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[b][color=DC143C][u]Prologue: Suicide Squad[/u][/color]
Unknown Location, Eastern Europe
May 2nd, 2016[/b][/center][hr]
And Roy Harper was exactly told why he needed to help the mysterious warlord who gave him more than enough incentive. They had found out about a little something he was trying to keep on the DL and honestly he was pretty annoyed that he was being baited into working for someone Green Arrow would use as a public pincushion. But at least he wasn’t [i]alone[/i]— a fact that was clear as he looked around in the old ruined castle near the the border as he spotted four other people in addition to himself who all had the same “boy, do I hate my life” expression on their face. This long-haired individual had brought together a motley crew of expendables for this little “mission”. Some of the faces familiar to Roy given his personal relationship with several people who were quite good at the whole hero & criminal database management thing, his brows narrowing as he looked over the lot of them.

[b][color=DC143C]“Raise your hand if you are getting paid for this crap show.”[/color][/b]

All of the faces looked over Roy’s comment, one of which with a wide smirk— but she didn’t raise her hand. None of them did. One of them laughed, and another one scowled.

[color=DC143C][i]Just what I thought.[/i][/color]

Roy grumbled under his breath as he grabbed the collar of his worn traveler’s jacket, tugging on it to straighten it out. But what was the whole deal with the scenario, really? The walking cliché didn’t say what he wanted them to do, he just told them why they were going to help in. But then again he was trying to keep the ‘mood’ as that was what walking cliché’s liked to do. Next on the checklist was loud theatrics after everyone had gotten “comfortable” with each other, though Roy wasn’t sure that was going to be completely easy considering at least half of his new “friends” happened to be as enthusiastic as he was. If Green Arrow had ever got wind of this he’d never live it down. He could just hear the lectures now.

[color=bc8dbf][b]“So. You use a bow and arrow, huh? Isn’t that a little fucking stupid?”[/b][/color]

Roy narrowed his brows, a wide shit-eating grin curling on his lips. [color=DC143C][b]“No. It’s [i]really[/i] fucking stupid. But yeah, I use a bow. What of it?”[/b][/color]

The leather jacket toting girl laughed hard as she slammer her fist into Roy’s left shoulder playfully. Roy personally didn’t care much for it, but he was too distracted and annoyed to really do much about it; not to mention he knew decking a “teammate” no matter how much of an annoying criminal they actually were. Mr. Cliché hadn’t gathered them up for them to play poker for shiggles. Roy was just waiting for the speech and the “plan” that was sure to come with the speech.

[color=bc8dbf][b]“I like you. This is going to be fun.”[/b][/color]

Whatever ‘this’ was, Roy just wanted it over and done with. However, no matter what the circumstances were and what they had on him for blackmail, there was no way he was [i]hurting[/i] any [i]innocent[/i] lives in the process because of it. Roy had one rule that he had inherited in his mind and even during his wayward adventures in Eastern Europe still committed himself to. 

[color=DC143C][i]No killing.[/i][/color]

Roy, shuffled his hands in his pockets in a fit. [color=DC143C][b]“Is it?”[/b][/color]

Before the woman could offer a reply the lights dimmed and the chattering of an old projector became adamant as here once again was Mr. Cliché with the widest grin on his face yet. An annoyed sigh left Roy’s lips as he looked over the man above a short set of stone stairs, looking down at them as he prepared his little mission briefing.

[b]“Welcome, my friends. We can now get started knowing I have ensured your loyalties to this little gambit. But it is known that it is dangerous, and could risk you your lives— but you know you have no choice in this matter and that will not change after all the work I put into convincing you all. It is good to have people who are willing to die for you. But we have limited time, or well… [i]I[/i] have limited time. Your mission will be discreet and covert as you retrieve a package of sorts for me; working together as a skilled team deferring to one another through your already chosen nicknames.”[/b]

His eyes moved over the lot of the group. [b]“Arsenal. Mimi. Katana. Technocrat. Cyborg.”[/b]

[color=6E4647][b]“What and where?”[/b][/color]

[b]“I am glad you asked.”[/b]

A click of a button and the projector slid to the next panel and Roy cursed out loud with no restraint. [color=DC143C][b]“Shit.”[/b][/color]

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