Dangerously Sane:

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Chapter Eight:

Anya adjusted in her seat slightly, feeling quite intimidated sitting next to Katana. Since she boarded the plane she didn't say a word or even acknowledge Anya. That and the sword kind of put her on edge. She glanced over at the so called 'Squad'. They didn't know what they were going into and neither did she. Thinking back to it, she was fairly certain that nobody but Flagg knew what was happening.

"You guys should stick your head outta the window!" Harley commented, sitting back down in her seat. She quickly jerked her head, looking at the soldier sitting three seats away from Flag. "Ya likin' what ya seein'?" She cackled, raising her eyebrows up at the Soldier, who quickly averted his gaze. "Aw..." She pouted in mock-disappointment.

"Hey!" Boomerang suddenly said, looking steely at Flag. "Oi - Soldier Boy!" He rolled his eyes, switching his gaze to Anya. "Ya gonna get his attention?"

"You gonna say 'please'?"

He placed his elbows on his knees, leaning forward. "Ah..." He pointed at her, clicking his tongue. "Being a tease - I like it! Alright then - Pretty Please(!)"

Anya smiled sweetly at him, before elbowing Flag once, very lightly. Harley cackled loudly in response and Boomerang sighed in frustration leaning back. Anya shrugged at his reaction. "I did try."

"Mate - what are we doin'?" He asked, getting frustrated. "Where and why and who? Don't ya know?" Anya saw Rick slightly adjust in agitation, but paying no attention to him. Boomerang sniggered, placing his hands behind his head. "I bet ya don't know, Xena" He commented looking over at Anya, before motioning to the other Soldiers sitting nearby. "Neither do those assholes."

"I have to ask you to lower your voice, right now!" GQ suddenly said, glaring in annoyance.

"Ooh... He's got a mouth!" Harley cackled.

Deadshot leaned forward, not taking his eyes off Flag. "Man's got a point Flag... What is the mission?"

Rick inhaled sharply looking up at Deadshot, square in the eye. "None of your damn business."

"That's cool, man... I take it the two ladies don't know either, huh? And imma bet your ass that neither do your little Soldier puppets there... Getting warmer?"

Rick cleared his throat, leaning forward. Everyone in the plane tensed for a moment, not knowing if there was going to be a fight. "It's on a need to know basis - and your job is to do and listen to what I tell you to... I decide what you should know. Got that?"

Deadshot leaned back, shaking his head. "Man... I bet it's some messed up shit, but whatever." Anya relaxed slightly, stifling a yawn. "Am I boring you?"

She shook her head instantly. "No...just tired." She replied honestly, adjusting until she felt comfortable enough.

Harley's eyes widened. "We'll pipe down for ya!"

Slipknot looked over at Anya, an unsettling look was in his eyes. "Sweet dreams." He slyly commented, with a wink.

She grimaced in return. "Yeah... Sorry, but that's just the stuff nightmares are made of...so, thanks!" She rolled her eyes, before slowly closing them. She could hear various whispers of conversations, the only person who didn't seem to talk was Katana. Anya shifted slightly, already starting to feel so tired. Everything that had happened was a blur and even she hated that she didn't know what they were getting into too...

She quickened her pace slightly, nothing too much to draw attention. She didn't know if she was being followed - she took enough turns and alternative routes, so that if she was they wouldn't be anymore.

"Grosvenor Avenue... Grosvenor - aha!" She muttered, catching sight of the sign and starting to slow down. She glanced down quickly at the paper crumpled in her hand and caught sight of the number she needed. Looking ahead, she caught sight of a block of apartments which seemed most likely to be where he was. She scanned the area as she approached the entrance door, it seemed to be run down but not as dangerous as some areas nearby. She noted the keyhole on the door and inhaled sharply, wondering how the hell she would get in. She couldn't ring any doorbells as she had to have never been there. Before she could decide on what to do, she caught sight of a young blonde woman walking down with a screaming toddler gripping onto her hand.

Anya quickly got out her phone and held it up to her ear. "Yeah, babe - no!" She looked up as the woman opened the door and she held it open for her, letting her out first. The woman quickly nodded in acknowledgment, before shouting at her kid to rush along. "No, I'm here now...Yeah... Oh, yeah I did see that." She quickly got in and glanced behind her to check the woman wasn't watching, before putting her phone back in the pocket. She knew he would be on the ground floor - a man in his position would always make sure of an easy escape route. Without hesitating for any second longer, she opened the door at the end of the corridor and found herself facing number 102.

"Mr. Lawton?" She said out loud, knocking twice on the door. She paused hearing some movement before the door opened. The man standing there looked instantly defensive, glancing back to the visible window in his apartment and looking behind her shoulder.

"Who the hell are you?" He asked, crossing his arms and stepping forward.

"I'm saving your life - that is, unless you don't let me in-" She glanced behind her, one eyebrow raised. "How long till the eavesdropper start listenin'?" He smirked lightly, before stepping aside. Anya closed the door behind her and heard the cock of a gun instantly. "So you are smart - Great (!)"

"I don't care that you're a woman-"

"- you gonna kill me?"

"No... I'll just injure you enough to not cross my path again."

She smirked. "You don't even know why I'm here." She reached into her jacket pocket pulling out her knife, placing it on the table next to her. "I'm not a fan of guns - that's all I got."

He sniggered. "This some sort of trust game? Cause I ain't playing."

She nodded in return, picking up the folded piece of paper in her pocket and taking it out. "This... is proof." She motioned for him to take it and cautiously watched his expression change as he unfolded the paper and read what was on it. "You can do what you like with it."

He nodded, placing it in his pocket and lowering his gun. "How long do I have?"

"I'm here now - so I'd say at least 22 hours before they come here, guns a' blazin'. Get as far away as you can, take your daughter and keep a low profile for now."

He stepped forward, eyeing her carefully. "Why you helpin' me? You work for them and you're warning me - why?"

"Because I wish somebody did the same for me." She replied honestly. There was no reason for her to not tell the truth, she'd never see him again. "Plus, even though your 'job' is questionable... You clearly care for your daughter." She smiled lightly at him, before turning around and preparing to leave.

"Hey - " He said, causing Anya to turn her head slightly. "I owe ya - thanks."

"Forget my face and good luck."

Anya frowned feeling like she was having one of those falling dreams, but this time accompanied with shouts and a scream. She sighed heavily, drifting in and out of sleep.

"Anya!" Rick yelled at her, making her open her eyes in panic. She glanced around seeing the majority of people out of the plane and various dents around the place, with cargo scattered all around.

"What is going on?"

"We got shot down - " He commented, grabbing under her arm and helping her up. "You okay? You good to go?"

She nodded, feeling a slight ache on the side of her head. "Yeah, let's go." She replied, carefully stepping around the cargo on the floor towards the exit. She glanced outside, seeing the Squad talking amongst themselves, with the soldiers keeping watch nearby. There were various smokes of fire around and a dark, dim atmosphere on the streets, which were abandoned. "Damn...things got serious fast, huh?"

Rick motioned for her to walk down, keeping his hand on her shoulder to keep her steady. "This is just the start."