To be defeated by a name

Chapter 15

"Me being a good shot wasn't the real reason you brought me along was it," Derek asked Stiles as they entered the back of the industrial building the Black Fox's men had been guarding. Currently, the rest of the pack were out the front, along with Williams and Hill, giving Stiles and Derek the opportunity to infiltrate the building from behind, take out the few guards stationed there, and make their way to where the Black Fox was located.

"No," Stiles replied, checking around the corner before continuing walking, the coast being clear.

"Then why?" Derek pushed, Stiles feeling as though their roles had been reversed.

"Because even though Scott has accepted what I do and says he understands, he doesn't. Knowing what I do and seeing it is two very different things and I don't think he could handle watching me kill with ease, it clashes too much with his morals. I also know you'll have my back, no matter what, and won't be distracted by what I'm doing."

Stiles knew that Scott wouldn't understand, not if he saw Stiles work, and he didn't think he could deal with his best friend hating him, not when he had just got him back. Derek was also useful. In a fight he was unbiased, doing what it takes to survive and save others, as well as the fact he was capable with guns, having had to resort to them when he lost his powers, meaning it wouldn't clue their opponents into the fact that they were fighting enhanced individuals, making them put their guard up more in defence.

"For a werewolf, he's a pretty crappy predator," Derek remarked, causing Stiles to laugh out loud.

"You know Derek, I think me being away was good for you, you actually developed a personality behind all that sourwolfness." He stated, punching Derek on the shoulder and feeling lighter than he had in years, bickering in a familiar way with Derek.

"Or maybe you just always-"

Derek was cut off when Stiles suddenly made a shushing motion in his direction. Immediately they both grew tense, glancing around the corner to see two guards guarding a wooden door.

After nodding at Stiles, they both jumped out, guns in front of them and instantly shooting down the guards, the two men barely able to raise their guns in defence.

It was when they approached the door however that Derek grew confused. He couldn't detect a single heartbeat in the room, yet knew that must be where the Black Fox was hiding out, why else would there be guards.

"Stiles." He said, catching the man's attention as he neared the door, "There's no heartbeat."

Instantly Stiles grew more alert, raising his gun and standing to the side of the door, Derek opposite, before kicking it open with his foot. At first glance it was empty, no one inside save a chair situated in the middle of the floor.

A beeping noise, however, made them stop in their tracks. They both looked at each other, realising what it meant, before running towards the nearest window, Derek smashing the glass and pulling Stiles with him as he jumped, just as the bomb exploded and the whole warehouse went up in flames.