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Chapter Nine: Recruitments – Part II

Oceanic Enterprises Warehouse, San Francisco

"Deaton, it's Morrell. The viral levels in this building are off the charts, I don't think it's safe in here anymore, we need to extract the survivor and information we need, and head out, this isn't gonna be a cakewalk much longer." Said Eva Morrell, as she walked down the dark, dim-lighted hallway of the warehouse. She heard a chuckle over her radio, and sighed, lowering her pistol and putting her hand on her hip.

"I assure you, everything will be fine, we just need to apprehend this bio-terrorist so we can get back to HQ, and assure both the other BSAA agents and the government that this virus is contained." Said Alan Deaton. Morrell laughed, and sighed once more.

"Deaton, when I told you I was glad you were out of retirement, I didn't mean take on a mission straight away." She replied, chuckling again.

"Like I said before, who said I was out of retirement? Now, I'm pin-pointing your location and it seems me and you are close by, there's a door on your left but I can't open it, can you check if it's bolted on your side?" Deaton asked, tapping on the door lightly so she could notice which door to open. Morrell flipped her long, dark, straight hair, and headed towards the door, the sound of her black heels echoing off in the distance of the hallway. She unbolted the door, and let Deaton through, gaining a smile from him in return.

"I bet that woman who was at the attacks in that mid-western town, stole the sample from Simmons." Said Morrell, as she walked down the hall.

"Agent Wong? I thought she died?" asked Deaton, who had his pistol aimed in front of him, and flanking Morrell on the right.

"She survived it seems, she was spotted in Spain. Apparently she was working for a third party during the Kennedy case." She replied.

"The Kennedy case? The kidnapping of the president's daughter? Agent Wong was spotted during that case? She must've died there, I mean, according to the report, the island where Kennedy and Graham escaped exploded, she surely must've died."

"Her third party commander sent an evac chopper just three minutes before. Talk about timing, huh?" she scoffed, once again flipping her beautiful hair. A loud banging was heard from around the corridor, and both Deaton and Morrell pointed their pistols and flashlights in that direction. While slowly walking around the corner, they came across a body laying face flat on the hallway floor, blood slowly making its way from the head.

"Oh my goodness .." said Morrell, bending down to examine the body. There were long, venom-filled gash marks that ran through his body. "What on Earth could've done this?"

A loud scream echoed off in the distance, catching the two secret agents' attention. Deaton motioned for Morrell to follow, "I have a feeling we're about to find out."

Erica was sitting at the Beacon Hills Diner, a place of social relevance and upbringing. She casually looked out of the window of her booth, and stared at the parking lot, wondering if Stiles was on his way. She glanced at her phone, and saw that it was eleven-thirty in the morning, and if he didn't get here fast enough, breakfast wouldn't be served anymore. She opened her messages menu, and re-read the text that he had sent her; Hey, I know we hardly talk … but I need some advice, and I didn't know who else to turn to, if you can, meet me at the diner at 11:15 .. thanks. – Stiles. Erica's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Out of all people to turn to, Stiles had asked for her help, but why her? He could ask Lydia, Scott, Allison, hell even Derek, but she found it quite odd that he'd want her. The small bell rang as the diner door opened, Stiles looking wildly around for Erica. She smirked, and rolled her eyes, letting out a whistle to catch his attention. He caught a glimpse of her blonde hair, and strode over to where she sat, giving her a small smile.

"So … I suppose you're wondering why I asked you to meet me here .." he began. Erica put her fist under her chin, and leant forward and used the table for support.

"As oppose to the reason why it's me you actually needed advice from is what's really the question permeating my mind, but go on." She said.

"Well, I have this theory," he began, "if the Alpha's are planning to take control of the town, why don't we use the town's law-enforcement to help us out?"

Erica's eyes grew wide, "Stiles you can't be serious! You want to tell your father? The SHERIFF? Do you not know how bad things will escalate from there?"

"I understand .. it's just .." Stiles began, he stammered a bit, finding trouble with his words. Erica shifted upright, sensing the heartbreak in Stiles' voice. "I don't want to lose him, like I lost my mother." He let the faintest of tears escape, and quickly wiped them away.

"Stiles …" Erica said, reaching out and grabbing his hand in hers, "Everything will be fine, you do have a point though. I find it amazing that you want to protect your dad so bad. You have a wonderful heart, and if it was up to me, I'd say go for it. We should tell all of our parents actually, I mean, they should be ready too right? But ultimately, it's Derek's decision, and I'm afraid he'll say no .."

