"So you'd rather get into a black van with tinted windows then let someone shoot your girlfriend... Interesting to know." Stiles said nothing. They had been driving for almost two hours now, with Stiles in cuffs and a blindfold. "The boy still won't talk." He heard someone say. "Give him time... I'm sure our way of doing things will have him spilling what he knows quicker than we can write."
With a screech the van braked and they dragged Stiles out by his hair. The blindfold was ripped off and his heart sank. They were in the middle of nowhere. "No one can help you out here, boy. Just us, you, and the cages." His body quivered at that word. Cages, he didn't think they meant the jungle gym cages he used to climb on.
Still he said nothing as they led him into a dark house and shoved him downstairs into a basement. "Tommy will be here in a moment. I suggest that you start talking if you want to avoid a lot of excruciating pain." With a slam, the door closed and Stiles yanked at the cuffs. Hours went by before he heard the door open with a loud creaking noise.
"You must be Stiles. I'm sure my team has told you who I am." Tommy sat down across from Stiles and sighed. "I'm know that's not comfortable, here..." He went to the other side and unlocked the cuffs. He sat down again and smiled, "Better?" Rubbing his wrists, Stiles nodded. "My team was a little too harsh, and they are being dealt with as we speak. You see... I've been watching you Stiles. I think that you would be a great fit here, with us." Stiles frowned and spoke for the first time since he had been taken, "Us? What is this place?"
Tommy pulled a badge out of his pocket and slid it across the table. "Secret Services. Like the FBI but, well, a secret. We blend in with normal people, stalking out the bad guys. I think you'd be good with that." Stiles shuddered, "And if I call you crazy and refuse?" Tommy smiled coldly, "Then I'd tell my team to go kill your girlfriend. Lydia is it?" Stiles shook his head, "Okay. Fine, we have a deal. I'll join your club... Just don't hurt Lydia. Or any of my friends."
Tommy smiled, "Attaboy Stiles." He slid a different badge across the table and stood slowly. "You're first assignment goes to your school. Tell anyone about us and you'll be sorry, Sandy has your gun and clothes... Don't make me regret this." Stiles stood up quickly, "That's it? No training or notes." Tommy sighed in annoyance, "We have no notes on him, all we know is that he is a murderer hiding in a high school. Your high school. As for training... I think you'll be fine."
With that he left and Stiles' life as a secret agent started.
Agent Stiles. I think I like the sound of that, what about you guys? Please leave a review and follow and all that great stuff! Tune in next time for when Stiles goes back... But he can't tell his friends he's an agent.
-Katrina