Brie nodded quietly when given the order. 16 groups of bees formed a circle around them as they trekked, each forming a split screen on her tablet. Being less physically fit than the rest of the Suicide Squad members, she lagged behind the rest of them. When she noticed troopers on some of the screens, she tried to run towards Plastique, but slipped and flailed around to avoid falling to the sand. She then tried longer strides and jumps to get to Plastique. By the time Brie got to Plastique, Plastique had already began talking to Black Spider. Brie looked at her legs in disappointment.

On the other hand, Komand'r carelessly trekked through the sand, taking sips from her beer which grew warmer by the minute. [color=a187be][i]I should've brought a cooler[/i][/color], she looked in retrospect. Whenever she would tire from walking, she flew up with her rocket boots, and when she would tire of flying, she would walk.

Once they got into the bunker, Komand'r's first instinct was to hurry to the fridge to put her beverages in. Brie, limping from exhaustion by then, went to her bunk, took off her shoes, and massaged her sore feet.