Confluent (1)

➵ Human Torch

▸ The Great Escape - Boys Like Girls

"Unit Five heading northwest on Crescent reporting an incredibly large...something." Officer Clark, Hayden's older sister, spoke through the police radio. Stiles, Scott and I were currently following the police cars in Stiles' jeep. The red and blue lights emitting their color onto the trees and the water covered road at night.

"Unit Nine, to Dispatch, I think I've got my eyes on the same thing. Some kind of rabid animal." A male voice came through. Stiles momentarily looked at Scott.

"Stiles, why do you have a police radio in your car?" I asked, leaning forward from the middle seat in the back. "Did you steal this?"

"Unit Five to Nine, trust me, that's no animal." Clark said.

"Uh, it's been temporarily misappropriated." Stiles winced out, looking at me through the rear view mirror.

"Unit Six to Dispatch. We have a situation downtown. Multiple fatalities." A familiar voice that sounded like Officer Strauss.

"Stole it, gotcha." I nodded. Note to self, keep the Stoll brothers and Stiles away from each other.

"Copy, medics on the way. Do you have a perp in sight, Unit Six?" A man asked through the radio.

"Negative. Looks like a 10-91E, animal attack." Strauss informed.

"10-4, can you say what kind of animal?" The voice asked. Stiles grabbed the walkie-talkie off of the radio and held down the side button to talk into it.

"All units stay back. Do not engage. I repeat, do not engage." Stiles told the officers.

"Stiles, get off the radio." Sheriff Stilinski scolded Stiles. I giggled, clamping a hand over my mouth. Stiles squinted his eyes at me.

"Sorry, sorry. I just find it funny that he said it like that. He made it seem as if you do this on a regular basis." I trailed off to see Scott and Stiles stare at one another. "You do this regularly, don't you?"

"All unit alert. Wait for back-up. Repeat, no one goes near this thing." Sherriff Stilinski directed.

"Maybe." Scott sheepishly shrugged.

"Unit Five reporting a sighting on Hill Road southbound." Officer Romero reported.

"Unit Nine, I've got it turning off Oakridge, southbound on Beachwood." A man stated.

"All units, this is Dispatch. We've got a 911 call with additional sighting on Mitchell."

"Wait a second? Beachwood to Mitchell?" Stiles asked.

"It's headed back for the hospital." Scott concluded.

"Oh...that doesn't sound good." I muttered. Stiles grabbed the walkie-talkie again.

"Dad-"

"Stiles, get off of this channel."

"Dad, just listen to me, okay? It's headed for the hospital, all right? He's headed for Beacon Memorial. You hear me? It's headed for the hospital."

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"Unit Five, Clark, I need eyes on Parrish. Does anyone have Parrish's 20?" Sherriff asked.

"All units, we have a 911 emergency call reporting a man on fire running inti Beacon Memorial." Dispatch informed.  My eyes widened. I looked at the boys to see them wearing the same facial expression.

"That's not good." I muttered.

"Clark, disregard."

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