Scott called suddenly.
"Scott, what's up?"
"Stiles and Parrish found some intel of possible weapon storage in the tunnels; want to come with me?"
"Sure," Liam answered the alpha, "I'll be there in fifteen."
"Who was that?" Nolan asked him.
"Scott, they might have found a place where the hunters are storing some weapons. We are going to go investigate; you should be safe to stay here. My dad is here; he's just sleeping."
"I'll be fine," Nolan assured him, "will you guys? I mean is it dangerous going in just the two of you."
"I don't think Scott is expecting an encounter," Liam told him, "we'll be fine."
"You know it might be a trap?" Nolan suggested.
"Of course, we do; Scott's the true alpha, we will be fine," Liam stared at his friend.
"Call me if you need back up," Nolan told him, "Mason, Corey, and I can be there in a second. Stiles, Lydia, and Parrish are one call away, and everyone else might have gone to check out the dead pack, but you and I both know they would be back in a second."
"I know," Liam said walking out the door.
"Why did we have to bring him?" Malia whined to her cousin.
"Because Theo's part of the team," he glared at her, "I might ask you why we had to bring him?"
"I'm useful," Peter smirked.
"I'm so glad not to be part of the Hale family," Argent looked over at Theo.
"Same," he chuckled, "so what do we know about this murder?"
"It looked like an ambush."
"An ambush on a pack of werewolves with super sense?" Theo questioned him.
"That's the concern."
They pulled in; police tape was surrounding the house that the pack was living out of. Argent got out and just started to walk under the tape.
"Do you have clearance for this?" Peter asked the man.
Argent flashed a few fake badges, "I think I'm covered."
"This is why I never trust an Argent."
They followed the man in.
"It smells like," Theo began.
"Terror," Malia finished for him.
"They were ambushed," Derek looked at the blood splattered on the walls and the floor.
"This was a massacre," Argent admitted.
"How did they not sense the hunters?" Peter wondered.
"I can't smell them now," Theo looked at him, "can you guys?"
"No, only the werewolves," Malia agreed.
"I think we figured out why they came back now," Derek stared at them, "they took away our preparation."
"We can't scent them; can we see them?" Theo looked around the room.
"They've had military sponsors," Argent suggested.
"New suits?" Theo looked at the man.
"Makes you invisible and covers your sense; the terror was from the pack having no clue what was coming at them."
"It's like a ghost, but worse."
"A ghost, with a gun filled with wolfsbane."
"Call Scott," Argent looked at Malia in a panic, "he said something about Stiles and Parrish finding footage of two hunters taking in weapons to the tunnels then leaving. He was taking Liam to investigate."
"The hunters are still in there," Derek looked at him, "they are walking straight into a trap."
Theo felt his heart racing instantly panicking about Liam.
"Let's go," Malia said, receiving no answer from Scott.
Derek called Stiles to tell Parrish, Lydia, and he to go save them, but he didn't answer either.
"I wonder if Corey can see through the tech," Theo added in.
"He might tell Mason and him to go to the station," Argent added.
Theo quickly called them. They actually picked up and rushed over to the station.
"What if they are already there?" Theo looked up.
"I think they are."
Lydia, Parrish, and Stiles were back in Stilinski's office; the man was off on a case for the weekend, leaving the three of them free range of the station.
"Something isn't right," Lydia said, "call Scott, get him back."
"He's fine Lydia," Stiles stared at his girlfriend.
"Call him," Parrish glared at him, "she's the banshee."
Stiles called Scott once again, no response, "there isn't service in the tunnels. He's fine; he took Liam." As he went to put down his phone, a bullet went right past his head. Parrish stood up pointing his gun at the empty station.
"What the hell?" Parrish looked around, suddenly bullets started flying. "Get down!"
Lydia quickly pulled Stiles down as Parrish blocked the door, "there's no one there there's just flashes from a gun."
"What are we fighting ghosts with guns?" Stiles said screaming through the gunshots.
Suddenly, they heard a car pull in and a few thuds as the shoot returned. This time more sporadic and not at them. Parrish stood up seeing two hunters lying there as a third one magically appeared, knocked out as Corey and Mason appeared in the middle of the room.
"Not ghosts," Lydia looked at them.
"Invisibility tech," Mason stared at them, "it blocks their scents too."
"We couldn't see them at all," Parrish shook his head.
"I can," Corey said meekly, "Theo called us and told us that's what they found at the murder scene. You didn't answer they were worried."
"Well, I couldn't answer," Stiles held up his phone, with a bullet hole in the middle of it.
"Thanks, you two saved us," the deputy nodded.
"How many are out there?" Stiles questioned.
"I don't think we want to know," Lydia mumbled as suddenly she collapsed to the ground.
"Lydia!" Stiles caught her as she fainted.
"Did she get shot?" Parrish crouched down beside him, looking her over.
"No, she looks like she was about ready to scream."
"She looks panicked," Mason told them, "I think she just saw something that scared her enough to make her faint."
"She's physically fine," Stiles held her in her arms, "guess we just have to wait until she wakes up."