menace | teen wolf

01.

Dylan cocked her gun. She hid behind a wall, peering over, she saw an older man working on the hood of a car. Into her earpiece, Kasey spoke, "You have to get past the guy. Then down the hall, the third room on the right." Dylan nodded, even though Kasey couldn't see her.

    She looked straight ahead and saw Tyler, a tall, thin man of wary build with his black fluffy hair and dark blue eyes, with his special sword in its case on his back, leaning behind a wall. He nodded at her, she at him.

    Then she looked to her right and saw Christopher. His lean, slim muscular build and broad shoulders. He has curly blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes and very long lashes. He raised his index finger and swiped at his nose. Dylan did the same. Christopher walked over to the man.

    "Hi," said Christopher. "My car has been making a weird noise. I think something's wrong."

    The man turned his body around and grabbed a dirty rag, wiping his hands. "Let me take a look." Christopher took the man out of the room and out the back to his "broken car." Dylan looked at Tyler before heading off.

    She held her gun in the air, running her back along the wall as she made her way through the warehouse and down the hallway. She looked down the hallway and around her surroundings before walking down. She found the third door on the right and entered with caution. In the middle of the small room was a single desk with a chair and files spread across the top. Behind the desk was a safe. She smiled to herself as she walked over to the safe.

    She touched the earpiece slightly in her ear. "Kase, what's the code?"

    Kasey didn't respond for several seconds, then said, "thirty-seven, twenty-three, seventeen." Dylan punched in the code. The safe clicked, she lifted the handle and it opened. Inside sat stacks of money. She flung her backpack off her shoulders and shoved the money inside. Then she strapped her backpack back onto her shoulders, closed the safe and turned around when she heard a gun cock and a voice.

    "Stop right there." By the door was an older muscular man who worked at the dealership. Dylan raised her hands with the gun in her left hand. "Drop the gun." Dylan slowly lowered herself and gently dropped the gun onto the floor.

    "Okay, let's relax, yeah?" Dylan said to the man.

    "Dyl, are you okay?" Kasey said through her earpiece.

    "Tell Arsenal to meet me out the front," she responded quietly. She used his code name so the guy wouldn't know who she was working with.

    "You're not going anywhere," said the man with his gun still pointed at Dylan. "Hand the bag over. Slow and steady."

    "Okay, okay. No need to get feisty. We're all friends here." She smiled, slowly reaching around to unstrap her bag from her shoulder. In one swift movement, Dylan whipped her blade out from her back pocket and threw it at the man's shoulder. He hunched over, dropping his gun and clutching his wound. Dylan picked up her gun and ran out the door. She met up with Tyler who was carrying a duffle bag filled with car parts.

    The two were heading for the front door when they heard sirens emerging from outside. Tyler looked through the glass. "Cops," Tyler said. "They're here."

    "Okay," Dylan muttered. She unstrapped her back pack and handed it to Tyler. He looked at her confusingly. "Go. I'll be fine." He nodded, knowing very well she would be fine. But if he, Kasey and Christopher were caught, they wouldn't be. Tyler strapped the bag around one shoulder, gripping his duffle bag and headed out the back door. Dylan took a deep breath in as she opened the door and held up her hands. Getting out of one of the police cars was Sheriff Stilinski, holding up his gun. But then he lowered it upon seeing Dylan standing there. He just sighed.