FLOYD'S POV:

The perfect weapon isn't always the strongest or biggest. In my experience the perfect weapon is the small one that no one sees coming until it's too late.

I eyed the therapist taking in her completely. She had chocolate brown hair that was pulled into a tight ponytail and she is about a foot shorter than 1, even in heels. By the way her hands griped her notepad I can infer she's either scared or attracted to me, perhaps both.

I smirked at the thought of ravishing the innocent aura that lingers around her.

The therapist sits on a metal chair across from me crossing her legs as she wrote more notes in that book of hers.

So naive, so beautiful the perfect weapon if I ever saw one. What's even better is that her heart is pure she truly doesn't know what they do to us here which means when she finds out the tension that will build between her and the bitch will be fun to watch erupt.

"What no questions today?" I asked snapping her out of her inattentive state.

"Huh? Oh sorry I've just been a little distracted I guess."

"Want to talk about it?" My voice was mockingly causing a soft laugh to escape those plump lips.

"That's my job Mr. Lawton. How are you feeling today?"

"Well my bed is kinda shitty but other then that I'm all rainbows and unicorns over here."

She attempted to give me a stern look but the amusement in her hazel eyes let it down.

"I meant how are you feeling about Mr. Scheffer's transport out of this facility?"

"Transport?" I snorted, "is that what they told you?"

The brunette's brows furrowed together only proving her willing to believe whatever those people tell her.

Before she had a chance to question my words the cell door opened and the guard that seemed interested in my therapist walked in narrowing his beady eyes on me.

I was unable to hide my smug grin.

"It seems your lovely face is leaving me." I said to the gal.

"Our session doesn't end for another 10 minutes." She ignored my comment speaking to the guard.

"Deadshot has been assigned another task."

I groaned throwing myself back on the uncomfortable bed.

"Floyd hasn't been cleared yet to handle whatever the hell you guys are making him do."

Her protective tone made me arch a brow.

"I'm sorry Malia, Waller's orders."

As he dragged me up Malia followed behind her heels clanking loudly on the tile.

"Without clearance from me it isn't safe to send him anywhere-" her eyes immediately shifted to our company. The moment she spotted the wild haired grinning blonde she stood in front of her.

"Oh no Harley Quinn is definitely NOT cleared to endure anything dangerous or stressful, as it is she's easily victim to schizophrenia any additional action to further danger her may cause a psychotic break down that will-"

"Yeah doc that's all very fascinating but we have orders." A guard with brown hair and a brooding forehead cut her off.

"Besides crazy is what we need right now." Amanda Waller struts in giving us all a cold gaze. That's a lie. Harley is now being put on the field because Shrapnel is dead and we need a replacement. "Miss. Bradley-"

"Let me guess I'm dismissed?" Everyone was surprised at her harsh tone, even Malia herself had wide eyes at the words that left her mouth.

"Yes, you are."

"No."

I smirked, the worm has teeth.

"My job, despite what you say, is to insure my clients are getting the help they need and a chance to redeem themselves."

"You want redemption for these criminals? Do you have any idea what they do?" Waller threateningly stepped closer to Malia who in return shrunk.

"I...well..." As she stumbled for words and courage the bitch wore a mischievous grin.

"My apologizes Miss. Bradley I think you are absolutely correct."

"I am?"

Amanda nodded. "Greenford order an extra plane ticket to Moscow for Miss. Bradley."

The older man built like a mountain nodded then disappeared into a room.

"What for exactly?"

"You are concerned for their well being so to insure their sanity you will be with them taking notes on what they do."

"Yay miss.B is coming!" The crazy blonde hugged the therapist tightly.

Waller has an alter motive for assigning Malia to us, if it had been any other therapist they'd be fired for undermining her authority but not Malia. Something isn't right and I am going to use this mission to find out what she's up to.