Suicide Squad: Nothing Really Matters To Me: Chapter 6

Is it so fucking hard for a gal to stay outta jail? Mr J busted me out the first time but he was a dick. Then I went searching for a diamond for this motherfucker who gets his face blown off! Then I get thrown back in and into the bitchy task force X.

Then Flag died.

For a fucking hard drive! I hope that Peacemaker motherfucker doesn't have any kids or he is in for a whole lotta shit. Then I get out by blackmailing Waller. Then I get arrested for blackmailing Waller! It wasn't even me! It was fucking BloodSport DuBois guy.

I mean, come on! No such time as second chances? I mean third chances? I mean, am I on my third or fourth chance? Waller is such an ass, she is making yet another Task Force X! Apparently last month her fucking office was raided by a bunch of bitchy Canadians. She survived, unfortunately, but half her crew were killed or fricking kidnapped! Including this kid called Lexa. Hello?

I thought Harleen was a bad name, but that kid got it so bad! I am Harley fucking Quinn by the way. I heard that there is just going to be four of us. Me, Floyd Lawson, this guy I have never even heard off called Joe Wilson and Eoghan Griggs. I didn't know Samuael Griggs had a brother. God fucking bless that mother. One thing that I won't miss about Task Force X is the fucking bombs. They hurt.

I was led down a hell lot a corridors and as many times I tried to look back, there was always some guard in the way. Like sheesh, overkill much. I was taken to an outside yard, were I had to blink a hell lot of times just to see. I saw two men standing at the other side of the yard, waiting for the helicopter. One was standing real stiff, like he really didn't want to be here. Or talk to that guy who looked like he was having a GREAT FUCKING TIME.

I could tell that he was an asshole the second I saw him. Floyd came out of a door at the other side of yard. As soon as my handcuffs were released and the crowd of guards surrounding me found something better to do, I ran towards him. "FLOYD!" I screamed, jumping into his arms. I felt someone's eyes burn the back of my neck. I turned to see the man who looked so happy a minute ago, now staring in disgust. Or jealousy.

Why would someone be jealous of me? I moved to the right, but the mans eyes never adjusted. OHH. He was jealous of Floyd. Oh, what a bitch. You come after my friends, you die. The man finally stopped staring at Floyd and moved towards three trunks set in the middle of the yard. "Alright, get your bloody no good asses over here right now!" he yelled. I shrugged at Floyd and followed him quietly over to the trunks.

After a few moments, the stiff guy joined us. "Each box has a name on it. Find the one with your name on it, open it and get dressed. Harley, problem with yours. We couldn't find any existing clothes for you, all of them were destroyed. There is just standard army clothes in there." He said shortly. Oh hell no, I'm not going on a rescue mission as an army soldier.

I opened the box and found a pair or long baggy camouflage pants. I found a knife at the bottom of the trunk and got to work. Not bad, I must say. I got the pants and turned them into high shorts, the matching jacket had pieces masterfully shredded out around the top of the waist and up at the collar and around the back. They gave me a black sports bra and a white cotton T-shirt. I turned the t-shirt inside out and scraped all the thin line of cheap cotton out of it.

When I put it on, you could clearly see the black bra. I shredded parts of the shirt too. I want it to look worn, not brand new and well kept. I finally finished getting changed, I looked like such a badass. I got on the helicopter where the men were already waiting. "Alright, now the clown court jester is here, lets go." Said Griggs.