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"If I could grade you on how profoundly you disturb me, you'd be an A+ student."
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Stiles and I stand in front of his new board, taping new information to it. I stand beside me with the tape in my hands, watching him intently and listening carefully to what he has to say.
"So, the Walcott's were the first." Stiles informs. "Sean, his brother, and their parents were killed by a professional assassin called The Mute."
"Weapon of choice?" I ask, handing him more tape.
"A military tomahawk." Stiles answers. "The Mute was killed by Peter Hale after he tried to blow up Derek with a claymore mine."
"Lovely." I comment, sarcasm laced in my voice.
"Next was Demarco, he delivered a keg to the party and was decapitated outside his car." Stiles continues, ignoring my sarcasm. "Then last night, 23 year old Carrie Hudson."
"Stiles.." I begin. "I think the numbers will add up to 117 in the end."
Stiles nods in agreement. "117 million was stolen from the Hale vault."
♡
Stiles and Scott had gone to the Sheriff the day before, telling him about the deadpool. Currently, the three of us are sitting in Coach's class. Stiles and I sit with pictures of the crime scenes in front of us, attempting to figure something out. I huff then pass them all to Stiles, giving up and aiming to concentrate on the class. Coach rambles on about sports, walking down the aisle until he gets to Stiles. He hits the desk with the lacrosse stick, grabbing Stiles' attention.
"You know, Stilinski." Coach begins, looking at the photos. "If I could grade you on how profoundly you disturb me, you'd be an A+ student."
Stiles nods. "Thanks, Coach."
"Put those pictures away." Coach hits the desk again.
Stiles begins to put them away when I notice his eyes on the end of the lacrosse stick. He suddenly reaches out and grabs it, ripping the bottom off as he compares it to the pictures.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Coach exclaims, yanking the lacrosse stick towards him. "Actually, don't answer that."
"It's a lacrosse player." Stiles tells Scott and I.
Scotts eyes widen. "The killer's on the team."
♡
Lacrosse sticks are currently piled up in front of us as we finally come to a stop with searching for the weapon.
