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Alex blew out a breath as her, Stiles, and Lydia glanced around the town. They were in Mexico, and all three of them were nervous, to say the least.
"This doesn't seem so bad." Stiles spoke, releasing a breath.
"It's not the town, it's the plan." Lydia responded annoyedly.
"What's wrong with the plan?" Alex frowned.
"This could be stupidest plan we've ever come up with." Lydia blew out a breath, glancing between Stiles and Alex. "You're both aware of that, right?"
"I think we're aware it's not our best." Stiles responded with raised eyebrows.
"We're going to die." Lydia spoke nervously as the three began to walk.
"Are you saying that as a Banshee, or just being pessimistic?" Stiles questioned sarcastically.
"I think she's saying it as a person who doesn't wanna die, Stiles." Alex glanced at her boyfriend with raised eyebrows.
"Okay, then, Lydia, would you mind just restricting any talk of death to actual Banshee predictions?" Stiles asked sarcastically as he glanced at Lydia.
"This plan is stupid and we're all going to die." Lydia responded simply.
"Oh, thank you." Stiles spoke sarcastically raising his eyebrows.
"Real helpful, Lyds." Alex added, blowing out a breath.
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Alex, Stiles, and Lydia walked up to a door in an alleyway, two men guarding it.
Lydia spoke Spanish to the two, asking if her, Alex, and Stiles could enter the party going on behind the two men.
One man shook his head, Stiles reaching into his pocket and showing them a card.
The man gestured to the camera, Stiles showing the card to the camera.
The door unlocked with a click, the two men moving aside so the three could go in.
Once they walked in, the door locked behind them, the teens turning around in surprise.
