A/N: Alright! Chapter four is up and I hope you all enjoy it. Thank you to everyone who put this story on their favorites/alerts! It means so much to me to know you guys like what I'm doing. There's more Boomerang interaction in this one, and it will start to happen a lot more as I go on. So let me know what you think. Reviews are always appreciated, just so I know I haven't made some horrendous mistake or butchered an accent. Peace and love babies! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Don't own this. Except for what you don't recognize and my girl Corey. I will never own this sadly.

"Behold, the voice of God."

Flag stood in front of everyone, a tablet clutched between both hands. The screen flicked on and a familiar face lit up its surface, prompting Coreys top lift to curl in a sneer.

"For those of you who don't know me officially, my name is Amanda Waller. There's an event in Midway City. I want you to enter the city, rescue HVT-1 and get them to safety." The hells a HVT-1? Apparently Deadshot felt the same because he quickly spoke up, waving a hand lightly at the screen.

"I'm sorry. Uh...for those of us who don't speak good guy, what is HVT-1?"

"The one person who matters in the city. The one person you can't kill. Complete the mission you get time off your prison sentence. Fail the mission, you die. Anything happens to Colonel Flag I'll kill every single one of you. Remember I'm watching. I see everything." With that the tablet went black and Corey couldn't hold back her scoff. Wallers expression hadn't changed once and there was a dead kind of evil in the womans eyes. The fact that she was the one issuing the commands here left Corey feeling uneasy. With that demon at the forefront she was in more danger of dying than ever before. None of these self righteous assholes would hesitate a second to push her in front of them.

"There's your pep-talk."

"So that's it? We some kinda suicide squad."

Walking past the man Rick simply smirked. "I'll notify your next of kin." He lead them towards a large helicopter and everyone followed behind him slowly. A large hand landed on her rear and she jumped, spinning on her heel to meet the cheeky grin of Captain Boomerang. Or as she saw on his trunk George 'Digger' Harkness. He certainly didn't look like a George. Of course Deadshot didn't look like a Floyd either. Seemed everyone had an unexpected name.

"Well 'ello there gorgeous. Digger Harkness. But you can call me Captain lovely." Eyeing the man up and down she had to hold back a smirk. His curly hair was in disarray with a scruffy beard and mustache covering his face, all except for his chin which had the barest of scruff. A gold tooth glinted at her, along with mischievous light blue eyes. Despite the unexpected charm that he radiated she fixed a glare onto her face, turning once again to walk away from him to continue her way to the helicopter.

"Be gone ya manky bastard."

"Ah come now sheila. Don't be like tha'. Hows abouts we go and get better acquainted, ey?" A strong arm wrapped around her waist and she was pulled tight against Boomerangs side, his hand resting comfortably on her hip, thumb moving against her exposed skin. Twirling out of his grasp she tossed her hair back, not quite the effect she wanted when it just kept bobbing around, and skipped away with a defiant smirk.

"Maybe next time dathuil."

As she walked away Diggers eyes slid down her form, a pleased growl echoing from his chest as her round ass caught his attention.

"Shot down man."

Glancing to the right Boomerang caught the eyes of a laughing Deadshot. Simply moving past him the aussie pulled a beer out of his coat, smirk lighting up his face as he popped the top.

"Naw mate. I've barely started yet."

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Strapping herself into the bird securely between Harley and Floyd she jolted slightly as a small Asian woman leapt into the rising machine. Eyes flicking from the womans mask to her sword she sucked her teeth, observing the intensity the woman basically vibrated with.

"This is Katana. She's got my back." Flag spoke up, looking around at everyone squished into the cabin. "She could cut all you in half with one sword stroke, just like mowing the lawn. I would advise not getting killed by her. Her sword traps the souls of its victims."

At once Harleys hand was extended, blue eyes wide and a warm, if not slightly manic, smile on her face.

"Harley Quinn. Nice ta meet'cha. Love your perfume. What is that? The stench of death?" She lowered her hand and laughed, Corey following along with her. For a blonde she was pretty witty sometimes. Snapping something in japanese Katana crouched slightly, hands on her sword. Keeping her smile on her face her hand dropped to caress her glock, hoping she could get off a few shots if this crazy Asian was about to start chopping heads. Fortunately Flag quickly put a stop to anything.

"Woah cowgirl, ain't that kinda mission. Have a seat." Katana moved to sit next to Flag and Harley turned to Santana, nodding slightly, smile still bright.

