"I was bracing for the pain and then I let it go,

I gathered all my strength and I found myself whole,"

Deadshot

The pain was almost unbearable but he'll live. He was just happy the Croc saved his life from the crazy demon bitch. The half-man, half-beast helps Deadshot onto his feet.

"Thanks, man."

Croc just grunts and growls. It was hard to tell if he was grinning or annoyed. Either way, he was still grateful.

Deadshot scans the room quickly. The things were ignoring the SEALs and the squad. They were all targeting Flag. For a moment Deadshot laughed, thinking Flag deserves it, but the joy he felt evaporated quickly.

"They're after Flag!" He shouted the Squad.

"It's his problem," Capt. Boomerang calls out. "I got my own."

"No. They're leaving us alone…maybe just for now. Circle up. Circle around him." Deadshot orders. "We gotta save him."

"You're crazy," Capt. Boomerang said.

"Do what I say, dammit."

Flag was surrounded, but he still kept his ice-cold demeanor on his face as he unloaded mags into the damn things. Deadshot grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him back. The entire Squad forms into a circle around Flag, and Deadshot places himself in the middle of it.

"Get in here!" He orders Flag.

"Let me fight!" Flag argues.

"You die. We die."

"They're trying to kill me." Flag tells him.

"Deadshot grins under his mask. "They're gonna have to get in line behind me."

More of the creatures came into the room like a swarm of locust. They continue to ignore everyone else in the room, going directly for Flag. Deadshot shot him a look.

"They really do want you," he said questioningly.

"They're really ignoring the rest of us," adds Capt. Boomerang. "Maybe we should let 'em have ya, mate."

"They know who the big kahuna is," Flag responded.

"You wish," Deadshot replies.

"Then I'll see you in hell, won't I?"

"Behind you. Shut up and duck." Deadshot opens fire. It took three full mags before their crusted, barnacled faces had been reduced to little more than mush. He stared at his gun and felt his heart jump.

He was out of ammo.

Deadshot flips his wrist magnums into position. Each had a full mag in it. An arm suddenly grabbed him from behind. He saw the flesh under its torn uniform. He could make out at least half-dozen eyes just from one section of the monster's arm. He jammed the wrist magnum in the monster's face and fired.

It jerks back and fell, releasing its grip. He aims his magnum to finish it off but Harley stepped in his way. She brought her heavy wooden bat down onto the hideous creature and smashes it into pieces.

"And that's how it's done." She chirped. "You put 'em down, I flatten 'em."

Deadshot scans the room, again. It appears that the threat of those damn creatures was gone now. At least he hopes so.

"I think they're gone for now." Deadshot mumbles.

Flag walks towards the exit, nothing looking back. "We're on the clock. Move it Get off the X."

As the group made their way towards the catwalk, another group of those creatures began firing at them. Flag and the SEALs already ran for cover, retreating back into the office area and they fire back.

Glass walls shatters as bullets penetrates them. Diablo was standing a few yards away, just standing there and doing nothing. His pacifist act was pissing off Deadshot. Being peace is not gonna keep him from dying. He goes over to the former gang member, removing his mask.

"Where you been, homie?" Deadshot questions.

"This ain't my fight!" Diablo tells him, shaking his head.

He felt his anger rising. "You know what? You don't stand for shit, you ain't about shit!" He said to him, stabbing him in the chest with his finger.

"Don't touch me man." Diablo warns. "I didn't ask to be here!"

Deadshot was unfazed by his threat, continuing to hit Diablo on his bald head. "Don't touch you? What you gonna do?"

"Don't touch me!"

"I'm touching you! I'm touching you!" Deadshot mocks. "Do something. Do something!"

"Don't touch me!" Diablo yells.

Glancing down, Deadshot sees how red Diablo's hands had gotten, knowing he was getting to him. He had to be careful. Very careful.

"You wanna see something?" Diablo screams over the gunfire.

"Yes, I wanna see something!" Deadshot yells back.

Diablo shoves him to the side. He watches as Diablo raises his hands and fire suddenly burst from his hands. He screams and launched a massive column of fire at the creatures. They caught fire instantly. Some of them lost their balance and fell over the bars of the catwalk while others mere screech in pain until they melted into tar-like goo.

Diablo was panting hard; he looks back at Deadshot with a dangerous look in his eyes.

"I was just trying to get you there." Deadshot tells him. "Phil Jackson. We good, right?"

The group proceeded to the stairs. Harley kept climbing even as she took deep breaths.

"I am definitely out of shape," she said as the SEALs rush past her as if she were standing still. "God I need to work on my cardio."

Deadshot was walking next to Flag. "So, Flag," Deadshot said. "why are they after you like that? What's your secret?"

"I have no idea."

Deadshot can tell his was lying. "Okay…why did you call She-Ra the crazy demon bitch Lena?"

Flag clears his throat. "I didn't."

"I heard you call it that." Deadshot accuses. "Is there something you wanna tell me?"

"No. I ain't gotta tell you a goddamn thing, Lawton." Flag snaps at him. He could tell Flag was guilty about something but didn't know what and why.

Deadshot stops for a moment to rest his legs. He notices that Harley wasn't moving at all, as if she was stuck in a day dream. He walks to her and taps her on the shoulder.

"Harley? Hello?" He waves a hand in front of her face. "Earth to Harley Quinn. Is anyone in there?"

She pulls out her handgun and points it directly at his forehead. He gulps slightly.

"Woah," Deadshot said, holding up his hands. "It's just me."

She looks at him disappointed, like she was hoping he was someone else. "Have you ever been in love?"

"Nope." He lied.

"Bullshit."

"Listen, you don't kill as many people as I have and sleep like a kitten at night." Deadshot explains to her. "If you feel shit like love."

Harley stares at him. "Figures. Just another textbook sociopath."

"Look whose talkin'."

"Hm?"

"Can't wait to go back to him," Deadshot tells her. "when's the last time someone was nice to you?"

She stares at him, unable to respond as he hit the first landing and headed up the next flight.

"My boyfriend's going to kill you," she shouted.

Deadshot laughs and continues on.

A/N: I might post Chapter 18 today.