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"Maybe we should sing to pass the time," Harley suggested, nudging Floyd, "You know like a team cheer or somethin'. How about some classic rock?"
"How about we play the quiet game instead?" Rick asked, shutting down Harley's idea. Harley sighed, sticking her tongue out at him.
After walking for a while, the team came to a stop. Chelsea looked up at the huge building, which looked about 100 stories high.
"Hey," Croc nudged Chelsea's arm, "so, you control minds?" Chelsea nodded and Croc gestured to Rick, "You think you can convince Uncle Sam over there to get the stick from up his ass?"
Chelsea laughed quietly, placing a hand on Croc's shoulder. "I'll see what I can do."
Rick nodded his head towards the building, "We go in quietly, you follow my every order." The team followed behind Rick and his men, "We should take the stairs in ca-"
"Screw that!" Harley whispered, walking away.
"Harley!" Floyd whispered, trying to get her to come back. Harley entered the elevator, waving to them as it got higher.
Rick kicked a chair in anger, "Come on."
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Everyone waited for the elevator doors to open, getting ready to fight.
When they did, Harley smiled, walking out, "Hey guys!" Chelsea rolled her eyes at the blonde, following behind the group. They walked into what seemed to be a work room, empty desk and papers all over the floor.
"It's so quiet," Chelsea whispered, "Where is everyone?"
"Just focus on getting the people in here out safely," Rick said.
Floyd looked over to him, "You know, you still didn't tell us who were even saving or what the hell those things were back there." As Floyd and Rick began arguing, banging started up from above them.
"Guys," Chelsea warned.
"Uh oh," Harley said.
Suddenly, the glass windows began shattering as more of the deformed men came. Chelsea was quickly knocked on the ground, deeply cutting her leg on the broken glass.
"Chelsea!" Digger fell to the ground, looking over her leg that was bleeding heavily.
"I'm fine! Just go!" She yelled, pushing him away. Chelsea began crawling, groaning in pain as she moved. She let her back lean against a desk as she started using her powers to throw the things out of the broken glass. windows. Chelsea's leg began to burn as if it were on fire and she cried out in pain, placing her hands on the wound and pulling out the huge chunk of glass.
Digger ran over, picking her up in his arms. She placed an arm around his neck and groaned as he ran over to the team. Chelsea looked down at the bodies of the things and some of Rick's men on the ground.
"She's hurt, bad," Digger sighed, looking at Rick.
"Mission's almost over," Rick said, walking into a random room, the door shutting loudly behind him. Katana stood infront of the door as guard, her hand placed firmly on her sword.
"Mission's almost over, my ass," Floyd said, walking into the same room Rick did.
Digger laid Chelsea on top of one of the desk carefully but she couldn't help but suck in a breathe. "Sorry," he apologized, quietly.
"I can help," Chato spoke, causing everyone to look at him.
"Oh, now you wanna help?" Harley laughed.
"Just let the guy do what he needs to do," Croc said, nodding at Chato. Chelsea looked up at Chato as he ripped off his jacket sleeves. He tied one around her leg tightly, Chelsea screaming out in pain.
Chato placed the other sleeve in her hand, "Bite down on this." She did what he told her to do, feeling her whole body soaking in her own sweat.
"I'm sorry," he said before his whole hand erupted into a flame. Chelsea grabbed Digger's hand as Chato's made contact with her leg.
Chelsea began screaming loudly in pain, thrashing around as her wound began bubbling. Digger continued holding onto her hand even though she was squeezing the life out of his.
The rest of the team watched as Chato continued cauterizing her wound. When he stopped, Chelsea stopped crying.
"That'll stop the bleeding," Chato said standing up.
Chelsea began nodding her head, sniffling. "Thank you."
Soon, Floyd, Rick and the woman, Amanda emerged from the room. "What the hell is going on out here?"