"She seems nice."

Corey laughed to herself, bracing against the seats as their liftoff jerked a bit before taking off to Midway City. It wasn't the smoothest ride, in fact she half wondered if their pilot had ever manned one of these things before. It seemed Croc agreed, or at least his stomach did, as after a particularly rough dip the giant reptilian mans scales lifted from their normal dark gray to an ashy color and a deep down sound bubbled from his throat. And then there was a half-digested goat sitting in all its slimy glory, smack dab in the middle of the chopper. Her head cocked to the side, a look of half awe half revulsion on her face, as groans of dismay and sounds of retching rose above everyone.

"Blimey. 'At is nasty mate." Diggers face was twisted up, looking like he was trying very hard not to add more mess to the floor. Croc glanced up, eyes sweeping through the cabin, before bunching his shoulders carelessly and leaning down to clean up the mess. Sitting back, licking his lips with a satisfied look on his face, Corey couldn't take it and finally turned away. Her stomach was churning and she could practically feel the green tinge to her skin. Wide blue-green eyes met lidded brown, sparkling with laughter.

"Too much for ya there Sparky." Lawtons smirk was met with a half-hearted roll of eyes, but she let a small smile appear all the same.

"I gots a strong stomach but twas a bit much, aye." A deep laugh was her answer before he turned away, conversation apparently over. Corey didn't mind, some people didn't like to talk when unnecessary. So she let her mind drift, eyes lazily staring out the window across from her. Outside the sky slowly darkened, the previous clear blue fading to a deep steely gray. As the clouds gave way to the tops of skyscrapers she could see a dark storm building, lightening ripping through the formations.

A soft vibration caught her attention and she glanced to her right, startled to see the bright pink phone lit up in Harleys hand. Shooting her gaze up she met bright blue eyes, clouded with mischief. She could feel the hitman shift beside her and as the harlequins eyes peeked over the noirettes shoulder Corey figured Lawton had seen the device as well. With a coy smile Harley gave a soft 'shhh'. Winking at the blonde she turned away and quickly checked over the soldiers, smirking when she noticed they were none the wiser. Not even Flag or his little samurai. Silence reigned for a few minutes, which was apparently too long for Harley, as she began to twist in her seat, turning to look out the window behind her. In the process elbowing Corey straight in her scarred cheek. Yelping softly her hands flew to her face, both hands pressing against her cheekbone, and curled in slightly to lay her forehead on her knees.

"Trixie! You okay sweetpea? I didn't think I knocked ya that hard." Harleys bubbly voice sounded above her but she didn't look up, simply waving one of her hands in the other womans direction.

"Ain't nothin' Harley." Easily accepting the answer the blonde turned back to the window, gasping in delight and wiggling in place.

"Oh look at the pretty lights! Are you guys seeing this?" Curious, Corey straightened up and turned half way in her seat, unbuckling herself and daring to push her side against the mad womans. When she wasn't thrown away she pushed herself closer to look out the window, eyes lighting up at the giant...whatever it was that stood in the center of the lightening storm. She may not have know what it was but she did know one very important thing. That was a big ass electric device. She could feel the shockwaves from here, tingling up and down her skin.

"What happened?" Deadshots question brought her attention back to the group and she dropped into her seat, sliding down into a deep slouch.

"Terror attack. Dirty bombs. Bad guys shooting up the place with AK's. You know. Usual shit." Flag answered with a flippant certainty, like it was old news. Something he'd handled a thousand times. But his eyes spoke differently. They glinted with a hard light, determination, but there was panic shimmering under the surface. A sense of urgency. This was nothing like any sort of usual shit.

"Right. You're a bad liar. I-I don't know if they told you, but I'm a hitman. Not a fireman. I don't save people."

"Like da rest of us do? As a e'tra bonus, we don't even get paid none. Do we?" The electrokinetic spoke up with a devilish grin, and beside her Harley giggled and bumped their shoulders together. But the men continued on like she'd never interrupted.

"Anything for a dollar right?"

"You know the dark places too. Don't act like you don't." That and a mocking gaze were all the reply he gave. Flags face turned to stone and he practically spat the next words out.

"I'm a soldier. And you're a serial killer that takes credit cards. When the shooting starts, and it will, you'll cut and run." There was no reply this time and the tension in the air was thick. The longer the silence continued the more Corey twitched. First it was just her toes, than her feet. Followed shortly by both legs bopping up and down. Then her fingers got in on the action, tapping a quiet beat across her seat. She'd never been good in tense situations, she usually broke tension with jokes. But at this point she might just get her head blown off, so she was left to silently implode. When the shots came she was almost thankful. Almost.

