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AN – just a quickie there is an important question in the author's note at the end, either leave you answer in a review or message me, thanks puddin'

Chapter Three -

Lena caught her brother looking at her so she waved in his direction before going back to arranging all her weapons.
"Hey there, that's a big gun for a little girl." A shadow was cast over Lena's ensemble as she looked up to see El Diablo stood over her.
"I ain't no little girl, piss me off and I'll blow you to smithereens." Lena growled in a dangerous tone.
"Why so much anger?" El Diablo questioned her further, which probably wasn't a good idea. Before Lena could answer she spotted a small fluffy pink unicorn, she picked it up stroking its fur gently in circles. It smelled like tobacco and beer, the only person who gave off such a stench was the one person now stood in front of her.

"What ya think you've got their girly?" A broad Australian accent filled her ears
"Jus' a pretty lil unicorn, I think I'm gonna keep it, finders keepers and all that." Lena smiled playfully as she spoke, wanting to see how far she could push the Australian before he would admit that it was his.
"Come now girly, I think you should give it back to its rightful owner, stealing ain't nice." Digger Harkness was starting to feel antsy at the way this 'girly' was pushing his buttons.
"In case you forgot, we're criminals that's what we do." Lena spoke in a sickly sweet tone to Harkness, working her magic on him was easier than she had thought, still stroking the little pink unicorn.

A steel boomerang was suddenly held to her neck, as Lena let out a giggle herself pulling out a hidden gun from her pants. Before the pair could move to do any real damage to each other they were dragged apart by several soldiers.
"You are not here to fight each other…start anymore of this shit and you'll both die before we get to where we're going." Rick appeared seemingly out of nowhere, the pair were pushed in opposite directions.

"who's ruffled your feathers?" Harley mused as she watched Lena stalk over to her and Deadshot, Lena however didn't answer instead sat down on the ground seething with rage.
"What's your deal kid?" Deadshot questioned the much younger woman, exchanging looks with Harley.
"Oh my little birdy's just a lil angry ain't cha?" Harley knew how far exactly she could push her little birdy before she would break, Lena closed her eyes as she tried to clear the voices in her head who were screaming bloody murder.
"Kill him, shoot him straight between the eyes, he won't know what's hit him." The most evil of the voices spoke with malice its words almost dripping with the blood it wanted spilled.
"We deserved what we got." The most reasonable of the voices spoke up as loud as it could to be heard over the 20 or so others.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up." Lena drew her knees up to her chest and placed her hands over her ears. Someone placed a hand on her head as if trying to soothe her, She didn't look up to see who it was, Lena was afraid that if she did, she might well do something she would regret.
"Birdy…it's okay." Harley knelt beside one of her few friends, she removed the youngers girls hands from her ears.

Lena closed her eyes taking a deep breath as if trying to centre herself before turning to Harley and fixing her lopsided pigtails, she then watched as Harley went back to fixing her makeup.
"Won't fit anymore? Too much junk in the trunk?" Harley spoke playfully as Lena watched her flirt shamelessly with Deadshot, but even Lena had to admit that he had a nice ass she found herself blushing at the thought.
"Nah. Every time I put this on somebody dies." Deadshot seemed proud of his suit and mask, a small smiled placed on his lips as he spoke of the suit he had finally been reunited with.
"And?" Harley continued to interrogate him wiggling her eyebrows as she did.
"I like putting it on." Deadshot confessed, Harley seemed to have the same sort of magic that Lena had, the type of magic that made men share all their secrets without so much as a touch.

"Goody…Something tells me a whole lotta people are about to die." Harley smiled her crazy smile as she swung her beat up old mallet from hand to hand, the rest of the squad had now all gathered around Lena, Deadshot and Harley interested to see if they had any sort of game plan.
"Yeah, it's us, we're being led to our deaths." Chato Santana or El Diablo as he was more commonly known spoke up with the harrowing truth.
"Speak for yourself mate, hey what's that crap on your face does it wash off?" Digger Harkness attempted a wise crack which no one seemed to really find really funny.

"You'd think with all of the razor sharp boomerangs he'd be able to shave, well when I cut his head off at least I can use it to mop the floor." Lena mumbled out loud to herself, Killer Croc sniggers along with a few of the other members which earned her a glare from Digger.
"Oh did I say that out loud?" Lena looked around at each of the squad members before smiling brightly.

"Hey, if you like a girl can you light a cigarette with your pinkie? Because that would be real classy?" Harley tried to break the tension between her friend and the Australian diamond thief she had picked as her new sparring partner.
"Hey you might wanna leave old boy alone, he could torch this whole joint, ain't that right ese?" Deadshot gestured to the vehicles and tents around them
"Ain't got nothing to worry about from me, I'm cool, homie." Santana emphasised the fact that he wasn't here to fight, Lena giggled at the fact he said that he was 'cool' despite being able to torch anything he felt the need too.

"Behold the voice of god." Colonel Flag and his team appeared before the squad members holding up a tablet which a woman appeared on shortly after.
"For those of you who don't know me officially, my name is Amanda Waller." The lady spoke and Lena could tell almost immediately that this was going to be a long and dragged out speech.
"There's an active terrorist event in Midway City. I want you to enter the city, rescue HVT-1 and get them to safety." Waller kept talking, Lena was already bored, she knew most of the others were wondering what 'HVT-1' was though.

