This is where one girl dives into the many roles of Dylan O'Brien and brings out fantasies for those who share the same love as she has for Dylan O'Brien.
Whether you love the adorable sarcastic Stiles Stilinski, the sly insatiable Void, the nerdy...
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Mitch and I had finally made it back to the hotel after the longest brawl to retrieve the Intel on King's hard drive. Now all I had to do was hack into it and find the information we needed to nail the bastard. Mitch slipped his key into the door and pushed it with his foot then pinned his back to the frame allowing me to pass him. I grabbed my laptop that I hid under the bed, placed it onto the table and waited for it to boot up. Taking a clean pair of clothes from my bag and slipped into the bathroom to quickly change. I slipped off my gun leaving it onto the counter of the sink then tossed off my jeans and replaced them with my shorts. Then I shuffled my black tank top that was on my chest making sure there was nothing needed patching which thankfully I was clean. Sighing I retied up my dark hair into a messy bun before retrieving my fallen clothes and gun from the counter then opening the bathroom door seeing Mitch standing there about to knock.
"Ummmm...are you done?" He asked his voice was a bit raspy, there was a small cut still dripping fresh blood on his eyebrow and his face was drained of color.
"Yeah...you good?" I wondered watching his brow prop up as I used my fingers to tap on my eyebrow then back to him. His fingers touched the cut wincing a small bit then saw some old blood on his skin.
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"I'm good...don't worry." He answered I nodded moving away from him and letting him into the bathroom as the door shut behind me. Placing my gun on the table next to my laptop and I took King's hard drive from my bag on the floor then hooked it up to my laptop. A few seconds later a total of twelve files popped up onto my screen, hovering my mouse over the first file and saw it was encrypted. The next file I tried was also encrypted, every file I tried was encrypted which caused me to bite onto the inner cheek. So I began to type onto my laptop trying to unlock all of the data that was converted on the drive knowing it was going to take some time to break. About ten minutes into the decoding the bathroom door behind me opened and in the reflection of my screen showed Mitch wearing just a towel around his waist. "Any luck on the hard drive?"
