That scene between Stiles and Braeden with the gun really bothered me, so:
Stiles had always appreciated Malia’s very blunt delivery of very bad news, but it kind of sucked to be on the receiving end of it. Especially when the very bad news was a very dangerous contract killer wanting him very dead.
“Okay, uh, that’s disconcerting.” He decided to downplay the panic that stirred up, because what he knew of the Desert Wolf was that she was strong, terrifying, and very adept with firearms of all kinds.
And killing.
She was very adept at killing.
“I should probably have a gun.” He turned to Braeden, the closest haver of guns he knew of.
“I’m not giving you a gun.” She immediately answered without even thinking it through. Rude.
“You have a gun,” Stiles pointed out, “the Desert Wolf who is trying to kill me has a gun, I think I should probably have a gun.” This was just basic logic here; he was human and very vulnerable to being violently punctured by bullets, he couldn’t exactly put down some mountain ash or run up on her with a bat this time. He didn’t even want to be within bat-reaching distance of her, if he could help it.
Braeden just gave him an eyebrow raise in response.
Then, insultingly, she softly snorted to herself before she flicked on the safety on the pistol in her hand, popped the magazine and, to Stiles disbelieving horror, tossed the pistol at him.
Presumably with a chambered round still in it, because Braeden.
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