Dangerously Sane:
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Chapter Six
The men on the opposite table glanced over at her again and reading their lips, she could tell they knew exactly who she was. Anya picked up her coffee and took a small sip, savoring the strong flavor. Something was happening, that much was apparent. The motel was bustling with movement and various individuals and Flagg had not been anywhere to be seen, neither was June. She glanced by the door seeing several uniformed men walk in scanning the place before reaching up to their ears and muttering something Area Clear. She picked at a bit of the hash brown which was on her plate, taking a bite before leaning back. Her eyes flickered over to the door seeing Flag walking through, his face a stern look.
"Good morning, Colonel."
His eyes flickered towards her before taking a seat opposite. "Morning." He gruffly replied, picking up the last forkful of food on her plate and eating it. She raised her eyebrows at him and he simply shrugged in response. Swallowing, he wiped his mouth before speaking. "Were you awake last night?"
Anya narrowed her eyes at him. His words confirming her suspicions. Something bad has happened and it happened last night. "I have a strange habit of sleeping at night - why?" She observed as he shifted by a millimeter, anyone else would not have caught the slight movement. She did. "You scared of the bogeyman?" She asked him, raising an eyebrow.
"We're enforcing Task Force X this morning."
She nodded in response, her eyes flickering back over to the armed men standing near the door. "Figured. Look around you, tons of soldiers, no TV or Radio alerts...Something big is happening."
Rick glanced down towards the empty plate, before sighing slightly leaning back. "Midway City is being evacuated. That's all you gotta know." He told her, in his southern drawl, starting to stand up.
"What's the threat?" Anya stood up, walking next to him as he motioned to the men standing by the door.
"Classified."
She rolled her eyes at him, shaking her head slightly. "Of course it is." She looked at him, seeing he was giving her a warning look. "Hey, it's cool - I'm not a liability - not like your boy toys over there."
"Boy-" He muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. "Look - we have to move now."
"Lead the way." She replied, following him as he headed towards the exit. Anya looked around, noting how not a single staff member was around at all. Neither was June. She opened her mouth to say something, but immediately decided not to. Last thing that would be wise was to aggravate Rick, no matter how fun it was...
"You all strapped in?" The pilot asked loudly, over the roar of the helicopter engines. Rick nodded and Anya gave a thumbs up to him, before glancing over to the man sitting next to her. He nodded at the pilot also and they begun their flight.
Anya glanced again at the man sitting next to her, he was dressed in similar attire which they had all been given and had a gun strapped to his side. He cautiously looked over at her, with a small frown on his face. "I'm Anya, by the way." She said, to which Rick turned around. She narrowed her eyes for a second before realising that the headsets, were for them all to communicate. "Unless you've got amnesia, Colonel - I'm telling stranger here." She commented, pointing to the man next to her.
"GQ Edwards, Ma'am." He responded, nodding once at her.
"Ugh...Don't call me Ma'am." She commented, rolling her eyes. "But great to meet ya."
He shifted slightly, glancing over again at Rick, who was now facing forward away from them. He looked back over at her, hesitating before finally speaking. "You're not..."
She smirked in response, sensing that GQ was clearly a little uncomfortable around her. "What? Nervous...Scared...About to jump out the helicopter?" The pilot let out a low chuckle, which earned a harsh side glance from Rick.
"I meant the people we're dealing with...the situation." GQ responded, starting to get a little irritated.
Anya raised an eyebrow in response, narrowing her eyes slightly. Of course. She thought, Ordinary people taken aback by the thought of the unordinary...Pussy. "Between me and you, Honey." She started to say, trying to keep a straight face. "There's not much difference between the people we're dealing with and the person you're sat next to..." She paused for a second, watching as he looked at Rick with an urgent look, before back at her. "I'm just shitting ya - I'm classified sane."
"Ignore her, GQ." Rick said, shaking his head.
She lightly kicked the back of Rick's seat, to which he turned around giving her a warning look. She put her hands up, nodding her head to GQ, to try and blame him. "I'm very ignorable."
