It's that kid. The one who hangs around Scott, constantly running his mouth.

(Scott should tell him it's dangerous to be that annoying.)

Style?

Turnstiles?

Stimulus?

Whatever. He's in the way. Derek needs Scott to focus. Grunting his displeasure, Derek straightens up and draws his eyebrows even closer together in a scowl. The kid's walking toward the house, but it looks like there's still someone in the jeep. He lifts his head and sniffs the breeze.

Two someones.