Mama Hale

3.5.44

I forgot how hard it is to spam update when you have the chapters pre-written. It's a mess. And by "It" I mean "me". I'm a mess. Mostly just because of this chapter. I've had it in mind since I started this story and a few of you guys have already predicted the outcome.

-Recap-

"Uh, I think someone already did." Stiles pipes up, looking down at his phone. "'Beacon Hills First National closes its doors three months after vault robbery.'. Doesn't say here how it was robbed, but it probably won't take long to find out."

"How long?" Derek questions my brother.

"It's the internet, Derek. Okay? Minutes." Stiles smirks.

(Lyrica's P.O.V.)

"Okay. You see this? This is how they got in." Stiles says, laying a blueprint out on our dining room table. "It's a rooftop air conditioning vent. Leads down inside, into the wall of the vault, which is here. Okay? One of the robbers was lowered into this shaft. Now, that space is so small, it took him about 12 hours to drill into that wall, which is stone, by the way. Then, throughout the rest of the night, they siphoned the cash up to the guys back on the roof through that one little shaft in the wall. Boom."

"Can we fit in there?" Scott asks, looking at everything that Stiles circled.

"Yes, we can, but very, very barely. Which means that, as much as I hate it, Lyrica should go in first because she's as strong as Derek but much smaller. And they also patched the wall, obviously, so we're gonna need a drill of some kind. I'm thinking maybe a diamond bit-"

"Look, forget the drill." Derek sighs.

"Sorry?" Stiles questions.

"If I go in first, how much space do I have?" I ask, stepping up beside Derek.

"What do-What do you think you're gonna do, guys? You gonna punch through the wall?"

"Yes, Stiles. We're gonna punch through the wall." I sigh, crossing my arms.

"Okay big girl, let's see it." Stiles gestures to my hands. "Let's see that fist. Big old fist. Make it, come on. Get it out there, don't be scared."

I look up at Derek with a sigh, holding my right fist up.

"Big bad wolf. Yeah, look at that." Stiles continues taunting me. "Okay, see this?" He grabs my wrist, holding his hand in front of my fist. "That's maybe 3 inches of room to gather enough force to punch through solid co-"

I punch his fist, a loud smack echoing through the room as Stiles falls back, catching himself on the table. He makes a noise of pain, clutching his arm and moving away.

"Ah. Ah. She could do it."

"We'll get through the wall." Derek says as I go to check on a whimpering Stiles. "Who's following us down?"

"Don't look at me." Peter's voice sounds through the house. "I'm not up to fighting speed yet, and honestly, with Isaac out of commission, you're not looking at very good odds yourself."

"Isaac wouldn't be going in even if he wasn't out of commission." I say, referring to my son, who is currently asleep in his room.

"So we're supposed to just let them die?" Derek asks.

"One of them is already dead."

"SHUT UP, PETER!" I scream, whirling around to glare at the beta. My glowing eyes illuminate the somewhat dark room, and his uncontrollably glow in response. "I'm getting real tired of you acting all high and mighty. You may be useful to us right now, but if you keep testing my patience, you'll be dead the second you lose value."