"Don't make me push you out of here-"
"-Be my guest." She replied, winking.
"Look - no offence, Ma'am-" GQ begun to say, shaking his head.
Anya held her hand up, turning to look at him. "Not Ma'am."
He rolled his eyes in frustration. "Okay - Anya...Are you, even, trained for this?"
She paused for a second, looking at Rick and then back at GQ. She wondered what Rick, or even Waller had mentioned. She wasn't trained in the manner that the people in the helicopter were, hell even the people down on the ground. She was, by all matters of the word, practically a rogue agent. A gun for hire. "Not in the conventional way." She carefully responded, looking out of the window at all the passing scenery below.
"Okay..." He muttered, clearing his throat, sensing that he may have crossed the line slightly. There was a minute of silence, before he broke it. "So, where are we headed and who are these people?" He asked Rick.
Anya chuckled out loud, which caused both Rick and GQ to glare at her. "You haven't met the delinquents of Task Force, yet?" He shook his head in answer and she exhaled slowly, biting her lip. "Oh, sweetie...you're gonna wish you didn't come in this morning."
The flight only took a further hour before they had reached their destination. Anya looked on with disbelief at the scene they were approaching. What used to be an airport had be turned into an evacuation zone, full of people wandering around in panic looking for their loved ones and injured individuals on stretchers. Anya looked in slight amusement, as she glanced back and caught a glimpse of woman in a wedding dress. Great day for a wedding! She thought sarcastically. She turned her attention back to the sectioned of area, where they all stood. All members of Task Force X had recently been unstrapped from their restraints and were looking around with curiosity. She glanced over at GQ who looked at Harley Quinn with fear as she obliviously told them about voices in her head. Anya tried to not smile at the reactions on everybody's face. The sound of a helicopter approaching broke the silence and they all turned to see a helicopter landing nearby. Rick motioned to Anya to follow him as they approached it, watching the people bring out a bag which was wiggling slightly.
"It's the Aussie?" Anya asked Rick to which he nodded in response, he went to walk forward but she grabbed his arm. "I'll handle this."
"Be my guest." He responded, motioning for her to go forward.
She sighed, taking a few steps forward and unzipping the bag. Within a second, a tall man with wild eyes jumped out and pushed her back. She quickly ducked out of his way and hooked her foot under his shin, moving so that he fell down. She grabbed a hold of her gun and held it pointed at him, so that he wouldn't try anything again. Harley whooped in the background in excitement, to which she heard one of the guards telling her to shut up. "Slow down, Aussie." Anya warned him, motioning for him to stand up.
He stood up slowly, holding his hands up and shrugging his shoulders. "You got the wrong fellow-"
"-Save the sob story." She responded, motioning towards the others. "Get in line."
Boomerang smirked in response. "I'd have a crack at you." He chuckled, raising his eyebrows at her.
"She said get in line." Rick's voice demanded. Anya turned to see that Rick had gotten closer and was glaring at Boomerang.
"Bossy lady - I like that - Don't worry I'm moving." He commented, backing off with a wink, taking his place next to Deadshot.
Anya looked over at Deadshot, seeing that he was looking at her with recognition. She sighed shaking her head slightly, hopefully as a non-verbal warning not to say anything. She didn't predict working with him, especially with what had happened years ago. No one knew it was her, but he did. If he mentioned it to anyone, if Waller caught word of what she did - it's her life on the line. Deadshot glanced away, to which Anya took that as an agreement - for now. Rick and Anya moved back towards everyone else, watching as another black car pulled up and the back doors opened. Within seconds, a tall man, which Anya figured must be Slipknot got out of the car and punched the woman standing by the door, who had made an off-hand comment to him. He looked at them all shrugging.
"What? She had mouth." He commented, being pushed towards the rest of the Task Force.
"Someone's not a feminist." Anya lowly commented to Rick, who just sighed.
"This is real situation. A serious situation-"
She put her hands up, trying not to laugh at him. "Got it, Got it..." She motioned to them all standing there, waiting for what was going to happen. "Go do your pep talk."
