Scott held Braden's phone up, he seemed attentive to the words printed on the screen, his eyes followed from left to right then from top to bottom, as he was reading the content of a message before handing it back to its owner, who was standing in front of him.

"So you were sent the coordinates of our location?" he asked.

"Exactly," she confirmed

"But you came prepared, like... you already knew what to do out there,"

The young man had so many questions , he struggled to know which one to ask first, curious and confused he continued, "Why did you ask about Parrish?"

"I was under the impression that he'd be there before me, I was only supposed to show up as back up," she answered .

" And this Guardian Angel gave you that... impression?"

"It started with a tape cassette, like the ones made by the benefactor, I listened to it closely then went on the URL I was assigned and that's when I received a text message containing one word..." Braden paused and sighed for a moment.

"And what was the word?" Scott urged her to continue.

"Lydia," she stopped again, but this time Scott didn't say anything, his look was enough to indicate his serious need for extra details.

" When I looked back at my computer screen, I realized what it was and understood what I needed to do... It was Loraine Martin's code and the key was Lydia,"

" The code ... for the... deadpool?"

"More of a to-do-list designed especially for me, a list of missions that I was to carry, it said that I'd get the locations an hour before I was supposed to execute them," she finished.

" What were these missions about? And... how do you know that this person can be trusted?"

" Scott, last time this happened, It turned out a banshee was behind it all, I didn't want to wait around for people to die for me to move,"

A banshee, she said... The Alpha could recall the vision that Lydia had in the bus, the one that they weren't so sure they could trust.

Nothing was set in stone but the pieces seemed to fit. His thoughts were promptly interrupted by his mother's voice, who was heading towards the both of them as they were standing in the middle of a hospital hallway.

"Everyone is being taken care of right this moment, sure you don't need anything?"

"It's alright mom, I am fully healed, but I am worried about the others, I've never encountered those creatures before, I don't think their injuries are as usual ones, it's taking them longer to heal... then there's Stiles and Lydia..."

Melissa put a hand on her son's shoulder to provide some comfort, she could read the stress claiming his face. As she opened her mouth to utter some alleviating words to him, the double door at the end of the corridor shot open giving way to Parrish who barged in carrying an unconscious young woman in his arms, "SOME HELP HERE PLEASE!!"

He stopped running along once she dissappeared behind the operating room's doors, she was left in the caring hands of Mrs. MCcal, Scott and Braden joined him for a much needed and influent conversation.

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"A banshee?" the werewolf asked.

"Yeah she reached out to me earlier tonight, she asked me to find her..."

"So that's why you were late ... I believe you were supposed to find her few hours sooner," commented Braden.

"What's with that by the way? She said something about me not being supposed to be where I was,"

"My mission was to back you up at the scene of the attack against Scott, I believe she made direct contact with you since you're both connected, but somehow you missed the memo," explained Braden.

"In the car... The radio..." muttered Parrish to himself

Scott chimed in and attempted to align the bits and pieces in their proper order,

"So this banshee uses the code for the deadpool just like Meredith did, but instead of a kill list she makes a task list for Braden, she contacts Lydia in order to warn us about something terrible coming our way, she gives away a start line, then she tries to contact Parrish to find her since he's the harbinger of death that's actually present in town, he misses the first sign and that's how he doesn't find her in the right time and she doesn't get to tell him about us and the attack...? Do I have everything right? Usually Stiles does the case work and analysis of things..."

" No, it's fine! That was spot on actually!!" Braden comforted him.

Parrish's gaze dropped to the floor as soon as Scott finished speaking, he stood still and allowed his demeanor to describe his state of mind, as more doubt crept in on his soul imbuing his lungs with guilt, he couldn't help but think things would have been a lot worse if Braden didn't save the day, things could have been a lot better if he held himself together.

He'd rather feel the pain of claws digging through his chest anytime, if it meant getting rid of that intoxicating culpability.

The two others didn't seem to notice, they were more focused on the next step in the program since Braden announced it, "Speaking of start lines, Scott, you and I have somewhere to go to in a few hours,"

"Where...?" he asked.

" You said that the banshee contacted you through Lydia, and she gave you a place to start from,"

"Right, that house where the Dread doctors kept the chimeras in, in that basement..." Scott concluded.

" Yes, part of my task is to accompany you there,"

"It has to be just the two of us?" he wondered.

"Yeah, I have a feeling it has to be that way, though I am not a hundred percent sure, The list doesn't insist on the two of us being the only ones..."

What if it had to be just them? On the other hand, what if it hadn't ? It was not exactly a matter of < Damned if you do and damned if you don't > but it was definitely a matter of life or death. Going alone could turn out to be fatal to them and bringing someone along could be fatal to that person instead.

Scott despised the position of uncertainty he was in, not sure anyone else would envy him for that spot to be frank. His thoughts were not rudely interrupted when his phone buzzed, the alpha picked up immediately after seeing the caller ID,

" Deaton? Sorry I didn't get the chance to call and inform you that we were already back in Beacon Hills,"

"It's alright Scott, I was hoping to catch you before you arrived but..."

"Why is that? Something happened?" asked Scott.

"You can say that..." Deaton declared as he looked over at Theo, still unconscious but seemingly stable, The vet then continued, " I just wanted to warn you about something to keep an eye out for, an unidentified and apparently dangerous creature running around Beacon Hills,"

"I am not sure but... I think we had a front row seat to their show at our arrival,"

" You were attacked?" worried Deaton.

Mason, Corey and Peter, looked around at him shocked by those words.

" Yes, we are at the hospital right now and it looks like everyone will be fine... I hope,"

"I see, we'll be heading your way, Theo has been injured, and I need to examine other victims for more information about the creature, "

Scott put his phone back in his pocket after ending the conversation with Deaton.

His former boss had just informed him that he'd dealt with the monster that attacked them, he had to wonder if it happened simultaneously, in which case there are more of them...

He did get a chance to see that there were multiple assailants therefore it wasn't a far fetched possibility.

What about the dread doctors? How were they linked to all this? What was he going to find in that house? And the Guardian Angel? What of it? Was it the banshee? Or was it deeper and more intricate than that?

His thoughts leaned toward Stiles as his face popped in his mind, he'd have been really helpful at that moment, more so helpful than himself, the werewolf thought.

He stood right outside his best friend's room door, his feet had walked him there while his head was doing all that thinking.