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STAN watched as the recruit followed behind the other man to the entrance of the barracks, "I've heard a lot about you, by the way, excited to see what you got" the man spoke before disappearing inside, "you see that?" Stan spoke turning to look at Margo, she didn't reply, "he's a cocky son of a bitch, I don't want you falling in with him, you understand me?".
Margo straightened her posture, "permission to speak sir?", he nodded his head, "with all due respect sir, if he does make it through the selection process will we not be on the same team, or working together?" she questioned, he glanced back at the bunker, "I don't want you picking up any bad habits, that's all" he mumbled.
Stan made his way past Margo up the stairs making it beyond clear that he was going to finish smoking and then return to his haven- the house- until he had to deal with the recruits.
Margo took this as her cue to leave and made her way to the barracks across the yard, she opened the entrance and slipped inside the one light overhead flickering into a dull brightness that only provided a minimal amount of visibility to her surroundings, the man from earlier was gone and the recruit was putting his things in his footlocker, he glanced over his shoulder to catch sight of Margo.
She ignored his gaze and walked across the thin strip between the two sides of beds before sitting down on her own, she watched the man for a few seconds before he paused what he was doing and slowly turned to look at her, "what?" he asked returning to what he'd been doing, she didn't reply instead continuing to watch him.
"Is there something you want?" he asked as he finished placing the last of his personal belongings into the footlocker, she watched him with a blank expression- she was trying to read him, she was trying to see if there was an ulterior motive here, one that was possibly beyond Stan- he turned to watch her crossing his arms over his chest, "what are you? His little puppet?" he gestured to the exit- Stan laid just beyond it inside the house- "no, I'm a recruit" she answered, he furrowed his eyebrows- it was his turn to try and get a read on her- she let his eyes wander over her knowing he would get little to no information from his analytic approach.
"God" he mumbled, "stop staring at me", she glanced away for a brief second to check her watch, it was close to one forty-five, "why are you so angry?" Margo questioned, he slightly furrowed his eyebrows as if he was questioning her question, "I'm not" he answered, he shoved his duffle bag into the footlocker closing the small metal door.
"Training starts at five tomorrow, if you're not up before that Stan will have your ass" she stated, the recruit gave her a slight nod, glancing back at the exit of the barracks Margo made a decision in those split seconds, "I'm Margo" she watched as his eyes flicked up to meet hers, "Mitch" he replied his voice holding no emotion she could try and relate to.
