Toxic Waste

2. Mal

"Newbie's catching on quick." Was the first thing Scott had said upon Lydia's arrival. She'd been in the real world simulation room for all of two seconds before he was brought up again.
"Where is everyone?" Lydia asks. There are fifteen smaller cubicles in the simulation room, each one producing realistic holograms for the employees to practice swiping on. The holograms begin at the start of a green button on the far side of the glass cubicle. But they were all empty. All except one.
"Undetected." The robotic voice sounds over the room and Stiles holds up a woman's wallet for Scott to see like a proud child.

"He's persistent. I gave everyone else a break but here he is." Scott informs, crossing his arms. Stiles hits the go button again and a cityscape pops up in bright blue lights. He starts 'walking down the street' until a couple appears ahead. Accidentally bumping into the woman, Stiles then secretively swipes her hand bag while apologizing.
"Get him over here." Lydia says sternly.
"What are you going to do to him?" Scott asks with a curious grin.
"Nothing, yet." Lydia sighs. Scott gives her one last glance before whistling loudly. It catches Stiles attention, the boy stepping out of his cubicle before jogging over to them.

He was already eyeing Lydia. "Toots." He acknowledges her.
She shifts all of her weight to one foot and despite her heels, he was towering over her. Apparently he hadn't ever heard of personal space because he was literally right above her. One step forward and they would've been the same person.
"Take off your shirt." Lydia snarls.
"Should we ask Scott to leave?" Stiles smirks.
"The shirt." Lydia spits. She could hear his breathing skip a beat, get deeper. He was nervous. His Adam's apple bounced up and down and his eyes slid from hers momentarily.
"Why?" There was no longer confidence in his voice, no playful or flirty tone. In fact, he sounded a little weak, maybe even afraid. It wasn't a big deal right? She'd seen him with his shirt off only days before. But the thing that frightened him now was the fact she would actually be looking, paying attention. She would see them.

"Let's clear this up right now; I am basically a miniature version of Parks and unless you want a personal visit to his office, you listen to what I say and I say off." She all but spits. With a deep breath and an unsure look, his shirt was pulled over his head. And he looked ashamed, staring down to the floor nervously as Lydia began to examine his chest. She counted eleven little scars on his skin, her fingertips brushing over the one closest to his heart and he flinches at her touch.

"What kind of gun was it, did you know?" She asks. Stiles lifts his gaze, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from yelling at the girl. Was she purposely trying to antagonize him?
"Are we done here?" He growls.
Lydia gives a small nod. "Have Isaac give him give him minimal gun training to start out then we'll work our way up from there." She looks him straight in the eye while commanding Scott.

He seemed to become more frightened but she was already leaving the room causing him to yell after her, follow her even.
"Wa-wait, gun training? Toots, I can't do that!" His heart lurched. He simply couldn't.
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"You've got your standard M9, G18, handgun." Isaac points out across the inventory table. The second floor of the three story camp they had was purely inventory. On the left side were tables with frames and cabinets and storage for stolen goods. The right side, weaponry. Machine guns lined the walls in glass cases, all other guns displayed on tables. The drawers underneath held knives and the big metal cabinets lining one wall kept Allison's personal favorite, archery. There were targets in a soundproof room off to the side and a large safe in between either side of the room that held all of the money.

"Machine guns." He gestures to the back wall. "M16A1, M4A1 and a few modified ones that Derek rigged up himself." Isaac stops strolling, turning to a scared shitless Stiles. ".22 caliber, 10 millimeter, 9 millimeter....try one out if you'd like."

Stiles was pale, no color in his face whatsoever and the room felt too small. A 9 millimeter. He subconsciously felt his wounds through the material of his shirt.
"Can we please leave." He states more than asks. "It's just... It's just too crowded in here." He tries to play it off with a fake smile but Isaac could tell he was a little uneasy. Plus the room was huge, there really was no possible way to get crowded in here. The curly haired boy nods and guides Stiles to the elevator.

When they arrived on the main floor, the tables already bustling with other employees. Loud calls of bets were being made over by a pair of guys arm wrestling. Another group of people watching a girl throw apples in the air before shooting them down with a knife and Stiles already began to feel a little better.
"We'll uh, we'll go back later. Right now let's grab some mush." Isaac pats him reassuringly on the back before leading him to what looked like a food line.

Mush. He'd heard the word repeatedly throughout the day and it didn't exactly sound appealing. He soon learned that mush was just another word for food and also a label for the cafeteria; mush hall. "My first word of advice," Isaac begins as they take their trays over to an empty table. "Don't tell anyone your sappy background story. If you show weakness it just makes you an easier target for god knows what some of the shitty people do in here."
Stiles scoffs. Target? Him? Please he could easily take anyone here down.

Isaac was looking around the room briefly before standing up and cupping his hands around his mouth. "YO MY MAN TON-AYE!" He shouts to whoever the hell Tony was. A large man from across the room gives him a salute causing Isaac to sit out of satisfaction. And when I say large, I mean large. Like giant large. He was tall and not fat but buff and his hands looked about as big as Stiles face. Okay maybe he couldn't take down that guy....

"He used to rip people's heads off." Isaac informs. "But like I said, easy target. Skin on bones as Mal would say. They'll pick you off and sit you down and tell you some bullshit like 'aye me mum died arbout uh week-er so ago' but it's a lie." He did a pretty good accent. Stiles laughed before he continued. "I'll introduce you to the good people around here. Speaking of..." He stands again. "HEY MAL. OVER HERE." Isaac waves his arms frantically around before Stiles could hear a scream.

He turned around just in time to see a girl running towards them. He assumed this was Mal. The girl leapt into Isaac's arms and wrapped her legs around his waist, giving him a big hug before leaning back so she could talk.
"Isn't it just and extravagant day!" She throws her arms about.
"Very extravagant indeed!" Isaac hollers before setting the girl down on a chair. She was a beautiful thing, tan skin, golden brown hair just a little past her shoulders and she seemed very smiley.

"How was the trip?" Isaac asks as they settle in.
Mal sighs dreamily. "It was wonderful. Greece is really a gorgeous place and the mission went well." She then continued to describe in detail how murdering those men was a great task and things were bloody but they finished early and got a day off. "Kira's putting away our things, she'll be here in a moment." She spoke differently, more formal than necessary. For a minute, Stiles thought she was ignoring him until she turned and looked him straight in the eye.

"They tried to separate us once but it didn't end very well." She says with a smile.
"For them or for you?" Stiles asks. She seemed surprised by his response. A gasp escaped her.
"I like him! Where'd you pick him up?" Mal turns back to Isaac who simply shrugs.
"Found him at the pound." He goes back to eating his food as the girl turns back to Stiles.

"I'm Malia Tate by the way." She beams before hopping out of her chair and jogging to the food line. Someone's a character.
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Authors note:

I'm feeling a double update. Anyone else feeling a double update?
Comment, read, enjoy!
-Chloe