"What are you smiling about?" Imogen questioned him as she set his plate of food in front of him and she set her own down as well. They didn't have a dinner table considering they had the island in the kitchen and they also spent almost every dinner...
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The pack decided that they needed to get rid of Gerard's weapons. In order to do that, they had Theo, Liam, Brett, and Mason lead the hunters away to a different location while the rest of the pack destroyed Gerard's warehouse.
Imogen was sitting on Scott's lap in the back seat with Isaac, Malia, and Lydia while Allison sat in the front with her dad. Omar stayed behind with Lori and Corey at the actual hideout they had.
"It worked." Allison said as she saw the message from Liam.
Malia huffed, "It's about time." She munched on the chips she brought while they waited.
"Wait." Scott said suddenly before anyone could get out of the car.
Imogen pursed her lips, feeling frustration bubbling up inside her, "I hear them, too." Though not even her frustration stopped her from taking some of the chips her cousin was eating. The salty taste soothing her hunger.
"Hear what?" Questioned both Lydia and Allison.
Isaac frowned, "Heartbeats." He glanced at his girlfriend who was nervously eating. At least it was better than her chewing on her nails.
"How many?"
"Ten?" Isaac offered with a furrowed brow.
"More." Imogen added, frowning that Malia didn't have anymore chips left and sighed.
Malia blinked, "Are we breaking in or not?" She crumbled the bag and threw it in the makeshift garbage bag that apparently Argent carried around in his car.
Chris sighed, "Not. The Armory should be empty by now."