Large bullets ripped through the helicopter, hitting one of the pilots and immediately sending it spinning out of control. Corey braced her feet against the floor and pushed back against the seat before remembering she'd undone her belts to turn around earlier. Her eyes found the harness moments before her hands did, but as the chopper gave another harsh jerk and began to 360 she didn't bother to waste time and energy trying to hook herself in. Looping her arms through the shoulder straps she grabbed her elbows, effectively locking her appendages together, and braced herself the best she could.

Harleys high pitched wail was right in her ear and, as they found the ground rushing up to meet them, Corey couldn't contain her own scream that made its way out through clenched jaws. They hit hard and continued on, blades snapping off and flying as they spun over and over down the street. By the time they stopped, thankfully right way up, her hands had slid so she was now gripping the sleeves of her jacket near her wrists, nails buried uncomfortably in the leather. Her feet had been little use in bracing her, causing her to whip up and down freely, and now that they'd stopped she was little more than lying on the seat.

Groaning she sat up straight, unlocking her fingers and popping her neck. A dirty hand suddenly appeared in front of her, causing her to jerk back. At the deep chuckle that followed she looked up to meet twinkling eyes, that gold tooth once again glinting at her. Trailing her gaze down his arm to his hand she watched as long fingers wiggled at her in invitation. Rolling her eyes she stood by herself and brushed past the man, easily hopping out of the downed chopper. Boomerang followed and quickly made his way up to her, arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her tight against him.

"C'mon now sheila. Don' be like tha'. Whats say youse give ole Captain a chance now ay?" His words were self assured. Like he could see her giving in to him already. A sure sign of the Casanova. It was probably rare he got turned down. With his wild appearance and devil-may-care attitude he was a girls rebellion wet dream. Of course she wasn't immune. He did have a sort of backwoods charm. Or is it outback charm? Easy smiles and bright eyes could be a deadly combination. But even if she did get the low down tingles for this man that's all it was. They were both in prison. Any type of anything would be nearly impossible, even friendship. She didn't need friends anyway. She had the Masters of Disaster, that provided what she needed. Anything else was a waste of time.

With a sarcastic smile and a roll of her eyes she widened her steps, swiftly distancing herself from temptation. "I will yea."

Digger stopped to watch her walk away, confusion twisting his features. The words sounded good, but her actions not so much. Scratching slightly where they'd shot his neck he grunted, dismissing it for now. Gaze falling on Slipknot he grinned wickedly before striding up behind the man.

Corey walked along the abandoned streets, observing everything she could, trying to find something out of the ordinary. There was a seriously wrong feeling in the air. The group was walking together for the most part, with Boomerang and Slipknot whispering together a few yards a head of them. As they turned the corner of a building, a small jet airplane burning in the middle of the street, the two conspirators made their move. Digger spun, clocking the nearest guard in the face, and Slipknot kicked out anothers knee. Katana moved immediately, battle cry echoing as she launched herself over Captain Boomerangs weapon. Amusement coloring her features Corey leaned back against a tiny green sedan, excited to watch the events play out before her. Eeny meeny miney moe...which one is the first to go?

Katana slammed the aussie against the nearest building the same moment the escape artist shot out a rope, launching himself five stories up with ease. Landing on the roof, Rick yelling everyone to hold their fire, he once again swung himself up. Shooting her gaze between the two men she caught sight of Digger grabbing his boomerang from the air, a smarmy twist to his lips, and then Slipknot was mindlessly hanging from his ropes- sans head. Eyes wide she tried to straighten from her slouch but her feet flew from under her, heels scraping on the gravel, and she landed on her butt. She quickly made her way to her feet and brushed off her jeans, expertly ignoring the snickers around her.

"Now that's a killer app."

"Okay! You wanna keep playin' the Hollywood squares version of I'll-blow-your-freakin-head-off? Are you next?" Flag glowered at everyone, stopping for a second in front of Santana. Corey felt offended for the man. He'd hardly said a word and now Mr. Macho was threatening to decapitate him.

"You tripping homie." The quiet man spoke up, shaking his head lightly.

