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"I still hate this plan," Melissa looks nervously between the group before her, all of them having their respective doubts about this plan. "I mean, this looks pretty significant, he looks dead."
"Give me your hand," Noshiko speaks up, looking at Melissa who turns to Isaac.
"It's okay," He nods, reassuring her and Melissa complies, reaching her hand over to Noshiko, who takes it and places it on Scott's chest. Melissa shudders nervously when she doesn't feel anything. Olive furrows her eyebrows, moving her hair behind her ear so she can focus her hearing.
"Wait for it," Noshiko nods to Melissa, who takes a deep breath. A few seconds pass before Scott's heart beats faintly in his chest, earning a sigh of relief from Melissa.
"Is that enough to keep a werewolf alive?"
"Enough for an alpha."
"How much time do we have?" Isaac turns to Noshiko who looks down at her watch.
"Forty-Five minutes."
"What happens after that?" Melissa sighs nervously, removing her hand from Scott's chest.
"I bring him back the same way," Kira clasps her hands in front of her and gives Melissa a small smile.
"No, I mean what happens if he stays like that for longer than forty-five minutes?" She corrects, looking between the group. Everyone in the room shuffles awkwardly, trying to silently communicate who should speak up.
"No one's told her?" Noshiko turns to Kira, who backs away sheepishly, and the rest of the teens stay silent.
"Told me what? What happens after forty-five minutes?" Melissa grew more agitated by the second, frantically searching for an answer from the people in front of her.
"He dies," Noshiko answered rather bluntly and Melissa pales at the statement.
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After Stiles and Argent spoke with The Benefactor, claiming Scott was dead, Olive, Liam, and Isaac met him in a hospital room to set up the security feed. They'd sprawled 3 laptops onto the bed and Olive was on the phone with Argent, following his instructions intently to try and set it up.
"Okay, it should work now," Argent's voice rang through her phone and she nodded to Stiles, who pressed a button on the keyboard and the footage appeared on their screens.
"It's working," She confirmed, nodding her head even though he couldn't see her. Argent mumbled a "good." before hanging up.
The four teens stood there, watching the computers actively, waiting for any pernicious activity. Despite their 8 collective eyes, nothing seemed to be happening.
"How long is this gonna take?" Olive groaned, running her hands through her hair frustratedly as she began to pace by the window.
"Why are you so restless?" Stiles narrowed his eyes at her and she paused her pacing to glare at him, before returning aptly to it.
"I'm just- not a fan of hospitals," She shrugs, running her hand along the wall as she walked around the room.
"Me neither," Isaac shook his head from the chair in the corner of the room. "Food sucks."
"Seriously?" Stiles turned to him and it was Isaac who received 'the look' from Stiles this time. Isaac rolled his eyes. "This hospital is full of people who save lives and modern-day technology and all you can think about is the food?"
"And the dead bodies, and dozens of sick people, and how dirty the toilets probably are," Olive hugged her arms tighter around her torso as she leaned herself against the wall and Isaac nodded at her.
"And the past trauma," Isaac chimed in, earning looks from both Stiles and Olive. "At least for me."
"Hey, guys," Liam, the only one still looking at the computer, finally chimes in, gaining all of their attention. "Is that supposed to do that?"
The group gathers around the computers to see the bottom camera on one of the screens glitching out before fading to no signal.
"No, no it's not," Stiles shook his head as they all tried to get a closer look.
"Where is that?" Olive turns to Stiles, who squints at the screen.
"The roof," He sighs, looking between the three wolves in front of him. "Someone's gonna have to check it out."
"I'll go," Olive nods, turning to leave.
"Oh, I'll come with you," Isaac perks up, grabbing his jacket and following after her.
"I'm coming!" Liam calls after them as they're leaving, picking up his pace to follow after them.
"Hey- okay, you're all coming right back! Immediately!" Stiles followed him to the door, calling down the hallway. "Be careful!"
He sighed, shaking his head as he made his way back to watch the computers. "Kids."
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The three teens arrive on the roof to find one of the breakers appeared to have been tampered with. They brought their arms up to shield their eyes as sparks erupted from the box, making it impossible to get a closer look.
"I think someone messed with it," Liam states the obvious as Olive furrows her eyebrows, turning around to find a berserker slowly approaching them.
"I think I know who," She said wearily as the two boys with her turn around to follow her gaze, both of them instinctively taking a step toward Olive to get into formation. They unsheath their claws and bear their fangs as they prepare to fight.
