Outcasts By Design

Chapter VIII

Chapter VIII
Files

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"So, Y/N L/N" Sally's father started, moving the files to the side and placing his hands right under his chin.

"Do you know who I am?"

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3rd person POV

"Nope." Y/N said nonchalantly.

Silco's face immediately shifted into confusion. Everyone knew who he was, zaunite or topsider. So to him, this girl was either an idiot or a hermit.

"Excuse me? You don't know who I am?" He asked, almost annoyed.

"Well maybe if I knew your name I'd have a better idea of who you are." Y/N said as if it was fairly obvious.

"Silco"

Y/N's eyes narrowed as she thought back to where she'd heard the name before. She's pretty sure Caitlyn, Marcus, and other enforcers have mentioned it. Someone crucially important, Silco...

"Oh! You're the big boss around here, right? Top Dog of the Undercity." Y/N remembered.

"So you have heard of me. Good, then you should know that it won't turn out good for you if you don't comply." Silco said.

Silco menacingly glared at Y/N while Sevika just watched with piqued interest. Y/N however, was sat there completely unfazed. This entire interaction was exciting for her. Was there a chance that she would get shot again? Yes. And that made it even more thrilling. The wild child thrives off danger.

"So" Silco started "Start by telling me who you are. And don't think about skipping any relevant information."

"Alright. My name is Y/ N L/N. I'm 18 years old. I work at a bar called Trox on the Rocks. I'm 5'8. I'm technically an orphan and...that's all I got."

Silco narrowed his eyes and Sevika's eyebrows furrowed .Y/N sensed the bits of irritation radiating off the man. He flipped through the files on his desk before placing it flat down on the table. He flipped it and pushed it in her direction. Y/N looked towards the file and her eyes widened slightly. It was the entire file from when she enrolled in the Enforcers Academy. Her stats, times, strengths, and everything.

"Wanna try again?" Silco said as he tapped the file.

"How'd you even get this?" Y/N asked.

It didn't seem she was concerned or even scared. Just borderline confused. Which confused both adults in the room with her. Y/N was definitely a strange one as they can now see for themselves.

"Try again." Silco repeated. His irritation was growing the longer Y/N stayed quiet.

"Try what again? This file is almost 4 years old."
Y/N argued.