Dangerously Sane:
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Chapter Nine:
Anya readjusted her grip on her gun, lightly wriggling her fingers. She glanced around at all the chaos, flickers of fire in the distant and destroyed cars scattered all around the place. It seemed impossible to think that this time yesterday people were going about their day-to-day life, yet here s he was walking between prisoners and armed men - not an ideal situation. She looked behind her, seeing Rick talking to GQ - no doubt discussing strategies. She sighed softly, sniggering lightly at what he had told her the mission was. It was as obtuse as you can get. HTV-1. A rescue mission - but rescuing who? That was the question on everyone's lips.
"...Spread the word." She heard Deadshot say to Harley.
Anya jumped slightly, feeling a hand on her shoulder and looked around to see Harley grinning at her. "Geez, you gotta be real tired to sleep through a crash, huh?"
She shrugged in response. "Well, that and I think I hit my head, got knocked out or something..." She paused, seeing Harley looking intently at her. "Is there something on my face?"
"I'm wonderin'..." She replied brightly, resting her bat on her shoulders. "See, if you were any of those uniform-wearing boys behind.. I'd wanna pry your brain apart and have some fun."
"You can go ahead - it's better than doing this." Anya joked in return, to which Harley cackled loudly.
"Yeah, well I like you." Harley replied with a smirk. "And I'm bettin' that if I told you I'm gonna run - you'd let me."
Anya glanced at a damaged car they walked by, contemplating what Harley said. Not only would she let them run, she'd consider running too. If only it were that simple - Waller runs the show. "I'd turn my back."
"I'm real good at this shit - You're being forced to work too, am I right?" Anya inhaled slowly, wondering if she was making it overly obvious or if Harley still had some of her psychiatry skills. She nodded, to which Harley squealed in delight. "I gotcha back. You dress like them, but you think like us." Anya stopped walking for a second, before shaking her head lightly and starting to walk again. "Told ya, I'm good at this shit."
"You really are - it's kinda freaking me out."
"Aw, stop." Harley mockingly replied, with a grin. "No, but, seriously - you and him, you gotta just jump on it while you can."
"Jump on it?!" Anya repeated in disbelief, rolling her eyes. "Not gonna happen."
She glanced behind her, swinging her baseball bat down. "He can barely stop lookin' at you - You two can find somewhere, I'll stand guard and kill anyone who tries to interrupt." She paused looking at Anya's face, before letting out a laugh. "I'm kidding - I won't stand guard, I'd be gone by then."
Anya sniggered in response, trying to maintain her professional front. She noticed Boomerang walking near them and he moved towards her. "What are you two crazy ladies talkin' about?"
Harley's eyes widened slightly, before she moved towards Boomerang, steering him away from Anya. "Catch ya later!" She cheerily called back to her, leaving her to walk in silence by herself.
Anya looked down at the ground, Harley's words were running through her mind. Rick Flag was her boss, at most an acquaintance - there was no way she would ever even host the thought of getting somewhat involved with him. She shook her head, Okay...So, he's attractive - Which means nothing. She reassured herself.
"Yo, Xena!" Deadshot said suddenly, walking quicker so that he was next to her. "We good to talk now?"
She rolled her eyes, pursuing her lips. She knew the conversation was going to happen and at the literal moment, there was no way out of it. "Do I get a choice?" She asked sarcastically, to which he raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth to reply. She quickly held a hand up to him. "Rhetorical question, dude."
He looked ahead, gun armed and ready for any hostiles they may come across. "I wanted to say thank you...y'know what for."
She didn't dare to look at him, but lowered her voice slightly. "I told you to forget my face - you should've done that."
Deadshot let out a low laugh and Anya turned seeing him look at her, with a glint of disbelief in his eyes. "Forget the face of the woman who got me several more years...with the only person I care about? Not happening." He nodded to himself, before speaking up again. "Things worked out how they did, I'm here now - but that extra time I got? I owe you one."
"No you don't." Anya replied, smirking lightly. She didn't doubt for one second that the squad weren't thinking of running-heck, the thought even crossed her mind several times. "You gonna run, you gotta be careful - look what happened to the other guy."
