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HAVING BEEN TOLD ABOUT HER uncle surviving the fire and being brought back from the dead, Valentina was... surprised. The last time she could remember seeing him was when he picked her up from school once, and it was the most awkward car ride that she had ever experienced in her entire life. Safe to say, she didn't like him.
Even before the murdering of her cousin, Laura Hale, and other countless civilians, his company was never something she wanted. "No, 'hello uncle Peter, I'm so glad that you're alive.'?" After he said that, it only reassured her thoughts that he didn't deserve to make it out of the fire. So many kind people were lost in that fire, yet Peter had managed to get out alive such.
Sometimes, she would think that she never deserved to make it out, though she wouldn't dare to say it aloud. Along with all her family and their hopes and dreams, a little piece of her soul seemed to have died with them. It was peaceful to know that a part of her with still with them, but that peace was seemingly demolished the moment that she knew her uncle was alive.
The whole loft went silence until Valentina turned to him, saying blatantly, "No, screw you." Then continuing to move towards the main table, where Stiles already was, chuckling lightly at her comment. He began to lay out the the map as Peter let out, "I deserve that." Only to make her turn back to him with the scariest expression anyone in the room had ever seen.
"Let's just get on with this, I don't want them interacting for too long." Derek suggested quickly, not wanting to see wherever that glare was going to lead to. Almost immediately after that was said, Scott entered the loft with his motorcycle helmet in his hands before he tossed it to the side. To say that the young werewolf was unprepared for this, would be an extreme understatement.
"Okay. You see this?" Stiles tapped to an area on the map of the bank with this tip go his red pen lid. "This is how they got in. It's a rooftop air conditioning vent. Leads down inside into the wall of the vault, which is here." To make it more clear, and for any future references, he circled whereabouts he was pointing towards.
Moving closer to see the map in a better light, Peter became cautious when he moved closer to his niece. "One of the robbers was lowered into this shaft. Now, that space is so small, it took them about twelve 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," The Stilinski boy tapped the pen again, whilst the previous alpha returned to his seat on the staircase.
"Through that one little shaft in the wall. Boom." He had obviously been extremely proud of himself for finding out what he had, and seemed to get on Valentina's nerves for some reason. Whatever was happening between them was confusing, and she didn't like it. One moment they were stuck with a really odd tension, the next they were both really pissed off at each other.
Valentina had wondered whether he was simply hiding something from her, but knowing she wasn't in a situation where she would be able to think about that for too long, Derek's next words dragged her out of her mind. "Can we fit in there?"
