DEADPOOL | Stiles Stilinski 2 ✓

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-One

"I'm here. You ready?"

"Yes,"

"Try it now."

I stand in a room in the hospital that Melissa had given Kira, Liam, Stiles, and I. In front of us stood the three computers and Chris - the person on the phone - had hacked into the security system up on the roof, so that it connects to our computers that sat on the bed.

Stiles had pressed a button on the computer, all four security footage on different screens appeared in black and room. This will be useful to help us catch The Benefactor in case he does come.

"It worked," I told Chris. "See you in a bit." I hang up on him and stuffed my phone in my pocket. Now, it's a waiting game.

17 minutes had passed and still, no one suspicious had passed through. I was leaning on the wall whilst the other three gathered around the computers.

"Is that suppose to look like that?" I walked closer to them, watching one of the screens flicker, then it turned off, cutting to black.

"No." Stiles answered. "No, it's not."

"Where is that?" I questioned, I couldn't remember where that floor was.

"The roof," Stiles answered beside me. "Someone's gonna have to check it out."

"I'll go," Kira offered, about to turn and leave.

"Whoa, whoa." Stiles shoots in. "This might not just be a malfunction."

"That's why I'm bringing this," Kira had brought out her Katana.

"And that's why, I brought this," I pulled out my handgun from my pocket Chris had given me earlier, and I begin to walk towards Kira.

But Stiles pulled me right back his side. "Yeah, I don't think so,"

Kira eyed me. "Someone has to protect Stiles,"

"Hey," Liam had whined.

Kira quickly looked at Liam. "No offence, it's just, Addison has a lot more experience than you,"

"Exactly, I have experience," I point to myself. "Which is why I should go with you,"

"If Stiles' gets hurt without under your watch you'll hate yourself for it," a slow grin made it's way to Kira's face, causing me to frown. She's not wrong, I would hate myself for it.

She then turned on her feet. "I'm coming with you," Liam quickly said, bouncing on his feet. I made hand gestures within frustration.

"Okay, and you're both coming right back," I announced, annoyed. "Immediately."

"Kids," Stiles muttered next to me, shaking his head.

"I hate it when people tell me I can't fight," I complained. "I didn't spend 3 hours in that warehouse tide to a chair for nothing."

"Wait, you actually did that training?" My boyfriend turns to me.

"Yup," I pop the 'p'. "The perks of training."

"Sarcasm is my thing." A small grin broke out onto his face as he stepped closer to me.

"Stiles, you can't kiss me," I rolled my eyes and turned to the computers.

"Why not?"

"Because we're on a mission, a life is in our hands here," I gestured towards the computers. "Which means no distractions." I pressed my lips together, I let my hands lean on the bed.