Liam charges first, slashing and growling at the beast. He gets a few good hits in before it ends up scratching his face and tossing him into a nearby fence. Olive's next, her glowing yellow eyes narrowing into a glare as she pounces at the animal, eager to get revenge for the last time they'd encountered. She, too, gets a few good hits in, even manages to back it into a corner before it hit her so hard it launched her back into the fence with Liam. Isaac was the last to step up, ready to take this thing down. He hit it. Hard. He took every ounce of aggression he had and poured it into the blows he was landing on the berserker. It was reacting, but not budging.
"Olly," Liam crouched next to Olive, shaking her awake and helping her stand as Isaac continued to lay into the berserker. "Olly, come on you have to get up."
Liam tucked his arms under hers and helped her stand as she slowly woke up, rubbing her eyes as she did.
"Are you okay?" He asked her, giving her a quick once over before smoothing his hand over her shoulder.
"I'm good, I'm good, I-" She started, but was interrupted by Isaac flying over and crashing into the fence, landing at their feet. They both moved to help him up. "Are you okay?"
"Fantastic," Isaac huffed sarcastically as the three of them turned to the berserker that was making its way toward them again. "Hey, Olly."
"Huh?"
"How do we kill this thing?" Isaac looked down at her, and Olive let out a deep breath as she shook her head.
"I have no idea," She swallowed hard before the three of them back into the fence, ready for another round.
The three of them had been thrashed at, thrown around, and slashed into more times than they can count this evening. Olive and Isaac are attacking it from both sides as Liam is thrown into the fence again.
"Liam run!" Isaac shouts as the berserker shakes them off, pummeling them into the surrounding area. "Go, Liam, run!"
Liam doesn't run. He puffs his chest out, letting out a loud roar as he jumps over the berserker and lands right on top of it. He punches into it relentlessly before it shakes him off and begins to walk away. The three of them stand, giving each other odd glances as they watch it disappear into the distance.
"It's leaving," Liam states, out of breath as he stands, Olive and Isaac appearing next to him. "Why is it leaving?"
"I'm not complaining," Isaac shrugs, turning to both of them and placing a hand on Liam's shoulder. "Come on, let's go check on Scott."
As they exit the elevator, they find Melissa and Noshiko on the floor, Noshiko writhing in pain. Olive glanced at the boys before taking off down the hallway and into the morgue. She stood in the doorway, looking at Kira and paling.
"What? What is it?" Kira looked back at her frantically.
"Your mom," Olive breathed out. "She's hurt."
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The car was silent as Olive drove down Liam's street, coming to a stop in front of his house. Liam gets out without a word, the three of them still reeling with disappointment from their failed attempt at trying to catch The Benefactor. The lights of the Argent apartment are dim as Olive pulls into her parking spot. She parks the car, but neither she nor Isaac moves. The overall mood in the car is a stark contrast from their earlier banter as gloom lingered in the air.
"Allison's car isn't here," Isaac broke the silence as he stared out the window, noticing the empty spot next to theirs where Allison usually parked her car.
"She's probably with Lydia," Olive shrugged, still staring straight ahead. A few more beats of silence. "How did we fail?"
"What?" Isaac turns to look at her now, but she keeps her eyes trained on the wheel.
"Scott just basically killed himself to find this son of a bitch and we still failed. Why didn't he take the bait? How did we fail?" She shook her head and rested it on the headrest behind her. Isaac sighed, shaking his head.
"How did he know," Isaac furrowed his eyebrows, pinching the bridge of his nose lightly. "I mean, he saw right through us, the only way he would've known Scott wasn't dead was if-"
Isaac cut himself off, his eyes widening in realization as he turned to Olive. She furrowed her eyebrows as she noticed his expression.
"What? What was that lightbulb?" She sat up, turning her body to where she was facing him and bringing a leg to her chest.
"The only way he would've known was if he predicted it. Who predicts death, Olly?" Isaac said slowly, waiting for her to catch on. Olive tilted her head slightly before a similar expression came across her face.
"The Benefactor is a banshee," She said in realization and Isaac nods eagerly. "That was actually really impressive, proud of you."
"I can be smart sometimes," Isaac shrugs, reaching for his door handle. "Don't worry, I won't let it go to my head."
"No, it's fine. There's plenty of space up there," Olive smirked at him, putting a skip in her step as she walked through the door he was holding open for her.
"Har har," He narrowed his eyes at her, following her inside as she tossed her head back slightly as she laughed.
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