AS THE HELICOPTER roared to life, ready to take them to whatever they were going to face, a woman with a mask covering half of her face, and carrying a katana stepped onto the helicopter. Through her mask, Freya noted her eyes scanning over everyone in the helicopter carefully.

"You're late." Rick stated bluntly. The woman stared at him blankly for a moment, before replying in Japanese.

"I was busy." She said, and Freya held back an amused smirk at the words. Rick rolled his eyes, before turning to the team.

"This is Katana, she's got my back. She can cut all of you in half with just one sword stroke; like mowing the lawn. I would advise not to get killed by her. Her sword traps the souls of its victims." Rick introduced the woman, letting them all know not to cross her. Freya smirked from her seat between Chato, El Diablo, and Killer Croc. Harley stuck her hand out towards Katana.

"Harley Quinn, nice to meet you!" Harley said cheerfully, holding out her hand. When the woman made no move to complete the handshake, Harley dropped her hand, but it didn't stop Harley. "Love your perfume, what is that? The stench of death?" Harley asked jokingly, a wide grin on her face. Katana immediately went for her sword, and Freya shot forward in her seat, both girls reaching for their katanas. While Freya knew these people weren't the ones you wanted to cozy up to, she wasn't about the let Harley be killed before she was even given a chance to start the mission.

"Easy there cowgirl. Why don't you take a seat?" Rick said, gesturing to a seat next to him. Katana slowly released her sword, sitting down. Freya eased back in her seat, letting out a tensed breath.

"She seems nice." Harley chirped from across Freya, grinning. Freya almost laughed, shaking her head. She glanced over at Croc, taking in his 'outfit'. Freya nodded her head towards him, bumping her shoulder against him.

"I like your jacket." She said genuinely. He looked her over, eyeing her own red jacket.

"Thanks, I like yours." His voice was low, and he grumbled his words, but Freya smiled nonetheless. Harley turned in her seat, looking out the small window behind her.

"Look at all the pretty lights! Are you guys seeing this?" Harley exclaimed, referring to the big swirling vortex in the sky. Deadshot looked from Harley to Rick, raising his eyebrows.

"What happened?" Floyd asked, making Rick pull off his headset, and set it to the side.

"Terrorist attack. Bombs, bad guys, lighting up the place with AK's. You know, usual shit." Rick explained, and Freya could tell that he was lying through his teeth. Floyd nodded his head, as if he understood.

"Right. You're a bad liar." He said, and Rick stared at him. "Look, I don't know if they told you, but I'm a hit man, not a fireman. I don't save people." Floyd said, making Rick laugh humorlessly.

"Anything for a dollar, right?" Rick spat out. Freya scoffed, shaking her head.

"You go to dark places too, man, don't act like you don't." Floyd shot back at the soldier, earning him a glare.

"I'm a soldier! You're a serial killer who takes credit cards. When the shooting starts — and it will — you'll cut and run." Rick snapped back. The conversation was cut short by shots being fired at the helicopter. Sirens and alarms began going off, signaling that they were going down. Freya gripped onto the straps behind her seat for dear life, as the helicopter came crashing to the ground. An arm shot out over Freya's chest, keeping her safe, and in her seat, as it rolled several times, before landing on its side. Freya took note that it was Croc who held her in place, and sighed gratefully as soldiers rushed towards the downed helicopter. Everyone began filing out, somehow unscathed, aside from an adrenaline rush.

"Wow, what a ride!" Harley exclaimed, stepping out of the wreckage. Freya stepped out after Croc, dusting off her jacket.

"Thanks, Waylon." Freya breathed, not even catching that she had used his real name — but he did. He didn't know exactly how she had learned it, and normally he would be defensive about it. But Waylon Jones savored the moment of someone looking at him as if he were any other regular person.

"Don't mention it." He rumbled, following after the group of soldiers. The group walked through the deserted city, fire blazing around them. Debris and destruction surrounded them, and Freya couldn't help but wonder what had happened to cause this much destruction.

As they walked, Slipknot and Captain Boomerang suddenly punched some of the soldiers, not knocking them unconscious, but startling them enough that they were temporarily incapacitated. Boomerang pulled out one of his boomerangs as he faced Katana, who lunged at him. Slipknot attached one of his hooks to the roof of a building, launching upwards. He connected to the next building across the alley, and tried to escape by zipping up to the roof. Rick quickly pressed a button on his arm band, the mechanical screen blinking red around Slipknot's face. Suddenly, a small boom echoed out, and Slipknot's body hung upside down by his wire, the head gone.

"Now that's a killer app!" Harley exclaimed, staring at Slipknot's body.

"Okay. You wanna keep playing the Hollywood Squares version of "I'll Blow Your Freaking Head Off"? Are you next?" Rick shouted, looking towards Chato. The man shook his head, scoffing.

"You trippin', homie." Chato said, taking a step back. Rick turned his glare on Floyd next.

"You next, Deadshot?" Rick asked lowly. Floyd walked up to Rick, standing dangerously close to the colonel.

"You just threaten me?" Floyd asked lowly, and Rick smirked.

"Oh, yeah." He confirmed, and the two stared at each other for a moment.

"He just threatened me." Floyd said bluntly, pointing at Rick as he stepped away from him.

"Move." Rick demanded, once Floyd fell back with the rest of the task force. Slowly, everyone began walking again. Floyd now between Harley, and Freya, a scowl on his face.

