Attack On FBI
Disclaimer: I own nothing but what you see here. This has been one of those lovely ideas that's been floating about in my head awhile now and just now finally getting around too. Set after season 4.
Summary: After an attack on them by a lone invader, the FBI Agents of San Francisco decide to interrogate him over his actions.
None of them had been expecting it to happen that day. As who honestly would expect anyone to openly try and attack a building full of FBI Agents? But lo and behold it had happened when a green/light bluish looking figure with little horns on his head made his way inside and attacked them. Taking over 50 Agents to finally subdue him in the end and making him their new guest of honor in an interrogation room. The fact he seemed somehow resistant to the ammo from their guns was alarming as well. Nearly an hour later would see Agent Rafael McCall make his way into the interrogation room while his co-workers watched from the otherside of the one way mirror. "About time someone showed up, I was gettin' hungry." Muttered the odd looking man.
"I'm not here to take your order."
"Pity."
"Why did you attack us?"
"Since there's no point in me not sayin' anything, its simple really. I attack this place, kill you like I'm supposed too, and all so that your kid will be distracted by the loss of his daddy. Lettin' my boys move in on the area without a single bit of resistance in the end." Informed the odd looking man with a chuckle.
The mention of his son alarmed Rafael greatly. Not to mention wondering why the Hell this… Man thought killing him would be enough to distract Scott just so they could take over the town. Which no way in Hell would Stilinski let that happen on his watch! "What does my son have to do with anything regarding Beacon Hills?"
He got a small shrug. "Other then the fact he and his little friends protect it and somethin' called a Nemeton? Which is what my friends are after by the way. Cause he or she who controls the Nemeton, has all the power they need to be unstoppable." Explained the man with a savage looking grin on his face.
"Your boy has amassed himself quite the reputation by the way, Agent. Anyone who gets a win over him and his bunch will practically be rock stars in our world. But mostly him cause of what he is."
"And what exactly is he? And what is this so called world of yours?" Asked the Agent in a dangerous tone of voice.
Chuckles came from the man. "A True Alpha, Mr. Agent. The rarest kind of Alpha Werewolf there is. One who ain't gotta kill in order to become an Alpha. Has to have quite the character or some crap like that to pull it off. And considerin' he's helped make the Argents a shadow of their former selves, won against his own crazy ass Alpha, who he just won against for a second time by the way, went head to head with a Kanima, went head to head with a Darach and the Alpha Pack at the same time and lived to tell about it, dealt with a crazy ass Nogitsune from way back in the day, and oh yeah, lived through a Deadpool targeting him and a bunch of others. And all in the span of a year and a half. Which I bet that makes you proud, eh? So you can see why me and my boys would want him distracted so we can move in without a problem. As for that second question of yours? Our world, the world your boy is part of? Basically, anything like Werewolves, Demons, and a bunch of other s**t you've probably heard of in fairy tales and whatever else is all real. I'm what's known as a Theck demon."
His rather informative explanation had the good Agent McCall and those watching on the otherside of the mirror questioning his sanity. But even with that, Rafael was growing quite worried about his son, wondering what the Hell he had gotten himself involved in. And why Melissa and Stilinksi hadn't done anything about it all. But he pushed those thoughts to the side to focus on the task at hand. Leaning in, he asked his next most important question. "How long before your people reach Beacon Hills?"
"By tomorrow afternoon unless they really push it." Answered the supposed Theck Demon with another chuckle and a savage grin.
Rafael hauled ass from the room as the man yelled out taunts from his seat. Unable to move thanks to the chains and the like keeping him in place. But he paid it no mind as he ran to his desk to call Stilinski and Scott to warn them of what was coming.
Author's Notes: I was going to include the bit with him calling, but I figured it was better to leave it like I did. R and R!
