The Suicide Squad - Strange Voodoo

Intercepted

It was midnight and the city was eerily quiet. The whole of Gotham was placed under quarantine. No one could leave their homes, no one could move an inch. The commissioner, along with Amanda Waller, had deemed the threat looming over Gotham was unpredictable and dangerous.
Having employed the worst of the worst to fight against this threat didn't exactly create the safest of circumstances either.  Hence the unpredictability.

"Ten-four." Rick Flagg spoke into the walkie talkie as his eyes scanned the group of misfits following him. He cleared his throat and advanced forward.

"Waller's got eyes all over the city." He announced, making it a point to look each of them in the eye. He dug a hand in his pocket and fished out the microchip.

"We were able to trace these microchips to their rightful owners. Or should I say, owner." He noticed Joker's face twist in annoyance and smirked at the clown prince. "You ain't the only ones with good connections."

"And what connections might those be?" Joker asked, stopping Rick in his tracks. He turned to face the clown prince who was now grinning at him.

"That's classified."

"Of course it is." Joker laughed.

Deadshot stepped forward to intervene but Harley stopped him in his tracks. They made eye contact and Harley shook her head. It just wasn't worth it.
Within seconds the group was moving forward once again, advancing further into the city.

"So, who's the owner? Of the microchip. And why is it so damn quiet out here?" Deadshot asked.

"Mandated quarantine. This entire movement is posing a threat to the city and if there's anything we've learned from dealing with you dickheads in the past," Rick chuckled, "it's to be prepared for the worst. So I hope you guys are ready to risk it all."

Poison Ivy giggled. "That still doesn't answer the first half of his question."

"Get used to it, sheila. I don't like a word of this either. We're the bait again with no answers. Don't expect none, it'll be a full circle moment when this shit is done. Assuming you survive." Boomerang smirked.

Poison Ivy scoffed. "Speak for yourself."

"C'mon chief, it's not like you ain't know how this goes," Deadshot rolled his eyes. "Not our first rodeo."

"Speaking of which..." Harley pointed to a small source of light ahead of them. "What's that?"

"Shit, take cover!" Rick exclaimed, hiding behind a parked car. The rest hid behind cars, a dumpster, and an alleyway, anywhere they could find quick cover.

"You seeing this?" Flagg spoke into the walkie talkie.

"Two dumps trucks, filled to the brim with dynamite. Be careful. I don't know how many bodies there are but you seem to be outnumbered." Waller reported.

"Shit." Flagg muttered.

"What's going on?" Harley asked.

"Plow through." Waller instructs.

"You can't be serious." Flagg breathes in disbelief.

No response.
Rolling his eyes, Flagg grabs at his weapon and advances forward.
"Arm yourselves. We're pushing our way through to the next block." Flagg said simply, cocking his gun.

No words were spoken. Harley was quick to draw out her handgun while Ivy sighed and eyed the scarce greenery around her. She stayed behind near Oswald and  Edward, who drew there own handguns at the ready.
Deadshot, and boomerang also drew their weapons. 
Harley glanced over at Joker and saw he was leaning against the dirty walls of the alley, casually waiting. Once their eyes met, Joker grinned wide but Harley rolled her eyes and turned her focus back to the trouble at hand.

Now wasn't the time to let that bozo under her skin.

All of a sudden, a single bullet was fired towards Harley, striking the metallic dumpster, making her gasp in surprise.

"Fuck." Deadshot cursed and turned his immediate attention to where the shot came from. "Uh, they know we're here and they're coming for us fast." He announced as he saw a rush of armed bodies with masks and with guns drawn running urgently towards them.

"At the ready," Flagg spoke up, taking aim at one of them and firing once he had his aim.
The body dropped dead.

And that's when the gun battle began.

Ivy kept hidden furthest away to guarantee some success at a distance. Oswald and Edward, realizing their shortcomings when it came to prowess in the battlefield, took cover and allowed for the rest to take care of the enemy.  Joker watched as Harley loaded clip after clip in urgency, firing and hitting her mark each time. He felt no need to intervene, instead folding his arms and inspecting the gun battle from the side.

In fact, Harley, Deadshot, boomerang, and Flagg were the only ones taking care of the throngs of bodies practically being flung at them. 

Minutes passed agonizingly slow and soon the street before them was littered with dead bodies.

It was eerily quiet again.

Harley peeked her head out from behind the dumpster, which resembled Swiss cheese due to the amount of bullet-holes it sustained. Deadshot and Flagg immediately began scouring the area, walking around and ensuring there were no others in their vicinity.

Once the all-clear was given, the rest of the gang proceeded to advance forward. Joker stepped out of the alley just as Harley walked by, making eye contact once again.

She felt her heart leap for a split-second  but she knew better.

She just had to know better now.