"Alright. I'm gonna kill him." He hissed, glaring directly ahead of him.

"Well, you better make it quick, 'cause he's gonna kill all of us, one by one." Harley said matter-of-factly, but not seeming to be very upset about it.

"I'm gonna drop him, the sword lady, and six or seven of these SEALs. After that, I'm gonna need some help. You down?" He asked, glancing between Harley, and Freya. Freya shrugged, nodding slightly.

"Always. What about the shit in our necks?" Harley asked, making Floyd look over at her.

"Your friends' gonna help us out with that, right?" Floyd asked, and Freya knew exactly who he was talking about. Harley paused for a moment, nudging Floyd in the arm.

"You're my friend, too." She said softly, and Floyd chuckled.

"Stay evil, doll face. Spread the word."

–•–•–

Rick gestured for everyone to stop abruptly. He walked further ahead with the other soldiers, crouching down behind a car. The rest of the group stood together behind another car, looking for something ahead.

"I like these odds, mate. Just say the word and we'll move." Digger said, looking to Floyd. But both Floyd and Freya were looking out past the cars, and they both knew — something was wrong.

"Hold that thought." Freya said, walking towards Rick, with Floyd following close behind.

"Rick, why do they look like that?" Freya overhead one of the soldiers ask.

"The hell are they?" Floyd asked, tearing his eyes away from the strange creatures up ahead, and looking at Rick,

"You cut and run, I'll blow your head off." Rick threatened. Freya rolled her eyes, jabbing Rick in the side with her elbow.

"He asked a question, asshat." Freya snapped, but before Rick could respond, the creatures suddenly began charging at them. Freya pulled off her belt, the pieces connecting again as she ran towards two of the creatures. She attacked, cutting ones head off before doing the same to the other. She continued cutting them down, before a yell called out over the sounds of gunshots.

"Get off me!" Freya turned to see several of the creatures dragging Rick away, too many for him to fight off.

"Good riddance." Harley said lightly. Floyd turned to look at her, his gun raised, and still pointed at the creatures.

"Harley, he dies, we die!" He yelled at the woman. Harley huffed, and Freya twirled her sword in her hand, sprinting for Rick.

"I got it!" She yelled, easily jumping onto an abandoned car. Jumping off of the hood, Freya raised the sword over her head, street lights exploding above her, as she brought the sword down on one of the creatures. It fell to the ground dead as GQ — another soldier — helped shoot some of the others. Freya kicked another creature away, smashing it's head in, the remnants crumbling underneath her boots. After they were all dead, Freya and GQ each took one of Rick's hands, helping him up.

"Thanks." He mumbled, shaking himself off, and readjusting his equipment. Freya nodded, shoving past him, and going to join Harley. It took a moment for Freya to realize that the soldiers had stopped shooting. When she looked up, she realized why.

Deadshot was living up to his name, standing on the hood of a car, and shooting the last few creatures. Freya had to admit, she was impressed by the mans skill. Not once did he miss, or even come close to it. Soon, the creatures were all dead, and everyone was left to stare at the bodies.

–•–•–

Harley beat a creatures head in with her bat, as Freya reattached the belt around her waist. She glanced up at Harley's activities, noticing that the head was little more than a crumbled mess now.

"Hey, come on." Floyd said, nudging Harley lightly so she would stop.

"I saw it move!" She insisted, kicked the body. "See, it flinched. I think." Freya laughed at the woman, pushing away from the car she was leaning against.

"Some help you were, princess." Digger remarked, narrowing his eyes at Chato. During the fight, Chato was nowhere to be seen, hiding out where he wouldn't get hurt. Freya had seen, but said nothing, figuring that it was his business.

"Trust me, it's better this way." Chato replied, waving his hand in front of Digger's face, flames erupting out of nowhere.

"Oh, you're the fire bloke, eh?" Digger asked, and Chato nodded his head.

"Yeah, I was." Chato replied, a tone of finality in his voice. Whatever had happened to make him back down from his powers, it had to have been bad. Digger nodded, before pulling a lighter out of his pocket.

"Well, looky here — fire!" He said mockingly, waving the lighter in Chato's face, before Freya's voice behind him made him jump.

"If you don't put that away, mate, you're gonna find it somewhere very unpleasant." Freya threatened, her voice holding a dangerous edge to it. He immediately put the lighter back in his pocket, before scampering away to begin looting around the bodies, looking for anything to use for cash.

"What are they?" Harley asked, looking down at more of the bodies. They certainly weren't human, but Freya had a sinking feeling that they used to be.

"I don't know." Rick said with a shrug, before placing his hands on his hips

"That's bullshit, Rick, and you know it." Freya snapped, leaning down to grab a watch out of Digger's hands. "This is a 3,000 dollar watch. Was that a person?" She asked, gripping the watch tightly in her hand. Rick paused for a moment.

"It was. Now it's not." He said, turning to Digger, who continued looting the bodies. "Hey, don't!" He yelled, making Digger stand up. Rick got in his face, eyes narrowed into a glare that Freya wasn't sure would ever leave his face. "We got a job to do." He said lowly. Croc growled dangerously at Rick, making him turn around. "Lets go." He demanded, stomping past them. Freya scoffed, shaking her head.

"You know, I don't think he can get his head any further up his ass." She said with a roll of her eyes. A chorus of laughter echoed behind Freya as she followed Rick.