Series Rewrite (A Teen Wolf Fanfiction) Continued

Pressure Test Pt 3

   When I got back to the room with two body bags in my hand, both deputies were already stripped of their uniform shirts, leaving them in the undershirts they wore. It was easy for me to pretend the blood that continued to drain out of Morrow wasn't there as we all got them into the bags. Scott and I carried them into the doorway and stopped as people unblocked it.

"Dad, can you shoot a couple blanks? Just to sell it." Stiles handed Sheriff a magazine of blank bullets, so Sheriff frowned and plugged it into his handheld. He fired four shots towards the ground where no one was standing near, and I heard a small commotion outside.

"Sounds like it's working," I said.

"Five minutes," Sheriff said. I nodded to him then looked to Scott. We finished zipping up the bodies. When the five minutes were up, two deputies opened the door. Outside, Monroe and all her people had their guns at ready, hiding behind opened car doors as they watched us. Sheriff walked out first, and Scott and I dragged the bodies out after him. We waited next to the bodies, the doors closing behind us. I knew that this could go very, very wrong, but I tried to keep a confident exterior. Monroe walked out slowly, taking calculated steps towards us.

I glanced at Scott and he sent me a tiny nod that eased my worry just a bit. Sheriff started his script with confidence. "They tried to run and tried to take a couple deputies with them. Either way, you got what you wanted."

Monroe smiled darkly at him for a second like she didn't believe him at all. "Let me see their faces." Scott and I unzipped the bags and pulled back the flap enough that Monroe could see. She walked over and peered down at them, but she looked unsure.

"What? Don't you recognize them?" I asked her.

"Show me their tattoos."

"What tattoos?" Scott asked. We were boned. Why didn't we think that they would've had tattoos? Nearly all of Satomi's pack had something.

"The pack symbol."

Scott and I turned our eyes to each other, knowing this was going nowhere good. "Shit," I mumbled, and Scott jerked his head to one side in agreement. Monroe's hand edged towards the gun on her hip. I was one second away from transforming when Rafael McCall's voice came from behind them.

"Good thing you're not the only ones who can negotiate." He walked up to Monroe with a striking authority, and I couldn't have been happier to see him. I may not like him very much, but I didn't hate him anymore, and he was about to save our asses hopefully.

"Dad?" Scott breathed as we stood. "What are you doing here?"

"Making sure no one else dies tonight. You two go inside. Stilinski and I will sort this out." I glanced around at all the people scowling at us and wondered how the hell he planned to do that. Scott and I were let back inside and Stiles was quick to bombard us with questions. Neither Scott nor I said anything until we were all in the Sheriff's office for privacy. When we explained the situation, it got quiet. No one knew what to do or what to say. There was only what would happen, and none of us knew that yet.

I let Scott explain as I leaned back against Sheriff's desk, my head hung as I tried to think up a new plan. Stiles paced the floor to my right the entire time while Theo, Liam, Malia, and Lydia took the seats in the room. The air was heavy as we waited and it only got heavier the more the clock ticked.

When McCall and Sheriff finally came in with solemn faces asking to speak with me and Scott privately, I felt my heart drop out of my butt. I wasn't getting a good feeling about this. They walking into an interrogation room and closed the door behind us.