"Werew—werewolves?" Hardison was gaping at him. "Eliot, you're telling me you think those guys are actual werewolves?"
"Yeah." Eliot leaned closer to the surveillance footage, studying the group. They were young—oldest probably was only early twenties, and the others looked to be late high school or early college. "You can tell by the way they're sniffing the air. It's a very—"
"I swear to God, if you say 'very distinctive' right now, I'm—" Hardison mimed strangling him. "And now we got to go back to the first bit of that, because werewolves are real?"
"Yes, werewolves are real!" Eliot groaned and scrubbed his face; this job was not as simple as they'd been led to believe. "Parker, get out of there. We need to—"
Someone knocked on the door of the van, and Eliot swore under his breath. He swore again when he saw the person knocking was wearing a sheriff's uniform.
"Gentlemen." The sheriff smiled; it didn't quite reach his eyes. "I'm Sheriff Stilinski, and I believe you're trespassing. I'm going to need you to come down to the station with me."
As Hardison started stammering out an explanation, Eliot looked back to the surveillance footage and saw one of the kids—the only human out of the bunch—look directly at the camera, smile, and wave.
Yeah. There was definitely more to this job than they'd been told.
Leverage/Teen Wolf, Eliot, Hardison, Sheriff Stilinski, The Werewolves Aren't The Problem
"Yeah." Eliot leaned closer to the surveillance footage, studying the group. They were young—oldest probably was only early twenties, and the others looked to be late high school or early college. "You can tell by the way they're sniffing the air. It's a very—"
"I swear to God, if you say 'very distinctive' right now, I'm—" Hardison mimed strangling him. "And now we got to go back to the first bit of that, because werewolves are real?"
"Yes, werewolves are real!" Eliot groaned and scrubbed his face; this job was not as simple as they'd been led to believe. "Parker, get out of there. We need to—"
Someone knocked on the door of the van, and Eliot swore under his breath. He swore again when he saw the person knocking was wearing a sheriff's uniform.
"Gentlemen." The sheriff smiled; it didn't quite reach his eyes. "I'm Sheriff Stilinski, and I believe you're trespassing. I'm going to need you to come down to the station with me."
As Hardison started stammering out an explanation, Eliot looked back to the surveillance footage and saw one of the kids—the only human out of the bunch—look directly at the camera, smile, and wave.
Yeah. There was definitely more to this job than they'd been told.