Argent raises an eyebrow in Malia’s direction before turning his attention back to the young man in front of him. He has his hands up, and is looking anxiously between the Malia and the older man, as though he’s not sure what’s going to come next.
“Why not?” Argent asks.
“Because I have done nothing wrong?” He tries, and both of them give him a look. He sobers, pulling back to look elsewhere. “I’ll let you two discuss this.”
“Good.” Argent turns to face her again. “He could be a hunter working for Monroe.”
“No, he can’t. He’s a werewolf.”
“Being a werewolf doesn’t mean he’s a good person.”
“Yeah, well. We’ll figure that out as we go.” She pats Argent on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. If he turns on us, you’re free to shoot him.” That seems to satisfy the older hunter before they turn to face him again.
Malia knows Chris isn’t wrong to be suspicious. They’ve been in Chicago less than a day, and they already run into a werewolf supposedly in need of their help? But Malia’s trying to be a better person, so she adapts. She still regards this werewolf with a healthy amount of suspicion, but she’ll at least attempt to help.
“So. Who are you?”
“Tyler Lockwood.”
Chris frowns. “Aren’t you a little far west? They usually find Lockwood werewolves in Virginia.”
“Yeah, well. One, I’m the only Lockwood werewolf left. And two, Mystic Falls hasn’t exactly been home as of late.” Tyler crosses his arms in front of his chest. “But that’s not why I’m here. I’m here because you and I have stumbled into the same problem.
“Monroe?” Malia tips her head to the side curiously. “How’s that?”
“Because there’s a school full of supernatural kids in Mystic Falls who’s going to be in a lot of trouble if she finds them. And she’s already made strides in that direction.” Tyler holds out his hands. “I have information that could help you. All I ask is that you watch my back while we figure this out.”
Turns out Tyler is adaptable too. Malia glances over at Chris and he shrugs. “Fine,” Malia nods. “Tell us what you know, and we’ll work something out.”
Tyler nods. “Ever heard of a company called Triad?”
Chris’s brow furrows. “Defense contractors. Not much beyond that, though.”
Tyler nods. “They’ve got a hell of a backstory–basically if they catch you, they can erase you from the collective memory. It’s like you never existed.”
Chris and Malia look at each other again. “Perfect for someone like Monroe who wants to make the supernatural disappear.”
Malia nods. “Can kill people with no one remembering you killed them.” She turns back to Tyler. “You know for sure that she’s working with Triad?”
“Not yet, but she’s heading in that direction.” Tyler rubs a hand against his thigh, a nervous gesture. “We could really use some help from someone who understands what we’re up against.”
“I’ll call Scott.” Argent steps back to leave the room, glancing between the two of them before looking back at Malia. “Be right back.” It’s said with the tone that also means “be good” and Malia fights the urge to roll her eyes.
Tyler watches the older man leave, then smirks. “So, should I be more worried about him or you?”
“Definitely him,” Malia snorts. “Piss Chris off and you won’t see him coming.” She takes a step closer and holds out her hand. “I’m Malia, by the way.”
“Malia.” Then he pauses. “Like Peter Hale’s daughter, Malia.”
The context doesn’t chafe the way it used to, but she doesn’t thrill her that Peter’s reputation continues to precede her. “Unfortunately. That’s not going to be a problem, is it?”
Tyler shakes his head, before flashing her a smile. “Not at all. I’m pretty sure I’ve been in worse trouble.”
Tyler seems to be severely underestimating himself. But regardless, this should be fun.
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“Chris, don’t shoot him.”
Argent raises an eyebrow in Malia’s direction before turning his attention back to the young man in front of him. He has his hands up, and is looking anxiously between the Malia and the older man, as though he’s not sure what’s going to come next.
“Why not?” Argent asks.
“Because I have done nothing wrong?” He tries, and both of them give him a look. He sobers, pulling back to look elsewhere. “I’ll let you two discuss this.”
“Good.” Argent turns to face her again. “He could be a hunter working for Monroe.”
“No, he can’t. He’s a werewolf.”
“Being a werewolf doesn’t mean he’s a good person.”
“Yeah, well. We’ll figure that out as we go.” She pats Argent on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. If he turns on us, you’re free to shoot him.” That seems to satisfy the older hunter before they turn to face him again.
Malia knows Chris isn’t wrong to be suspicious. They’ve been in Chicago less than a day, and they already run into a werewolf supposedly in need of their help? But Malia’s trying to be a better person, so she adapts. She still regards this werewolf with a healthy amount of suspicion, but she’ll at least attempt to help.
“So. Who are you?”
“Tyler Lockwood.”
Chris frowns. “Aren’t you a little far west? They usually find Lockwood werewolves in Virginia.”
“Yeah, well. One, I’m the only Lockwood werewolf left. And two, Mystic Falls hasn’t exactly been home as of late.” Tyler crosses his arms in front of his chest. “But that’s not why I’m here. I’m here because you and I have stumbled into the same problem.
“Monroe?” Malia tips her head to the side curiously. “How’s that?”
“Because there’s a school full of supernatural kids in Mystic Falls who’s going to be in a lot of trouble if she finds them. And she’s already made strides in that direction.” Tyler holds out his hands. “I have information that could help you. All I ask is that you watch my back while we figure this out.”
Turns out Tyler is adaptable too. Malia glances over at Chris and he shrugs. “Fine,” Malia nods. “Tell us what you know, and we’ll work something out.”
Tyler nods. “Ever heard of a company called Triad?”
Chris’s brow furrows. “Defense contractors. Not much beyond that, though.”
Tyler nods. “They’ve got a hell of a backstory–basically if they catch you, they can erase you from the collective memory. It’s like you never existed.”
Chris and Malia look at each other again. “Perfect for someone like Monroe who wants to make the supernatural disappear.”
Malia nods. “Can kill people with no one remembering you killed them.” She turns back to Tyler. “You know for sure that she’s working with Triad?”
“Not yet, but she’s heading in that direction.” Tyler rubs a hand against his thigh, a nervous gesture. “We could really use some help from someone who understands what we’re up against.”
“I’ll call Scott.” Argent steps back to leave the room, glancing between the two of them before looking back at Malia. “Be right back.” It’s said with the tone that also means “be good” and Malia fights the urge to roll her eyes.
Tyler watches the older man leave, then smirks. “So, should I be more worried about him or you?”
“Definitely him,” Malia snorts. “Piss Chris off and you won’t see him coming.” She takes a step closer and holds out her hand. “I’m Malia, by the way.”
“Malia.” Then he pauses. “Like Peter Hale’s daughter, Malia.”
The context doesn’t chafe the way it used to, but she doesn’t thrill her that Peter’s reputation continues to precede her. “Unfortunately. That’s not going to be a problem, is it?”
Tyler shakes his head, before flashing her a smile. “Not at all. I’m pretty sure I’ve been in worse trouble.”
Tyler seems to be severely underestimating himself. But regardless, this should be fun.