Chapter 3

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(Dipper pov)

I lay on the cold concrete floor of my cell looking up at the ceiling fiddling with a shank I made out of a toothbrush. They took away my hammock because I stabbed a guard with my spoon again. I usually save the spoon stabbing for Saturday meal time but I was just really bored and thought it would bring me some brief entertainment. Besides the guy was being a dick about telling me to not be in the hammock. But where else am I supposed to sleep? They never gave me a bed in here. I'm staring up at the ceiling when I hear alarms going off. I sit up stuffing the shank up my sleeve as a bunch of guards open my cell pointing taser guns at me. "On your knees and hands where we can see them."

"Alright alright." I get on my knees keeping my hands up. "I'm chill this is me being chill." One apporaches me grabbing my arm and I pull his arm towards me breaking it. I roll onto my hands doing a handstand, my legs wrapping around the neck of another guard. I pull myself up and stab him in the neck with the shank many times his body falling down dead. I stand up only for those assholes to shoot me with their tasors causing me to shriek in pain as I fall to the floor. Several guards grab my arms dragging me out of the cell and force me to sit in a wheelchair as they strap me to the wheelchair. They wheel me down the halls, some men in army unifroms standing around. "Hey who are you guys?" They take out this gun thing with a needle to inject things. "What is that?" They all continue to ignore me. "Hey I'm talking to you, you fucking assholes." They walk towards me with the device. "No no no get that away from me get the fuck away from me!" One of the army men holds my head while another puts the device into my neck painfully injecting something into me. "Ow! You fuck!"

They wheel me outside and Gideon jogs next to me slipping my phone into my hand. "You dropped this." The phone buzzes and there's a text message from Bill. 'I'm coming for you.' I smile slightly seeing the message and I know Gideon saw it too. "Your boyfriend coming for you? You'll tell him I took care of you right?"

I giggle as I look up at him. "You're so screwed." I saw as I continue laughing as I get wheeled to a helipad, the army men stopping Gideon from going any further. I look and see Deadshot, Killer Croc and Diablo strapped in wheelchairs as well. They unstrap us and I stand up putting the phone in my pocket and stretch my arms over my head. Two cars pull up, out of one is Captain Boomerang and the other is Slipknot, both of them wearing handcuffs.

That guy from the other day, Rick Flag, stands in front of us. "Alright here's what is going to happen. You are all going to go with me to rescue an important political figure from the storm. The whole city is shut down right now and that's why you're doing it?"

"What's to stop us from just running off or killing you?" I ask voicing everyone's question.

"You all got injected with a small bomb. You run or kill me and you die. If I get killed then you die. Any other questions?" When no one says anything he continues talking. "Your gear is over in the crates, you have 5 minutes to get ready." Armed men kick green crates over to us.

I open the crate kicked in front of me. Opening it I see the outfit I had been wearing when I got arrested. I pick up my white choker that has Bill's name in gold. I smile as I hug it to my chest then put it on. I change into my outfit, the shorts showing the tats I got for Bill's birthday last year. As I pull my shirt on I see everyone looking at me. "What? What are you all looking at?" They all look away and I finish getting changed, putting my hat on my head and even doing my makeup just the way Bill would like it.

Dipper outfit

Dipper outfit

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