𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

chapter 𝐬𝐢𝐱.

ˢⁱⁿᶠᵘˡ ⁱⁿᶠᵃᵗᵘᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ

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[ stairway chit-chat ]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐞. It was shrouded in a golden light, clouds of smoke surrounding the still-powered structure.

The soldiers moved, guns trained forward as they eyed the building before them. They stationed themselves behind clusters of rubble and crashed cars as Rick spoke discreetly into his comms. 

Deadshot stood up, walking towards the glass doors as he stopped beside Rick before continuing to walk. "What do you say we get this over with?"

"What the hell? Deadshot!" Flag whispered in urgency. "Fall back."

The hitman simply continued his venture, grabbing the steel handles and pulled, which caused the thin glass to shatter into thousands of pieces, alerting anyone inside of their arrival. 

Immediately, the armymen followed, Rick coming up beside Floyd with a rhetorical mutter, "You mind if we tag along?"

You sighed as you entered the room, finding it disturbingly quiet as you didn't make any haste to produce one of your guns, the axe resting lazily over your shoulders. 

The lobby of the building was a sleek design, however within the past day, it was completely destroyed; glass strewn across the floor, lights flickering and the lounging furniture tossed over carelessly.

Floyd and Rick walked towards the front desk, where a series of photographic shots were displaying the views of the security camera on numerous floors and levels.

"Whoo! Looks like we have a spot of luck, eh?" Harkness beamed. "Be a walk in the park. Easy peasy."

"Don't make me shoot you," Floyd deadpanned, whilst Boomerang simply snickered in response.

You glanced to your side, eyebrows pulling into a frown when you saw empty space instead of the usual bleached woman inhabiting it. At the sudden loud ding! echoing through the hall, yourself and the group looked up to find Harley in one of the elevators, smiling mischievously as she rested her palm on the steel railing. 

"God damn it! Harley," Deadshot whispered in annoyance.

"Go, go, go, go!" a soldier ordered. 

You didn't follow them as quickly as they would've liked, due to Rick, Floyd and GQ turning around upon not hearing the usual sound of your scuffed boots. 

"Y/N, can you not go rogue like Quinn?" the hitman half-pleaded with a glare. 

"Not my time yet," you shrugged a shoulder before gesturing to the hallway at your right. "There's some type of stair system over there. I'm gonna go check it out."

"Yeah, right," Flag scoffed, narrowing his dark eyes on you. "That ain't gonna happen, Viper."

"It's a fucking flight of stairs. Get over it," you huffed. "Besides, you've got your pretty little watch to blow my head to bits in case I decide to try to leave this oh-so wonderful group."