"I just want him safe, the Alpha's will fight us tomorrow night, and I just keep thinking about what would happen if he weren't safe .."

"Stiles, I think the same about my parents. There's not a day that goes by that I don't about what would happen if maybe none of us might walk away from this fight .. But I have faith in you, Derek, Scott, Allison and the rest of the pack that we'll get through this as a family."

Stiles nodded once, squeezing her hand in assurance, "You're right, Erica, thank you so much. You really helped me out here."

"Anytime Stiles, don't ever hesitate to ask me for any help or advice okay?" she said, sending him a reassuring smile. Just then, the waitress came to take their order.

"How can I help you two?" said a petite, long haired female.

"I'll have the breakfast platter, and some coffee." Said Erica, closing her menu, "Cream and Sugar please?" she finished, with a polite smile. The waitress smiled back, and turned towards Stiles.

"And how about for you pumpkin?" she asked.

"I'll have the same, thank you." He said closing the menu and handing it to her. She told them that their food would be right out, and then headed back to the kitchen.

"So Stiles, when are you gonna find a girlfriend?" she asked, reverting back to the old, blunt Erica she always seemed to be.

"When the time is right I guess, I mean given the situation, I don't think I'd be getting anyone for a while."

"What do you mean?" she asked, cocking her head to the side in puzzlement. Why is it that regardless of the fact that her and Isaac weren't related, they had the same tendencies?

"I meeaann .." he began, annunciating his words, "right now isn't a good time for love, besides who do I even talk to besides the pack? And everyone's taken in there anyway so .."

"Not everyone." She said, taking a sip of her water. She flipped her long hair back, and adjusted her tight leather jacket. Erica had always been beautiful, but after the bite, she was absolutely stunning.

"Not everyone?" he asked, raising an eye brow. Just then, the waitress came back with their coffee, mentioning that their food was just about ready and that she'd be back in a couple of minutes.

"Derek's single." She said, giggling. Really Erica? Now's not a good time to play Make-Fun-Of-My-Love-Life, Stiles thought, he just scoffed and continued ripping up pieces of his napkin. "What? I'm serious."

"Derek? Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome? The leather bound werewolf that seems to throw my life into utter chaos and discord? No thank you." He said, rolling his eyes.

"I can see the way you two look at each other Stiles. I might be narcissistic, but not blind. I used to look at you, the way you look at him."

"Erica, I do NOT like Derek, there's something wrong with you. I think the blonde is getting to you, maybe you should go back to being a brunette." He said, shifting in his seat.

Erica felt his heart skip a beat, and noticed the smallest drip of sweat trickle down his forehead as she smiled one of the slyest smiles she could possibly smile, "You just lied to me."

"N-No I didn't, what are you talking about?" he stammered, taking a huge swing of his coffee. The heat from the drink burned his throat, and he began to cough loudly.

"Oh Stiles," Erica laughed, "You can't hide what's truly there. I mean, you two have been spending a lot of time together, am I right?"

"Yes but –"

"Not to mention, he's staying at your house." She said, putting a finger on her chin as she recalled a few past events.

"I know but –"

"Then there was the night he almost chewed Boyd's head off for shoving you into the ground and insulting you."

"Ok Erica, I can –"

"Also the fact that he almost always goes to you for any type of help, or if he needs any research on, meaning you're his go-to person for any problems."

Stiles sighed heavily, "Just what are you getting at, you seductively attractive but insanely crazy werewolf?"

"He might like you back." She said, with a shrug of her shoulders, "Remember, I'm an expert at the male race, don't ever think I don't know a thing or two about boys." She winked, as the waitress came back with their food. Stiles began to dig in, as he muttered to himself.

"I don't like Derek .."

"We'll see, hun. We'll see." She said, beginning to eat her meal.

Free from any pack activity at the moment, Lydia Martin took the time to go to the Beacon Mall, located just out of the town's boundaries. As she walked into the massive building, she stopped to adore the scene which she hasn't viewed in a long while, the bustling of shoppers here and there, holding bags of clothes, electronics, and other items. She truly felt at home, as she sighed and headed for one of her favorite stores: New York and Company.

As she walked into the store, her white heels clicked loudly on the ceramic floor, gaining the attention of one of the associates, Alicia. She strode towards Lydia, her old friend and poked her from behind. Lydia let out a squeal, and then turned to see her attacker, but smiled and hugged her instead.

