been there in the room with him, but one could never be too careful anymore. Getting up out of the chair, Stiles grabbed his book bag, put his mother's journals in his bag, along with the Identity Thief case notes that his Dad "unknowingly" left behind in there as well.

Seeing as he didn't want to mess up any of the journals here, Stiles had taken the liberty of going to the nearest store and getting a couple of journals himself, as he felt the journals were going to come in handy real soon. Once those were put away in his bag as well, Stiles put his glasses on and stepped into the hallway, stepping right by the closet that was slightly ajar.

Stiles wouldn't have noticed it if not for the strange noise that came from within it, and as he looked inside, he couldn't find anything out of the ordinary, just a regular closet. He closed it gingerly, before walking downstairs and to the cruiser where his father was waiting.