"You next Deadshot?" The way he spoke to them, the way he held the leverage over their heads, the way he looked at every single one of them. It all rubbed Corey the wrong way. She clenched her fists tight, nails biting into the skin of her palms as she resisted the urge to hurt the arrogant man. He might have power now, but he wouldn't always. At some point he would screw up, and that would be her opportunity. For now she'd bite her tongue, and try to hold her temper.

Lawton walked up until he was only a few inches in front of Flag, invading his space with no hesitation. "Did you just threaten me?" At the Colonels affirmative answer the assassin backed away with a disbelieving smile, pointing straight into the soldiers face, and walked back to the rest of the group.

Flag glared for a few more seconds before telling them all to move. She made her way to Deadshot, who was walking backwards and talking quietly to Harley. As she came within hearing distance she couldn't help her satisfied smirk, and skipped the rest of the way towards the pair.

"...Five or seven of these SEALS, after that Imma need some help. You down?"

"Gettin' ready to hop on than? I'm up for it Darlin'."

"Me too. What about the shit in our necks?"

"Your friend is gonna help us out with that right?"

The three of them stopped walking, Lawton looking expectantly at the blonde. She shifted in place for a moment before knocking her arm against the taller mans.

"You're my friend too." Breathing a laugh he strolled away and Corey looked at the mad princess as she avoided her eyes. Grinning slightly she side stepped so she was only a breadth away and gave the girl a wry look. Bringing up her fist she held it out to the girl.

"Friends foreva, yeah?"

With a small giggle the clown knocked her fist against hers and spun away, leaving the noirette to simply shake her head and follow. If the hitman thought there was any way The Joker was getting anyone but Harley outta this hell hole he was crazier than the due combined. They only walked a little bit further before Flag stopped them, striding ahead to talk to a couple of his men. She watched the group of SEALS, slowly making her way to Deadshots side. Harley hopped up to his other side, propping her arm on his shoulder. It didn't take long for the rest of their misfit squad to migrate towards them.

"I like these odds mate. Just say the word."

"Yeah."

Harley and Harkness were obviously ready and rearing to go, but Corey wasn't so sure. Men rushed around, ducking down into alleys and setting themselves into prearranged positions. In front of them Flag and his right hand man, GQ, were crouched low behind a police car and carefully observing whatever was skulking around the vicinity. Lawton must have felt the same apprehension because he stuttered out an answer before walking away, fixing his eye piece into place. Eyes on the mans back she slid into the spot he'd vacated, head tilted to the side in curiosity.

"What'cha think they're doin' up there?" Shaking her head at the blonde Corey simply watched as the front line tensed, Katana taking her stance and whipping out her blade. Every muscle pulled taught and her hand shot to the gun on her thigh, swiftly pulling it out and checking the chamber out of habit. Apprehension filled the air, and then it snapped.

The men began firing their weapons and suddenly large bobble headed creatures began flinging themselves over the abandoned vehicles. She could feel the electricity buzz right beneath her skin and she grinned wildly, shoving away her gun and whipping out her staff. A quick shock and it was full size, humming like a bug zapper. She glanced at the others and watched as Digger crouched low and slowly backed away, cracking open a magically produced beer. Turning from him, rolling her eyes in exasperation, she took off towards the chaos. She much preferred to be the attacker, not the attacke.

Running towards one she ducked to her knees, sliding against the asphalt as she dodged the creatures outstretched arms and thrust her weapon forward. Letting her powers flow through the metal it easily slid into the things chest, burning its way as it went. It spasmed violently as she stood, swinging her staff around and letting the creature slip off the weapon. Ignoring the odd black blood she moved deeper into the fight, flipping over and sliding under any obstacle she encountered. After a particularly harsh swing made its way straight through one of the monsters heads, sending electrocuted flesh raining down, Corey made sure to hit their heads as often as she could.

Breathless laughs were panted out into the night and her eyes danced with a mad fire. It's not like she'd never let her powers loose before, in fact she'd done a lot more with her powers, but this was the first time she'd gotten to just senselessly slaughter something. It was almost like a video game. Running at one of the monsters she stabbed the end straight into its eye, knocking it to its back. Using the momentum she planted her staff and kicked off, landing in a crouch on top of a car. Harsh pants rushed out of her and she couldn't seem to remove her large grin as she stared around at all the carnage. Everyone seemed to be holding their own, besides Flag. The dark figures were ganging up on the man and she stared as the Colonel was pulled down and drug away, satisfaction coating her features. She gave a sarcastic wave at the retreating figure, giggles bubbling out of her.

