Garbage Disposal (Novella)

About the Bag

After finishing slipping on his dark and tight gear, weapon holsters situated all around the suit, Finn sighed. 

Yagnesh strode in from the opposite room, reaching towards the bag and quickly undoing it. He peered inside, flipping through the weapons. "Where are the shorter knives and close-quarter weapons?"

Crouching down, Finn unzipped the side of the bag, removing a dagger and passing it to him. "They're all hidden in different attachments to the bag and are sealed with a liquid I made... which was supposed to repel any scanners. I didn't think they would let me through if they saw them, but Mister Lee Han wanted me to bring them."

"They probably saw them. Their scanners are very good. But, they let Mister Taejun Lee Han bring through whatever he wants, so they would have allowed it." Yagnesh pulled out another knife, flipping it around and passing it to his other hand. He practised a quick swipe and smiled. "These are good." He turned to his partner. "What are your weapons of choice?"

Finn pulled out a short-sword and a longer device that contained several contraptions, one of which started immediately - a scan. "Mid-range. This one's a neutraliser - it stops targets from moving. But, this handy little weapon also does several other more useful things." A soft smile as he stared at the weapons. "Taejun helped me make it in middle-class." He flipped his wrist over and tapped one of his feet on the ground. Small blades came out, one of them leaking a liquid. "But, if need be, I can perform incisions in close-quarters quite easily." A pause. "It also has a poison that will kill in a few minutes. Pretty handy if it's absolutely necessary, but I prefer to keep everything mid-range if I can." He flipped the small devices back and looked up at Yagnesh, a grimace starting on his lips. "Did you..." He looked down, swallowing something back down his throat. "Agh..."

Yagnesh frowned. "Pardon?"

Finn gestured to Yagnesh's uniform. "Did you wash it... from your last use?"

Jerking his head forward, Yagnesh frowned again, not understanding what Finn was attempting to make clear. "What?"

Swallowing again, Finn pointed to a stain. "There's a... vomit... ugh, a vomit stain..." A hand covered his mouth.

A chuckle. "If you're squeamish about this, I don't know how you'll handle the scene."

"No..." Finn looked back up. "It's just disgusting. The yellow and brown... it's disgusting."

A frown. "Are you kidding me? We're about to go kill some people and you're worried about a stain?" A sigh. "If you're not cut out for this job, you will get killed. Don't get distracted. Get ready. Change. Your uniform's over there." He gestured to a pile of clothes dumped in the dirt on the corner of one of the buildings a few metres away.

Finn blinked. "It's dirty."

"Get changed."

A pause and Finn picked up the clothes, grimacing. He removed his clothes, placing them carefully on the ledge of a building.

"What are you doing?"

Finn glanced around at the man. "You said 'get changed'." 

"I'm talking about the clothes. They'll be thrown away." He walked up and grabbed the neatly folded, yet discarded, clothes and threw them into the nearest rubbish bin. "There's no point folding them."

Finn paused and swallowed. "I don't like my things dirty."

"You'll have to get over that fast."

"You just threw my clothes in a rubbish bin."

"They'll be picked up and ground. Best thing about the Upper Class is that no-one checks the bins. No need to worry about getting caught from that."