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Normally, Liam didn’t take time to go through Civilian bodies. He had no need too, as their bodies mainly just laid waste to contraband that would just land them in trouble.
But he just couldn’t help himself after he learned that they were a bunch of foreigners who came for diplomatic reasons. Since, they wouldn’t have contraband, and in all seriousness, it was getting a bit too depressing attacking innocents like normal.
Well, sure he was trained for it, and very much accustomed to it, but that doesn’t mean he liked it. It was more like he tolerated it. He’s much better than someone like 004, who probably got his own kind of high off of killing someone.
Either way he soon found himself moving bodies around, checking their blood soaked pockets for anything he could possibly give to Caleb. Though, most of it was just wallets and paperwork, nothing that's really important besides the possibility of scrapping some guy’s phone or the car itself.
Those usually got them by for a good couple of months as it saves camp costs. If they’re lucky and Mad Dog was particularly happy about their results, he’ll let them eat better. Maybe even go into town and actually buy something for themselves.
He knows he let 004 do that, because he won’t shut up about it. Happily showing off his tattoos to anyone who would listen, which was the gross majority of them.
He sighed as he looked down at his bloody hands, whipping them on his shirt as he turned to the side and opened the glove compartment.
And paused as he saw a phone fall out. The case was a particularly glittery one, with it even having worn down stickers of animals on it. Of course finding phones wasn’t uncommon, but they were usually all broken, or would be if someone found it. So he did the only smart and natural thing, which was to look around, before grabbing it and shoving it in one of the many pockets his vest had.
He should bring it to 001 or 002 to destroy it… because it didn't look damaged, or at least, it didn't have any bullet holes in it.
“Hey, 006 are you done with the bodies?” He whipped his head behind him and saw 018 calling at him, his hands trembled as he started to wonder if 018 saw him.
He doesn’t even know why he’s scared though, he’s just going to turn it in after all…
“Yep! All done, they’re all yours!” He proudly said as he moved to get out of the way.
he kept moving until he was by the jeep they had used to intercept the diplomats. Starting up chit chat as he tried to hide the fast heartbeat that was starting to be heard in his ears. He doesn’t know why he isn't taking it out, why he didn't throw it and shoot at it to destroy it all.
But when they were all corralled into the center, asked about any contraband, he lied straight to their face. Said there wasn’t anything of importance and that it was all normal; And they had actually believed him as they didn’t press further about why there was so much more blood than normal on his vest and uniform.
On the drive back he could only curse at himself in his head as he tried to distract himself from the foreign shape within his pocket.
Maybe… Caleb will like what he brought back? Though, he doesn’t even know if Caleb had remembered what it was like to own a phone. It’s fine though, he’s 006 and therefore, can handle a lot more than others could hope for. Especially if it was for his brother. But then again what could possibly go wrong? It’ll be good for him to connect with others his age… especially with his whole childhood being in Camp, rather than some somewhat decent public school that he had attended.
This will be good, for both of them…