"Alicia! How are you? I didn't know you still worked here!" she exclaimed, pulling Alicia in for another tight hug. Alicia is the one that gave Lydia her sense of fashion and prowess.

"I'm alright, and yourself? Sheesh, it's been so long since I've seen you in the mall. What have you been up to?" she asked, smiling. She straightened her black cardigan, and gestured for Lydia to follow her to the new section dedicated to heels.

"I've been .. busy. You know, with school and I've been hanging out with some friends lately, searching for good colleges, how's business? I thought you'd forgotten about me."

"Forget about Lydia Martin? The girl who once met the quota for the month? Never! I've been promoted to supervisor, you know .. if you're looking for a job, I can get you in."

"Thanks for the offer Alicia, but I'm alright. I just need to focus on me for now, congratulations on the new position though. I blame you for buying so much clothes, you taught me everything I know about social relevance."

"I see you're still the same. How are your parents?" she asked, "I hear your Dad's been buying businesses left and right."

"Yeah, they're alright. I just don't spend much time at home anymore, I've been way too busy. Life is …. Full of surprises."

"You know, there's no one else that can help you like your parents could," said Alicia, as a customer walked up to her for help, "Oh man, I'll catch up with you another time Lydia, take care okay?"

"Alright Alicia, be careful." Said Lydia, as she shopped around some more. She couldn't help but think about what she had said, There's no one else that can help you like your parents could. She was absolutely right, which made her think about how she's been lying to her family for months now. She contemplated coming out to them, and telling them about everything, about the pack, about the oncoming danger they were soon coming to face, but she quickly shook it off, deciding that it was too risky, besides, there was a pair of heels in the store across the mall that was calling her name.

She walked past the fountain in the middle of the mall, and headed towards the food court, passing by a sign that advertised a new band. The food court was smaller than she remembered, but she didn't mind. She headed off towards The Salad Bistro, and ordered a basic chicken salad, and sat down to eat. The mall buzzed with the sounds of people eating, children crying for toys their parents didn't buy them, and the occasional business call. She began to think about how all this could change in one night, how if they'd lose the fight, this place would be a refuge of people fearing werewolves. How could her life change is just a simple flash? Allison and Scott could've kept her in the dark about the supernatural world beyond the atmosphere of the small Olympian town, she would've been oblivious to the surroundings of peril and danger haunting her every move, and most of all she'd still remain the Queen Bee at her school. That's when she caught glimpse of it, the fire that erupted in the middle of the room, burning the tables surrounding it. She caught a glimpse of water floating through the air, and suddenly, the wind began picking up, and the earth began to shake. She was flung from her seat, as she began to feel a burning pain engulf her, surrounding her in darkness, before a huge bright light shined down the area. She got up to her feet slowly, her hair in a wild mess, her clothes ripped and bloody, and in the middle of the room, stood a group of people, dead, motionless and of those people, she recognized her pack, her family, her friends.

She felt something spring to life, and Lydia was back in the mall, the normal sound of people shopping and eating taking over once more. The room was normal, no bodies, no blood, no fire, no anything out of the ordinary. She just saw something, she knew that it had to be a vision, a premonition, something. She whipped out her phone and called the one person she could talk to for something like this. The other person answered, and in a frantic, hushed tone, Lydia responded.

"Ms. Morrell? I need your help." She said, as she began to tell her about the omen she just received.

Peter, Derek, and Dr. Deaton were sitting at Deaton's office, discussing a few weakness that the Alpha's might or might not have. They couldn't find much, however, they did discover that Alpha Packs are weaker when they are separated from the others.

"So, you're saying that if we split up, and each Alpha comes for us separately, then they're weaker than us?" asked Derek.

"Precisely," began Deaton, "You see, an Alpha werewolf is most powerful within the confines of its pack, but if you catch an Alpha alone, it's average strength is a little over a Beta's. Rendering it helpless in a fight against more than one werewolf."

"Okay, so let's say in my pack, the humans are hidden, but armed .. in order to catch the Alpha's off guard, can one of the humans be able to kill it?"

"It's a fairly fifty, fifty chance, but if you use wolfsbane enticed bullets, it should do the trick. You should take some Mountain Ash with you as well, that way you can trap them in a certain boundary you're familiar with, giving you a sort of .. home field advantage."