"I'm sorry, for those of who don't speak good guy, what is HVT-1?" Deadshot spoke out, causing Lena to hold her hand in the air and wave it around.
"Ohhhhh, I know, I know pick me" Lena had spent sixteen years of her life hearing military type talk before running away and here was her chance to shine.
"Shoot" Deadshot looked over to her interested to see what it was she had to say.
"Basically it's a super important person like the president or someone."
"Yes and HVT-1 is the one person in this city you can't kill." Waller seemed impressed that one member of her Task Force knew what the term had meant, but the one who answered was a member of the Flag family after all.
"Complete the mission, you get time off your prison sentence, fail the mission, you die and if anything happens to Colonel Flag I'll kill every single one of you." Amanda Waller did not seem like the type of lady who wouldn't follow through with her word.

"Remember I'm watching, I see everything." Waller signed off the screen going black.
"I kinda like her." Lena expressed her fondness for the person that held their lives in her hands.
"She wants us all dead girlie and you 'kinda' like her?" Harkness spoke up much to Lena's annoyance but their again the fact that he was still breathing was an annoyance in her opinion.
"Hey, I said kinda, it's like I kinda like you all too." Lena spoke truthfully, she couldn't quite say what it was she liked about each of them but there was something there.
"Thanks birdy I like you too." Harley embraced her friend before pulling away.

"There's your pep talk." Rick spoke up again, his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses.
"Compared to your shit, she killed it. So that's it? What, we some kinda Suicide Squad?" Deadshot slipped out another wisecrack not seeming to be able to help himself.
"I'll notify your next of kin." Rick seemed to be taking Deadshot all in his stride but Lena just stared at her brother, he was her next of kin after all.
"Alpha, Bravo team mount up." Rick walked away from the squad leaving them all to revel in the events of the last twenty four hours.

"I think we should all play a little game of get to know each other, I'll go first my names Lena, I'm 21 and I killed a lotta people and I liked it." Lena stood before the group.
"Harley Quinn, I'm just here till my puddin' comes and gets me." Harley went along with her little birdy's game.
"This is some bullshit." Deadshot spoke in distaste of the stupid game.
"Floyd, I thought we were friends?" Lena looked hurt but whether that was real or an act no one would ever know.
"How'd you know my name?" Deadshot seemed curious although he didn't seem surprised.
"It's what I do." Lena smiled brightly.

"My little Birdy can read minds now ain't that real smart?" Harley bragged loudly to the others.
"How do you two know each other anyway?" Diablo asked interested to hear how the two clearly insane women met in the first place.
"Well my little birdy was singing on a street corner and me and Mr J heard and decided she would come sing at the club and the rest is history, ain't that right Birdy" Harley recounted the tale in her usual dramatic fashion while Lena nodded her head to confirm the details.

A soldier began to wave his arms at the group as if trying to herd them onto the awaiting aircraft and they all reluctantly complied. Taking their seats, they all looked around at the helicopters other occupants, a woman in a flag reminiscent of the Japanese flag jumped onto the plan as it hoovered a few feet above the ground. Lena gazed at her with little interest before looking over to Waylon Jones otherwise known as Killer Croc.
"Lena or Birdie which ever you prefer and you are?" she held out her hand too him, he seemed hesitant before taking it gently as he could in his own and shook it lightly.
"Waylon." His gravelly southern accent surprised her.

"Does it bother you?" Len was curious as to his obvious skin complaint hurt him in some way, Rick watched the exchange from where he was sat with his comrades.
"Sometimes." Waylon replied curtly, Lena gave a smiled before turning her attention elsewhere.
"Do you guys see the pretty lights?" Harley kneeled on her seat looking out of one of the small windows, Lena stood up to join her before being promptly pushed back by a man with a gun, she pouted before taking her seat.

"What's really going on down there?" Deadshot questioned Flag, he hadn't quite got the answer he was looking for yet.
"Terrorist attack, dirty bombs, AK's shooting up the place, you know terrorist shit." Flag looked over at Deadshot trying to seem confident but was failing miserably.
"Ricky, you're lying." Lena called out loudly, it was at that point that Rick gave her the kind of glare that their father used to, the one that made her want to curl up and pretend she had never been born.

"I don't know if they told you but I'm a hitman not a fireman. I don't save people." Deadshot seemed against helping the good guys and for good reason really. Lena meanwhile wiped at the tears hopping no one would notice.
"Anything for a dollar, right?" Flag knew the difference between him and Deadshot.
"You know the dark places, too. Don't act like you don't." Deadshot continued to goad the colonel wanting him to lash out.
"I'm a soldier! And you're a serial killer who takes credit cards. When the shooting starts and it will, you'll cut and run." Rick spoke louder it was obvious by his tone that he was getting more than a little annoyed. Deadshot looked at Lena as if he knew of her and Rick's connection choosing however to not voice his assumptions.

Another's Note -
Thank you all for reading so far, I really do appreciate it also thank you for the follows and favourites and reviews.

IMPORTANT
I'm considering making the next chapter a flashback chapter now would people be more interested to see Lena as a kid or from when she meets Harley and The Joker?