ANOTHER STORY ANOTHER TIME

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN * INTO NIGHT

Pavel started handing each member of the teams an earpiece,

"This will obviously allow us to communicate, but ' try to ' maintain silence as much as possible." Chris walked in front of them now, "I have two of these pads, I'll take one with team one, and Pavel will take the second with team two." Stiles turned to his three friends standing behind him, its better this way!", Liam looked confused but trusted Stiles, Alec though was a bit more aggravated. Pavel pulled his group to the back of the van, "We're taking the shorter route to the area outside of the captives and wait till team one gets into position as back up!" Stiles looked at the team, "Due to Chris's reconnaissance from the previous three nights we know that our boys will be in the lower deck of an old Metal roller coaster, so there will be gasoline, oil, grease and other flammable items so be careful of weapons fire, also remember if its wood it could be rotted and crumble away, so watch your footing!"

Stiles walked behind Pavel, there was a distinct smell in the air, a scent of an unknown source, then he figured it out, he angered quickly, turning Pavel around with a slight growl,

"I guess my scent is coming through, I tried to mask it as well as I could. Well, my young American friend, I am a Himalayan wolf, closely related to your African Golden Jackal." Stiles stared at him,

"Why did you keep this to yourself?" Pavel looked at him, "Really? how safe do you think I would feel around seven American wolves watching my every move?" Stiles bowed his head in agreement,

"Then your secret is safe with me!"

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Michael sat there, he could feel something in the air, almost a familiar something, but he couldn't place it. At this point everyone had their blind folds off, and they also had the tape from their mouths removed. There hadn't been a guard on them for the last twenty-four hours, so the soldiers knew something was up, and they were being diligent by not talking, but the young man that was brought in couldn't keep quiet, his demeanor prevented that,

"Who are you men, and why are you here?" Michael looked at him with distrust,

"How about you keep quiet, huh?" The young man looked at Michael,

"Look Lieutenant hard ass," He started, then Petey looked at him,

"Shut up stupid, he is a First sergeant, not a Lieutenant!" The young man quipped back,

"Even worse, just a grunt!" Michael looked at him,

"You're an arrogant ass, but since we all seem to be in this situation together, lets dispense with the hostilities and try to figure out what's going on!" The man looked at Michael,

"Okay Sergeant hard ass, I'm Jackson Whitmore, I'm from Beacon Hills California, then relocated to London, I was abducted from mine and my boyfriend's home, and have been drugged and brought from country to country for over five years now or more by these assholes, plus I'm not even sure I can walk nonetheless run, my muscle mass is gone to nothing, they barely feed me but yet they keep me alive and they never talk to me except for that weird one and he just calls me a dying pawn!" Michael looked at Jackson.

"Did you say Beacon Hills? That's where Stiles is from." Jackson smirked

"Stilinski, you know Stilinski?" Michael and Petey looked at each other, but Jacob was still asleep.