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Olive glanced her eyes around the room; thank full for how the goggles shielded her nervous looking eyes. Why does she want to work? to just do something else than rot in a cell all day? Or is it some more? Guilt for all the trouble she caused?
After a minute of thinking she answers, “ Well I guess I just want to help, being alone in a cage gives you plenty of time to … think”
Mal gave a couple of nods, but frowned.
“That’s only natural. No one wants to be cooped up in a cell. But there’s something you need to consider: This is CCT. Central Command. Not just anybody gets this position. They’ve been working with the company for years, seen it all, felt it all, held back the blood, sweat and tears to make it this far. The face of the company. The ones other facilities from the outside talk to. And the ones who handle the most dangerous tasks we have.
“I can’t take in anyone who can’t handle the job. If you can’t perform the way CCT needs you, then it’s back into that cell of yours. Because if I hire you, and you’re not prepared for either the long work hours or the Abnormalities we keep… well, you either die of stress or die of another Abnormality, and I get fired and locked up under bright lights permanently. Nobody wins and Lobotomy makes sure of that.
“No one here can afford for anyone to make a mistake. I can only hire someone who not only can do the job, but wants to. So, I’m going to ask again: why should I hire YOU for Central Command?”
Olive looks Mal in the eye, “because I want to work! I can push myself much further than any human agent!” Olive puts her clawed hands on the table, also streching her wings abit, “besides … you’d want a giant, strong and able abnormailty on you side? Wouldn’t you?” Olive was sounding confident as she made her case, “ do you even know where I came from?” Olive asked.
Mal smirked at all of this. “I don’t have your entire file on me, but I know the basics. Lived in a tent, volunteered at a bird sanctuary, joined Lobotomy and was a loyal worker in the Control Team for many years. At least until you decided to put that mask on.” Mal put her hands on the table, looking into Olive’s eyes with confidence, and her shit-eating smirk grew wider. “Yes, Olive, I would like a giant, stong and able Abnormality at my side. Know where I can find one?”
This test was not going to work. But if it did, Olive would have the advantage. Under the bright lights concentrated to keep shadows away from Mal, she wouldn’t be able to fight back.
Olive jaw opened, almost forming forming a smile as she leaned in, “Well your looking at her” Olive smirked, sounding more arrogant by the minute, “ would you like me to demonstrate ?” Olive asked again.
Mal’s eyes wandered to the floor for a couple of seconds before looking back up at Olive again. “As much as I’d love to, Olive, there’s two very important things to remember.” With both hands, she points to the armed guards on either side of her, who were stationed there to keep Olive safe from Mal. “So let’s take a roundabout way of proving yourself while not straining your eyes in here. I’m gonna list some of the Abnormalities I keep here in CCT, and I want you to show me how you’d go about keeping them contained. Now, I want you to give me your first impulsive answer, okay? Think on it for too long, and I’ll fail you instantly, okay?”
Olive nods her head; leaning back into her seat running her hands together, “ok Mal, hit me with your best shot”.
Mal nods. “Alright, if I task you into cleaning O-06-20-A’s cell, how would you go about it?” A trick question right off the bat? Again, Mal was testing her.
