Victor had just enough time to throw his two Vulture blades into two of the remaining guards, each heavily armed. He had another second left, and looked into the terrified faces of the hostages. A woman's mascara ran and her mouth gag was soaked. An oriental gentleman was crying for his mother, and a white guy had the look of a man who was at peace with the his fate.

Then he locked eyes with the greatest gunman in the world, and it happened.

Time sped up to it's usual pace, and everything just happened all at once. Something crashed through the window on the opposite side, the guards went down, and a trap Victor had triggered was set off, the explosive thermal winds sent him into a water cooler, and knocked him out cold for several moments.

In the last few moments between consciousness and unconsciousness, he saw a young woman with brown hair, and possibly grey eyes, something you don't normally see on an attractive young lady like her. In his state of pain, Victor thought he was hallucinating, so he thought up something cliche to say, "If you're an angel, go smite that sonofabitch," he said, weakly pointing to the figure of Deadshot.