Half turned away from the scene she nearly missed Harley rushing forward, bat flashing as she bashed at the creatures. Shaking her head she was brought back into the fight as a hand wrapped tight around her ankle and pulled. Her head and back slammed into the metal, denting it slightly, before she was yanked forward. Twisting she landed on her hands, face inches from the road, before she glared up at the thing still clutching her leg. Pushing against the ground she twisted once again, this time kicking its large head back with her free leg, and it fell away with a snarl.

Twirling her staff she zapped it again and slipped it into its holder. Instead her hands began glowing with an sizzling blue light, the same light making her eyes shine brightly. Throwing out her hands twin lightening bolts exploded from her palms, striking the thing straight in its face. It was blasted back and didn't move again, save the occasional twitch. Flexing her fingers she flew to find a new opponent, body alight with adrenalin.

She'd just finished slamming her first through one of the creatures skulls when she felt fingers curl in her hair and she was pulled backwards. A scream was choked off before it could be heard and she growled instead, gaelic curses flying through the air as both hands rose to grip the thing holding her. The skin under her hands immediately began to pop and burn but she wasn't released. Instead it pulled her up higher, until she was just barely balancing on her toes, and then it sunk its teeth into her shoulder. This time a cry did escape her, loud and full of rage.

Swinging back her arm she felt her elbow connect with the side of its face and it released her shoulder with a nauseating sucking sound. Whipping her head back it too made contact and she wished it had a nose so she could have had the pleasure of hearing it break. Still, it let her go. Pivoting on her right foot she rose her left, pulling her leg tight to her chest and let it fly, heel digging snuggly into the things breastbone. This time she felt the snap of bone as it collapsed under her foot and then it was sailing away from her, hitting a car and flipping over the hood.

"Blimey."

Spinning once again she saw Digger standing only a few feet away, boomerang half raised and a look of awe of his face. Standing a little straighter she pushed out her chest, subconsciously preening under his gaze. Pulling her lip in between her teeth she sent him a small wink before running off. Or she would have run off, if Deadshot shooting crazily from the top of a car hadn't caught her attention. He seemed to be doing just fine and there were no other creatures lurking nearby so she opted to look around.

Hopping between downed bodies she kicked lightly at the ones not in camo, brows furrowing as she noticed a few oddities about the creatures. They weren't dressed like aliens or some other sort of unknown being. There was no chrome or odd symbols. In fact, all of them were wearing well known brands. Reebok shoes. Rolex watches. American Eagle and Old Navy. What the hell is going on here? Her inspection brought her to an alley, where a flash of bright pink in the gloom caught her eye. Pausing she tilted her head inquiringly and stepped towards it, eyes lighting up as she finally caught what it was. Unicorn! Snatching it up she brought it to her chest, twisting the soft mane between the fingers of her left hand. Her right brushed across the rest of its body, dusting off the dirt it had acclimated.

Pounding steps sounded behind her and she turned lightly on the balls of her feet to see a frantic Captain Boomerang, large blue eyes scanning the alley floor. At least until he noticed she was there. And then they were locked on the pink plushy in her hands. He seemed to catch himself, visually calming as he swallowed heavily and cleared his throat.

"Ah, where'd ya get that now sheila?" His voice was a little higher than normal and Corey had to fight to keep the smile from her face. Instead she shrugged innocently and cast her gaze down to the unicorn.

"Found it."

"Oh yeah? Well, uh..." Harkness floundered for a reason, some excuse to get his hands on the stuffy, blue orbs bouncing between her, the toy and their surroundings. Finally he seemed to think of something. "Just tha' it ain't too smart to be carryin' tha' around. Could get in the way. I've got a big roomy coat." He pulled the sides of his jacket away from him as if to prove his point. "Hows abou' I just hold her for ya? Whats ya say."

Shaking her head she sauntered up to the taller man, the top of her head at his eye level. Looking up at him she finally let her smile free, tip of her tongue peaking out from between her teeth, and pulled the plushy up from her chest to her face. Hiding her grin for a second she let herself get lost in the deep blue gaze of the Captain, nose dragging along the toys soft fur. Stepping closer she slipped the unicorn into one of the large inner pockets of Diggers still spread jacket and stepped around him.

"How bouts ya just take betta care o' the girl. She got a mite bit dirty." With that she skipped away, eager to find the rest of the team.