Deadshot stopped walking for a second, looking at her in surprise. "You surprise me more and more - and this is some crazy shit that's happenin'." He motioned to the area where everyone was slowing down slightly.
"It's cool." Anya replied, glancing behind her to see Rick walking forward with GQ.
"Everyone stay put." He commented, glaring at Deadshot. Harley walked up towards Anya, with Boomerang by her side. Anya watched as he walked by towards another car, his gun raised at something in the distance. She frowned seeing some sort of...well, not people. That's for sure.
"Screw this." She muttered, walking forward, raising her gun. She carefully stepped forward, getting a better view of what they were looking at. Whatever it was - it wasn't normal. This was some next level shit they were dealing with. She glanced back at the three who were by the car and talking amongst themselves. She had no doubt they would try to run and truth be told, she'd let them. If the past few years have taught her anything, it's that those who seem good are worse than those that are not.
"I told you to stay put." Rick whispered, when she approached him. His eyes trained on the creatures a bit further up.
She rolled her eyes, aiming her gun at the things. "Sorry, you're majesty - this seemed important."
"Flag - what the hell are those things?" Deadshot asked, charging forward, gun ready.
He quickly glared at Deadshot, readjusting his gun when the creatures stopped moving and slowly turned their heads towards their direction. They held their breath for a second, time seeming like it was standing still. Within a second, the creatures started charging towards to them. "FIRE!" Flag shouted, to which immediate gunshots sounded.
"Shit!" Anya commented, firing at two of the creatures who seemed to be coming towards them at an impossibly quick rate. She quickly stepped back keeping her gun trained and firing at the targets, before ducking down behind a car. She looked around to see where everybody was, Diablo was backing off away from the fight and she swore that she caught a glimpse of Boomerang with a beer can. Anya quickly got up and retreated further back, grabbing a hold of one of the creatures that was grasping a soldier. She gritted her teeth pushing it back and quickly firing a bullet into its head, three consecutive times.
"Anya - behind you!" Flag shouted, making her turn around in time to see a creature charging towards her. Anya ducked down swiftly kicking the creature, before charging at the one in front of her. She gritted her teeth, grabbing it by its shoulders and using all her strength to swing her legs up hooking them around its neck, the impact sending the creature falling to the floor. She exhaled quickly, hearing heavy footsteps behind her. From her peripheral vision she could see another creature heading towards her and she crouched down, rolling away quickly . She clicked her now-empty gun, before throwing it down to the side.
"Damnit!" She exclaimed, not seeing any weapon nearby. She quickly kicked her feet up, using the force to land solidly so that she was standing. "Let's play." She muttered, stepping forward with a roundhouse kick which landed on the creatures chest. She jumped forward grabbing its neck and pulling it down, as she drove her knee upwards, which knocked the creature down immediately. She quickly glanced over to where Flag was, seeing that he wasn't there anymore. She stepped forward, catching sight of him on the floor and GQ and Harley were getting rid of the creatures that surrounded him.
"Ah! You shit-bag!" Anya exclaimed, feeling a decomposed hand grab the back of her neck. She drove her elbow out behind her, connecting with the creature and squatted down, getting a grip with both hands around its torso. With gritted teeth, she used all her strength to fling it forward past her and onto the floor. "Son of a bitch!" She said angrily, stamping repeatedly on its head until it was just pulp.
"Holy shit." Flag commented, walking towards her with a look of curiosity and admiration in his eyes.
She rolled her eyes, glancing down at the ground and smiling as she found a spare gun, presumably from one of the not so fortunate soldiers. Picking it up, she looked over to him to see a creature advancing from behind. Without any hesitation she quickly stood up, cocked the gun and fired by the side of his head, making him jump and the creature crumple to the floor.
He aimed his gun at the now dead creature, looking back at Anya. "Thanks!"
She smirked and winked at him, turning to see Deadshot standing on a car and gunning down the rest of the creatures. "Eyes on the prize."
