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Teyla is acutely aware of the sterile smell of the air and the dim fluorescent overhead lights. She was not sure what she had been expecting. Maybe an abandoned warehouse or rundown shack. Certainly not an office building.
"This is the friend I was telling you about," Ford is saying. It has only been a few weeks but he looks different, sounds different. Something in the way that he moves, the bags under his eyes, the tone of his voice. Arrogant, authoritative. "Trust me Steve, she's clean. No ties to the police, FBI, or DEA. And if you don't believe me," he throws down some papers onto the table. "You can just take a look at her history."
The man across the table picks them up. Long, thin, fingers flip the pages. His clear blue eyes are set off by pale skin, his hair so blonde that it looks white, and she is sure that his suit costs more than her rent for the month. It feels as though she is at a job interview, until he says, "Possession of heroin with intent to distribute and solicitation. It seems we're out of your league."
"I ask that you keep reading." She sounds calm, she knows, but a small part of her is waiting for him to say that he is aware of what she really is.
His eyes meet hers and she feels a knot begin to form in her stomach. "As you wish." After a moment he looks up. "I see." He motions towards the man standing at the door. "Todd, meet Teyla. I believe that she will be an asset to our…business."
Steve and Todd look as though they could be brothers. "Come," Todd's voice is cold. "I will show you the facility."
Months later, when Ford is gone and Steve is growing suspicious, Todd is the closest thing that she has to a friend.