Vagabond

Chapter 8||Unknown Threat

*Someone's POV*

"Boss, the one that was sent to Beacon Hills to find Stiles Stilinski's files cannot be reached after he was sent. We have reason to believe he's dead. What should we do next?" A man in a suit said. A smirk found it's way in my face, as I look ahead in the window.

"Thats right. Its been 15 years so he wasn't the same kid I knew." I mumbled to myself. He isn't the same kid I have known since then. He had changed.

"What is it, sir?" The man asked. I turned around and faced him, and grinned.

"Oh, it's nothing--" I said in a quite pleasing tone, and the man slumped in relief. I chuckled, before changing my tone into a dead serious one.

"Look, I want you to find a man named Mitch Rapp. The mission is to catch him. If you fail, I'm gonna slit your throat. Understood?" I stepped forward and put my hands in his shoulders, and he gulped.

"Yes sir. I'll be on my way then." The man said, avoiding my gaze.

"Good." I said then the man now scrambled and left.

I turn around and looked in the window again, staring at the moon. I got my phone out of my pocket and pressed a contact, calling it. I hummed as it rang, before it just led to voicemail. I scoffed.

"Hey, Ghost. He was back on his home town. The trap was working. Remember our deal."

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*Lydia's POV*

We are all dumbfounded in what we had witnessed. I was standing by the chair I sat earlier, my eyes still trained onto the door Stiles walked out. I'm confused as to why Stiles acted like that. The necklace is still in my hand, its chain dangling.

The sheriff sighed before walking back to his chair and sat on it. He looked into us and signalled us to get back to the couch.

I was still confused on what is happening, and why Sheriff still wants us to be here. Nevertheless, Scott and I sat on the couch, and waited the sheriff to speak.

"You two. It angers me that you got to Stiles' room without my permission, but the most important thing right now is that you need to go after him. That necklace was owned by her fiancee. Her fiancee was shot by terrorists the day he proposed to her. You see that ring hanging in the necklace? That is her engagement ring. He said that necklace is his anchor, so you already know when someone gets their anchor away, right?" Sheriff said without looking at us, with his head down and had some tears in his eyes.

"Look, Stiles said everything to me. Or Mitch-he goes by that now, a nickname of his original name. I didn't say anything to you because Stiles himself wanted to say it personally to you. He doesn't hate you, but he's really broken ever since he left. So he hid his emotions over everyone and did a facade. I want you to understand him. He's probably on the nearest beach right now, because her girlfriend died on a beach. Just... go after him." The sheriff said as he stood up, then made his way to his room. Leaving us thinking on what he said.

It's just like we put fuel on fire in the situation we are in now. I sighed and gently pulled Lydia, heading away to her car and drove off.

Thanks to Sheriff's tip, we found Stiles- or Mitch by now as the Sheriff said- on the nearby beach. He sat on the sand, his legs straightened and hands buried on his sides.

We didn't approach him at first when we arrived, and we just listened to what he says to himself.

"Katerina, if only you hadn't died, would I have a normal life?"

He pulled out a picture from his pocket and stared at it.

"You are the only person who made me feel I was normal for once. That I am not a murderer." He then chuckled and continued "But what am I doing, I've killed many people. Stole many lives. Sure, all of them are ordered, but I remember how they begged for their life and I just took it. I mean, how can a normal person can do that?"