𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚔 ❦「𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚔𝚒」

𝚂𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽

𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

"Okay. You see this?" Stiles asks, slapping down the bank's blueprints on Derek's table "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. Okay? One of the robbers was lowered into this shaft. Now, that space is so small, it took him about 12 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 through that one little shaft in the wall. Boom"

"Can we fit in there?" Scott asks.

"Yes, we can, but very, very barely" Stiles answers "And they also patched the wall, obviously, so we're gonna need a drill of some kind. I'm thinking maybe a diamond bit-"

"Look, forget the drill" Derek snaps.

"Sorry?" Stiles asks in disbelief.

"If I go in first, how much space do I have?" Derek asks.

"What do you think you're gonna do, Derek? You gonna punch through the wall?" Stiles asks as if the idea is funny.

"Yes, Stiles, I'm gonna punch through the wall" Derek declares.

"Okay, big guy. Let's see it. Let's see that fist. Big old fist. Make it, come on. Get it out there. Don't be scared. Big bad wolf. Yeah, look at that" Stiles taunts the Alpha who makes a fist with an annoyed expression on his face "Okay, see this? That's maybe three inches of room to gather enough force to punch through solid-"

Stiles is cut off when Derek punches his hand and the dorky boy is send flying backwards.

"Aah! Aah!" Stiles cries out in pain, holding his arm.

"Stiles!" I gasp, grabbing his shoulder.

"He could do it" Stiles grunts, watching me as I check his hand in concern.

"Stop watching me, dork" I mutter.

"Sorry" He murmurs, looking away.

"I'll get through the wall. Who's following me down?" Derek asks.

"Don't look at me" Peter scoffs "I'm not up to fighting speed yet, and honestly, with Isaac out of commission, you're not looking at very good odds for yourself"

"So I'm supposed to just let them die?" Derek says in disbelief.

"One of them is already dead" Peter retorts.

"We don't know that!" Derek snaps.

"Do I have to remind you what we're up against here? A pack of Alphas. All of them killers. And if that's not enough to scare your testicles back into your stomach, try to remember that two of them combine bodies to form one giant Alpha. I'm sure Erica and Boyd were sweet kids. They're gonna be missed" Peter rants.

"Can someone kill him again, please?" Stiles huffs.

"It would be my pleasure" I reply, glaring at the man who smiles at me sarcastically.