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"We're still working on it. Not everyone can run at the speed of light, Roadster.", was Slade's response to Zoom's question about whether they had secured transport yet. His bountiful exchange of words with The Cat had kept the team behind schedule, something he should have foreseen. Slade was renowned for being calculative and thinking ahead of time, but for some reason, his behavior turned more volatile during his brief stay in Belle Reve. It could've been the sedatives, or the fact that his imprisonment caused a dent in his reputation, a reputation which he values. Or perhaps, it could just be Catman's incoherent rambling which managed to agitate him. He wasn't certain, and he didn't have enough time to be.

As more armed guards made their way inside the site, Slade threw a glance at Boomer and Ravager. "I'm going to pull one of them for interrogation. Cover me.", he said, rapidly switching covers as the bullets whizzed past him. Using his cunning and deadly abilities, he managed to get close to a unit of six of the prison's official lackeys, pulling out his dual pistols. In a surprise attack, he shot four of them down, deciding to subjugate the remaining two in a far more amusing method - his dual pistols now holstered, the One-Eyed Mercenary swiftly dodged one of the guard's horizontal knife slash, before removing the shiv out of his hand and violently stabbing it up his throat, blood gurgling down from it. The last guard was only left with his pistol, desperately trying to put a bullet in Slade's head, but to no avail. The latter uses the body of his dead colleague as a human shield, before finally letting go of it and lunging at the guardian, effectively disarming and pinning him down to the ground.

"We don't have much time here kiddo, so you just tell me about the APCs and I'll make your death less painful.", Slade remarked, increasing his tone so as to avoid his voice getting muffled by the firefight. The guard's mouth remained shut. Upon seeing that he's not gonna co-operate, Deathstroke grabbed the pistol from his holster and shot the already wounded man in the leg, provoking a blood curdling scream by his side. "Okay, okay. It's in the Hangar, adjacent to the weapon storage!", the man let out a response, grunting from the pain as he did so. With no time left to waste, the Merc. punched the guard, immediately knocking him out, before gesturing Boomer and Ravager to follow him.