"That's a good idea .." said Peter, who'd been looking at the various chemical compounds Deaton had in his storage locker, "Pick them off one by one .. we might have a shot."

"Deaton, I have to ask you one last thing." Said Derek, who began to get nervous. He didn't know how sure of this he could be, but it could help in the future to come. Deaton nodded, and Derek thought he'd might as well just say it, "I might need your help, I know you're much more capable at hand to hand combat than others give you credit for. Please, fight with us."

Deaton paused, and walked over to the window. He stared out for a long time, deciphering the thoughts that were playing over his mind. He hadn't taken on a mission against wolves in a long while, though he figured he couldn't be too bad at it. "I'll join you." He replied, looking over to them, before a sound of a female clearing her throat broke the silence.

"I know for a fact, that you weren't planning to join this fight without me." Said Ms. Morrell, who had her arms crossed over her chest. Lydia was standing behind her, as she smiled awkwardly.

"I'm sorry Derek, I didn't know who else to turn to .." she said, shrugging her shoulders, "We need to talk anyway."

"It's alright Lydia, what do you need to talk about?" he replied, motioning for both Morrell and Lydia to sit down.

"I was at the mall, looking for heels .. I found these great sapphire ones for the Spring Fling in April, and they only cost me two hundred and fifty dollars, talk about bargain shopping, although I was never one to bargain shop but –"

"Lydia. Please, is something wrong?" interrupted Derek, who rolled his eyes at the girl's obsession over fashion.

"Oh right, I'm sorry! Anyway, I was eating my lunch, and I saw this fire. It was burning everything in sight, I could even feel the blistering heat on my skin! Then I saw water floating all around the food court before I fell over in excruciating pain .. I felt an earthquake and then this blinding light appeared, and I saw all of us .. dead."

"Are you serious?" asked Derek, standing up in fear. He wasn't the type to show his fear out in public, but this was too odd. "We had the same dream."

"Same dream? Derek I was awake when this happened!" said Lydia, throwing her arms in the air, "Wait, you saw the same in a dream?"

"I think it's about time your power has been activated Ms. Martin." Said Deaton, flashing her a great smile, showing off his pearly white teeth. He walked over to her, and out a hand on her shoulder, staring into her eyes.

"What do you mean, my power?" she asked, interest peaking the sound of her voice, "Am I some supernatural werewolf too?"

"No, my dear .. you're a visionary. A being who is able to see the future before it occurs. Although you may see what's ahead in life, the future can also change its course. Out of the bodies in the mall, did you Ms. Morrell and I amidst the dead?"

"No, I didn't …" she replied, looking down. Since when has she been able to do these types of things? At least now she knew she was good for something, maybe this might help them.

"That's because Deaton and I hadn't joined your pack yet," interjected Ms. Morrell, "Now that we have, we might be able to change everything. Don't you remember all of those times I told you to open up? It was because I wanted you to see your true potential. You're a visionary Lydia, a very powerful one at that."

Lydia was by all means flabbergasted, she couldn't wait to tell the pack the news that she has a special power, "But that doesn't explain why Derek had the same vision in a dream."

"I saw the Alpha's dead, not us." Said Derek, "Maybe the future was telling us we'd win, but now fate's telling us we're going to lose."

"Not necessarily Derek, if I can mend the two similarities between these visions, it'd be that they both shared elements, meaning that whoever wields those elements, can cause the deaths of both your pack, and theirs. It's telling you that elements will play a huge part in the future."

Derek contemplated the thought of that. He pictured some sort of connection between the fight and the elements that surrounded them but couldn't make anything of it. Now that he's recruited all he needs for the fight, he was ready.

Tomorrow, as the big day. The day they fight for their lives.

Well, what do you guys think? I hope I made some sense lol, if anyone can guess what type of universe Ms. Morrell and Deaton are working for, you win a kiss :* lol, I'll give you a hint, there's lots of … Evil. MUAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Next Chapter is the one we've been waiting for so far :p btw, I made an album of the actors who i think should portray the Alpha Pack. I couldn't find a good modeling picture of Dylan and Cole Sprouse, so just imagine them playing Ethan and Aiden. anyway, you can see the album on my Flicker account. just look up SmokeWithA_Gun, or if anything, I'll just post the link at the bottom, but i'll seperate some of it so FFNET doesn't erase it. Also if you guys would like to be friends & talk out of then my Skype name is SmokeWithA_Gun also (:

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