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ALEX FOLLOWED STILES into the chemistry room, Scott following after the girl.
"So then she starts talking about phosphors." Stiles started hurriedly, referring to the girl he was kissing at the party. "And the key having chemicals on it, right? So that made me think of the chemistry closet and the fact that someone had to let Barrow in."
Both him and Alex walked up to the board, expecting the numbers and letters to be there, however, they weren't.
"There- there were numbers here." Alex frowned. "They're gone."
"Doesn't matter, though." Stiles replied as he walked over to the closet, Alex following. Scott glanced between the two, confused. "I've still got the key."
He tried unlocking the closet, however, the key was gone.
"What the hell?" Alex frowned. "Stiles, did you take it off or something?"
"No, I swear to god I left it on here." Stiles replied, frowning. "I had it here. I had it here this morning- I swear to god, I had it this morning."
"The key you were talking about last night?" Scott questioned with raised eyebrows.
"Yeah, I showed it to you, right?" Stiles asked. "Didn't I show it to you?"
"No, you just told me about it, I never actually saw it." Scott responded.
"I saw it though, it was on his key chain." Alex added, glancing at Scott.
Stiles made his way to the board, Alex and Scott following. "Alex and I were here a couple hours ago. And the message to Barrow spelling Kira's name was right there on the board in both mine and Alex's handwriting. And I had the key to the chemistry closet."
"So, you two unlocked the chemistry closet so Barrow could hide from the cops, and then you guys wrote him a message to kill Kira?" Scott frowned in confusion.
"We know how it sounds." Alex blew out a breath.
"But look at this." Stiles added, pulling out a piece of paper. "It's a newspaper reporting about Barrow when they caught him about the Shrapnel bomb that he used. See this? See what he did? He put in nuts, bolts, and screws, and then he hid the bomb and the detonator in a box that he wrapped as a birthday present."
"Sound familiar?" Alex raised her eyebrows.
"The joke we played on Coach." Scott realised, glancing at Alex.
