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"You are not going to Mexico." Noah spoke with raised eyebrows, pointing to his son demandingly.
"Dad, Scott and Kira have been kidnapped and taken to Mexico, okay? I think that's a prettygoodreason for a trip to Mexico." Stiles responded, Alex crossing her arms as she leaned against the wall.
Noah inhaled a breath, exhaling a few seconds later. "Okay. Even if Deaton is right about this, the best thing to do is to go through the proper channels-"
"Dad!" Stiles exclaimed angrily.
"That means calling the right law enforcement agencies, border patrol, putting out an all-points." Noah continued.
"Dad, we can't just wait around for the wheels of bureaucracy to start spinning in five different government offices, okay?" Stiles spoke, Alex nodding from where she was.
"Sorry to intrude, but Stiles is right, we can't just wait around for god knows how long, while Scott and Kira are in danger." Alex added with raised eyebrows, Stiles gesturing to her as she backed up his point.
Noah glanced at the girl briefly before his attention was drawn back to his son.
"Someone needs to go down there right now, find them, and rescue them. We're going." Stiles stated.
"I can keep you from going." Noah glanced at his son with raised eyebrows.
"We'd find a way." Stiles responded.
"I can throw you in a cell." Noah spoke with raised eyebrows, referring to his son, as he knew he legally couldn't stop Alex from going.
"We'd still find a way." Stiles responded simply.
Noah sighed in annoyance. "Stiles, please, just give me a little more time to verify something slightly more concrete than a psychic vision by some guy with a third eye!"
Stiles shared a glance with Alex.
"Look, I'll call every law enforcement agency, all the way down to South America if I have to." Noah continued. "If nothing turns up, then I'll book three flights to Mexico. We'll all go, okay?"
Alex frowned, however, before she could insist on Noah not going, Stiles cut in. "Okay, okay, great, do I get a gun?"
Noah started at his son for a moment incredulously, the man exclaiming simply. "No!"
