A dozen chains, injections, door slams and on the road they all were. An alpha, Kanima, Banshee, Hellhound and Kitsune all sharing the back of an armoured truck. Jackson sound asleep, the tail brushing against Scott's leg, who scoffed and shuffled further over before wincing when he saw Stiles was on his other side, staring deep into his soul. Parrish and Lydia sat across from them, the latter brandishing a thick mask that prevent her from using her voice.
The truck came to a halt almost as quickly as it had set off, armed guards escorting each from the truck into a warehouse, sheets of plastic being ripped down by off-duty guards, equipment still being set up.
The group were dragged in front of two women, staring them down. "Good Morning." Said, her hair long and straight, flowing over her shoulders. Her arms crossed as she scanned the children in front of her. She gave a side glance at her companion, brandishing jagged scars along her neck; Scott also eyeing up the scars.
"Get to the point." Scott grumbled, "I doubt you pulled a million strings to pull us out of Eichen to wish us a good morning."
"No, I didn't." She said, "My name is Ms Morrell, I am your new handler from here on out." The group looked at each other before looking back at the lady before them.
"Handler?" Jackson hissed, a disgruntled look across his face.
"Yes, though you won't be answering directly to me at all time, rather my lovely companion here. Braedon is here to ensure you're all on your best behaviour."
"You mean, she's here to make sure we don't kill you all." Scott said, Marin meeting his comment with silence, turning to address the other members of the group.
"Think of it as a vacation from Eichen, while you work for me, you have your freedom. You betray me and my trust, you won't be going anywhere again."
"Is that a threat?" Jackson laughed.
"It's a warning. After all, I'm sure you're wondering what was injected into you before you left." The group went silent, looking at each other. "Each of you have a weakness, and should you think about breaking this trust, I can assure you, that it will be a painful demise." The said, the group desperately trying to mask their concern.
"What exactly is it, that we'll be doing for you?" Scott growled, Marin turning to him.
"There are a lot of bad people...creatures like yourselves out there. Some we can't stop...but you can." She said.
"Awful confident in our abilities, no?"
"I need people I can use to do the impossible."
"No you need people who are expendable." Scott hissed, a glisten of red flickering in his eyes as Marin turned away from his gaze.
"Think what you want, but it's already in motion. You even have your first job, so I suggest you listen to your leader here and suit up." Marin said, a lasting glance at Braedon before she left.
"Suit up, what? Does she think we're superheroes?" Jackson remarked, the other around him grumbling.
Restraints dropped, their scrubs off for more casual clothes, Lydia regaining a flowing summery dress, a pair of heels and braided her hair up neatly atop her head. Parrish pulling on some cheap clothes without much interest, after all, they'd most likely end up burning off in no time at all. Scott pulled on a vest revealing his armband tattoo, hat he quickly covered with a jacket before anyone around his caught a glimpse. Jackson buttoned up his shirt, his tail sneaking out and swishing around as he dressed. Stiles simply grabbed a selection of black garments, a shirt and jacket that sheltered his from his own cold flesh.
Stiles caught Scott's gaze as the two stared from what only last a brief moment but felt like a lifetime, each flashing their own eye colours before looking else where, unwilling to drudge up old wounds.
Once the group were dressed, feeling like their old selves Braedon approached the group, arms crossed and a devious smile across her face.
"Well ladies and gentlemen," She smirked to the disapproving audience. "Let's see what you can do."