Series Rewrite (A Teen Wolf Fanfiction) Continued

Raw Talent Pt 2

   I tried calling Argent again as Scott dumped a can full of bullets onto the metal table in Argent's bunker, causing a lot of unnecessary noise. Malia seemed to be aimlessly walking around, but I was sure she was trying to pick up on something. When the phone went to voicemail yet again, I sighed loudly and put my phone away.

"He's not answering our calls or texts," I said, standing next to Scott as I picked up a bullet. There was no sign of the crest on it, but I remembered it clearly being an Argent crest.

"He's not home, he's not here," Malia said, getting antsy. "I mean, maybe Argent just doesn't want to be found." She stood across the table from us, and Scott put the bullet he was looking at back down with a clack.

"Well, he would have his calendar on his laptop. If we crack the password..." Scott lifted his eyebrows, silently asking if we were game enough to try.

"I didn't think you had it in you," Malia grinned. I smiled back and spun the closed laptop around to me, rolling my neck as I geared up for the mission. If Stiles was here, he'd be all over this. The screen lit up to the password page and I stared at it in thought while Malia circled around to stand next to me and Scott sauntered around the room.

I typed in the words werewolf, Argent, and silver, and all three of them gave me an error message back, making me scowl at the screen.

"Try gun," Malia said. I frowned but tried it anyway.

"Nope."

She looked confused for a second before the lightbulb flicked on. "Lots of guns." I stared at the side of her face with pinched brows until she looked at me. When she shrugged, I shook my head and typed the words in. Not surprisingly, another error message answered. "Hunter." I tried again, but no entry. "Definitely not hunter. I mean, because why would it be hunter because Argent's not even a hunter anymore."

Her look turned from me to Scott's back. "I mean, there's not even hunters for werewolves at all anymore, right?"

I understood her very round-about way of getting to the question she was really wanting to ask and nodded quickly. "So why would anyone think that there was a hunter in the woods when it was actually just deputies?"

Scott, who's back was still to us as he rummaged through drawers like we weren't even talking to him, said, "What?"

Slowly lowering her gaze back to the computer, she mumbled, "Nothing." Scott pulled the lock off a wooden box and opened it, his face instantly falling.

"Uhh... Guys, I don't think that Argent took off from Beacon Hills. I think he's back in business." Scott moved onto a black box sitting on a bench and lifted a large crossbow from it. My mind was drawn back to the past, reminded of Allison's talent with a crossbow. I looked up at Scott, entertaining the small possibility of being right. My stare must have been too intense because he shrugged at me and said, "What?"

Without answering, I typed in Allison into the password box. I was greeted with the access to all of his files and folders, and I clapped happily. "I'm in!" Scott instantly put the bow down to come stand over my shoulder. I searched for his calendar and it popped up. There wasn't really much on it, at least what we understood. It wasn't written in another language, but it sure seemed like it. It said BD@9 5446 ODR.

I smiled and pulled out my phone. "Wait, I got this."

"I don't think google translate has an Argent setting," Malia said, making me laugh and shake my head.

"I have someone better." I scrolled through my contacts until I came upon Stiles', then I pressed FaceTime. I'd already told the group about my inability to keep the secret from Stiles. They weren't happy with me, but thankfully they got over it quickly.