"Yeah I hit a wall, I prayed that I would make it through, make it through"
Deadshot
"Anyone thinks this is finally getting real?" Harley asks. She looks excited.
"Grow up, lady," Flag growls. "it's always been real." He turns to one of his men. "Here's where we split up. Chinnock-1 will take you to your mission location. So…later?"
"Yeah. What you said…later."
Deadshot pulls at his chains. He knows he can easily rip them off but this wasn't the time. Best to survey the land first. He wanted Flag dead so bad he can taste it, but he also knew that if he tries to, the sharpshooters will take him out before he takes another breath. Flag wouldn't be worth not seeing Zoe and Lena again.
He had to keep remaining himself that he was fighting for them. Everything was for them.
"So what's your problem with us Flag?" He asks loudly. "We're here. We're gonna kill whatever you tell us to kill. You should be thanking us."
"My problem?" Flag answers. "You're my problem, Lawton. You and the rest of these arrogant murderers."
"You kill, too." Deadshot said.
"Hey," Harley shouts. "we got company!"
As the Chinook starts to rise, a black-clad figure leapt inside. She was an Asian with short straight black hair. A samurai sword rest against her waist. She looks strong and deadly.
"You're late." Flag tells her.
She replies back in Japanese. Flag looks back at the rest of the group.
"This is Katana." He said. "She's got my back. She can cut all you with one sword stroke. Just like mowing the lawn."
Deadshot was more focus on her sword.
"I would advise not getting killed by her." Flag warns. "Her sword traps the souls of its victims."
Harley reaches out a hand to the mysterious woman. "Harley Quinn, nice to meet ya!"
Katana stares blankly at Quinn.
"I love your perfume," She tells her. "What is that? The smell of death?" She laughs nervously.
Katana looks back at Flag, speaking to him in Japanese again. He laughs.
"Easy cowgirl," He tells him. "This ain't that kind of rodeo. Come sit down."
Harley looks back at Deadshot. "She seems nice."
"You just love trouble don't ya Doll face?" He questions.
As Chinook-2 approaches Midway City, Deadshot can smell the burning smoke. The sounds of sirens can be faintly heard from below. He notices how everyone else was quiet, probably because of the mass destruction happening below. Or maybe they didn't want to piss off the Flag. Even Harley Quinn was strangely quiet, not even paying attention to the destruction. He notices that she had a phone in her hand.
She looks up at him. Her eyes asking him to keep her secret. He smiles back at her. He wasn't the type to snitch.
From the corner of his eye, she winks at him.
"So what happened?" Deadshot asks Flag.
"Terror attack. Dirty bombs, bad guys shooting up the place with AK's." Flag response casually and quickly. "You know. The usual shit."
"Right," Deadshot said sarcastically. "And you're a bad liar."
Flag glares at him, but he ignores it.
"I dunno if they told you but I'm a hitman." Deadshot explains. "I'm not a fireman. I don't save people."
"Anything for a dollar?"
"You know that dark places too," Deadshot said. "don't act like you don't."
"I'm a soldier," Flag states. "And you're a serial killer who takes credit cards. And when the shootin starts, and it will, you'll be the first to cut and run."
Suddenly, gunfire whipped up from the streets. Bullets penetrates the steel walls and the left turbine on the Chinook-2. The chopper lurched back and forth uncontrollably.
"Hold on tight," Flag bellowed.
The Chinook-2's engine was nearly gone, but the pilot was able to force the chopper in at an angle, barely topping the shorter office buildings surrounding the city center. The landing struts broke off as the chopper slams into several satellite dishes.
Chinook-2 was spinning now. Deadshot felt like he was inside a washing machine stuck on spin cycle. The left turbine was now engulfed in fire and smoke.
BAM!
The chopper crashes onto the ground with full force, kicking up dust and debris. As the thick dust begins to settle down, Flag was shouting.
"Move! Move! Get out!"
As he steps out of the now destroyed chopper, Deadshot looks up at the dead sky. The air was still thick and humid. The smell of burning rubber didn't help either. From the right corner of his eye, he sees something moving. He glances over to his right. There was something there, something looking at him.
"Lawton!" He hears Flag calling for him. "Don't you try to escape!"
He looks back at the group and back at whatever was looking at him. Whatever it was, it was gone now. Maybe he hit his head hard when the chopper was crashing. Maybe there is something in the air that's making him see things.
"Yeah, I'm just goin crazy."
Morana
She watches him from a distance.
The assassin sees her and she sees him. How fun it would be kill him. To rip his insides out and choke him with his own intestines. Opening his rib cage with her bare hands and consuming his heart as he takes his last breath.
A hand rest on her sword, as she gets ready to pull it out, he turns away. She growls in frustration.
She'll have to wait.
For now.
Deadshot
Flag led the group under the freeway to the ramp, heading towards north. They joined up with the SEALS from Chinook-1.
"What now?" One of them asks.
Flag checks the GPS on his phone. "We're about ten block from the objective. Gimme two columns. Longrifle elements will leapfrog and maintain overwatch. We come in any contact with the enemy, peel off. None of the John Wayne shit. No taking them on yourselves or even in pairs."
He looks back at the SEAL he was speaking to. "Your men ready, GQ?"
"Rodger all, Colonel," GQ said, turning to his SEALs. "First squad, left echelon. Second squad, take right. Senior Chief?"
"Sir?"
"You grew up here?"
"Yessir."
"Then you've got point, Senior."
Flag addresses his own squad. "Watch how the pros do it," he shouts.
Deadshot nodded, somewhat impressed. In another life he'd been in the military. It was where he learned to become a sharpshooter. He respected their discipline. He didn't respect how they had to follow orders from cowards who hid in control rooms while snipers put their lives on the line.
The one good thing he can say about Flag is that the man was no coward.
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