A/N: Okay, so all I can do is apologise. MASSIVELY. School has been so, so tough in these last few weeks and I just have not had the time to sleep let alone write, so for that, I apologise. But, I do have an update today (albeit a very short one), which I hope will go towards earning forgiveness? :) And I will try so, so hard to update again soon.
An air of determination overtook Stevie as she retraced her steps and hoped to find herself back in the stable in which their night had started. Wincing as she heard three distant gun shots, Stevie slipped through a door to her left, closing it behind until she turned on the light and was horrified at what she saw..
*
"Look, will you keep up?! We have places to be." Max's voice emitted mostly as a growl, scratching his head as his hand seemed to burn with nervous energy.
"Do you want me to do this, or not?" Smithy stopped on the stop, uttering his ultimatum. The small voice in the back of his head scratched at his conscience, telling him not to kick up a fuss but it was different this time. This time, it wasn't just his life he was endangering and although logically, kicking up a fuss would put Stevie in more danger, Smithy's irrational thought patterns were telling him this was the best thing to do. Max merely grunted in response, hovering uncomfortably on the spot in anticipation.
Smithy gave a curt nod and Max continued leading the way until they reached an arms gallery - a variety of guns and targets were extended down a long, grey warehouse. "Go play, little boy." Max's laugh echoed down the container, reverberating off the metal ridges with an insincere quality. Smithy followed Max's order and tested out the guns with extensive delicacy and accuracy.
"Very good, Smithy, very good. But this isn't all you gotta do. Like I said, there's an job on at the airport, and we ain't having some new boy mess it up, alright? We're having a run through tomorrow, we'll pick you up at one."
With that, Max pushed Smithy out the warehouse and locked the door behind him, leaving Smithy to find his way back to Stevie in the ever-darkening night.
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Her breathing increased two-fold, as Stevie tried to take in the sight in front of her. To her right were little piles of dirty clothes, broken toys and bags of packaged up food. But it was what was to her left that Stevie found most shocking. Edging forwards slowly, Stevie held her breath in anticipation and made her move.