Series Rewrite (A Teen Wolf Fanfiction) Continued

Raw Talent Pt 3

   Circle Drive was a long strip of road containing almost nothing but a large abandoned building. In front of it was a car port that ran the length of the building, and for an abandoned place, there sure were a lot of vehicles. I parked my car further than normal so we wouldn't be heard, then we all snuck up to the port.

Argent was inside, as expected, and he had crates and crates of automatic weapons and ammunition and other scarily fun things like landmines and grenades. About 6 guards, complete with camouflage uniforms and guns in their hands, stood in front of Argent. I heard their guns click and shot out my arm to stop Scott and Malia from walking.

"Trouble in paradise," I whispered, and we tip-toed to the edge in front of one of the doors.

"If you knew anything about guns, you'd know they're not loaded," Argent chuckled. In unison, all the men—who I was beginning to believe weren't actually military men in the first place—quickly loaded their own clips into the large automatics.

"We brought our own," the talker of the bunch said, all their weapons pointed at Argent.

"And I always have a backup plan," Argent replied. I believed him most of the time, but this time I wasn't quite sure he did. Either way, I was going to help out. I slipped out from behind the wall and grabbed the nearest guy. I shoved him straight into the wall with a grunt and he passed out on the ground. All eyes turned to me, Scott and Malia walking up to my side as some of the guns turned to us. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"We're your backup," Scott said intently even though Argent didn't seem to be taking this very seriously at all.

Argent rolled his eyes. "I had a guy on the inside."

"Who?" I asked.

"You're standing on him."

I looked down and hissed in air through closed teeth, my eyes sheepish when I returned them to Argent. "Ahh... That's not good." I removed my foot from his chest as the big men with confused faces pointed their guns at Argent once again, unsure of who posed the bigger threat.

Argent smiled at them, nodding once. I wondered how he could be so calm about this, but then he yelled, "Get down!" The four of us ducked behind various odd objects and hid in nearby places as a the men started shooting at us, their gunfire ringing throughout the open area.

My mind strayed to the man I'd knocked out. If he was shot and killed, then it would be my fault. I glanced at Malia directly across from me, then gestured to the man, asking her to back me up. She peeked out at the gunfire and pursed her lips, shaking her head at me like I was crazy. Maybe I was. It wasn't reasonable to ask her to risk her life like that. I did it anyway, mentally begging her. As if by magic, all the guys ran out of ammo at the same time, so they were left undefended as they took the time to reload.

"Cover me!" I yelled to Argent. I saw Malia roll her eyes right before I jumped out from my spot. Argent leapt up, one gun in each hand, and fired of round after round of shots at the men as I grabbed the guy's arm that I'd hurt. The men ducked for cover and I dragged the man back to safety just as they finished reloaded and reigned another storm on us, leaving us cowering in our hiding spots again. At this rate, was it likely that they'd just give up and go home? Because considering all the supplies here, I doubted they'd run out of ammo sometime soon.

Malia and Scott, upon getting nods from Argent, had ran off. They circled back around, each grabbing onto one guy. I jumped out from my spot to knock out the talker, but he cocked his gun right at my chest, making me frozen in my place. He had a look of fear in his eyes and sweat dripping down the side of his face, but I got the feeling he would pull that trigger.