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As the group left the building, Amanda now rescued, Chelsea noticed a sad blonde on top of a wrecked car. Harley looked up, wiping her face and sniffling, "Hey guys!"
Chelsea tapped Digger and gestured over to Harley. He took her over and Chelsea smiled at the girl, instantly knowing why she was so sad. "This is a dumb question but you okay?" Chelsea asked.
Harley shook her head and began crying, "I lost my Puddin'." Everyone stayed silent as they watched her sob.
Eventually, Floyd came and picked her up off the hood of the car, "Come on, crazy."
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"Now the bitch has been kidnapped?" Digger asked Rick, his voice full of annoyance.
"We're getting Waller back, with or without you! Now, stop bitching and gear up," Rick ordered, walking away.
Digger sighed, "God, you're heavy."
"Put me down then," Chelsea said, looking up at him. Digger gave her a look and she nodded. He slowly put her down and watched as she hopped over to the now abandoned helicopter.
She stood next to Floyd, "You okay?" He didn't answer. "You couldn't save her you know." She watched him grab as many weapons as he could and noticed a large binder in the helicopter. It was labelled, "Top Secret."
Chelsea placed a hand on Floyd's shoulder and pointed to the binder. Floyd reached over, grabbing it. He looked at Chelsea before opening it to see what was inside.
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Chelsea walked slowly up to Rick, dragging her left leg behind her. She held up her hand, throwing him into the nearest car. "You fucking liar!" Rick groaned, beginning to stand up. "This whole time you knew!"
"What the hell are you doing?" Rick asked, coughing. Floyd threw the binder on the ground and Rick sighed.
Chelsea approached him, tears forming in her eyes. "Tell me the truth," she spat.
"Heather," Rick sighed.
Chelsea grabbed his arm, looking him in the eyes, "Tell me the truth." She began using her powers against him, manipulating his words
Rick stared back at her, like he was in a trance. "Waller told me not to tell you. We used your sister as bait to get you here."
"So, she's been dead this whole time?" Chelsea asked, her voice cracking as her heart in her chest began to break.
"Yes," Rick said, with no emotion, "Waller gave me orders to kill you after the mission was over."
Chelsea let go off his arm and Rick quickly snapped out of his trance. "You're just as much of a monster as she is," Chelsea said, wiping away her tears. She walked away and into an abandoned bar.
She groaned as she sat down, still feeling pain in her leg. Chelsea held her head in her hands before beginning to sob.
Rick looked at Floyd, "Did you read the part where I was sleeping with June?" Floyd nodded and began walking away.
"Floyd!" Rick yelled, "please, I-I need your help, man." Floyd ignored him, walking into the bar. Soon, the rest of the team walked in, taking seats at the bar. Chelsea stopped crying, drying her face. Digger sat next to her, placing a hand on the small of her back, rubbing up and down to comfort her.
Harley put five shot glasses on the bar, pouring alcohol in each before making her own drink. Floyd picked up his shot, "Here's to honor among thieves."
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Katana stopped, shaking her head, "I'm no thief." She sat down at the end of the bar next to Chato as the team clang their drinks to each others.
"She's not a thief," Floyd whispered. Chelsea drank her shot, sliding it over to Harley to refill it.
"I was going to put my life on the line for those fuckers and they were just going to kill me like I'm nothing," Chelsea laughed, feeling herself about to cry again.
"Well," Floyd began, "We almost pulled it off, despite what everybody thought."
Chelsea downed her second shot, clearing her throat, "The worst part of it all is they're going to blame us for the whole thing cause they can't have people knowing the truth."
"We're the pasties. We're the cover up. Remember," Floyd said, looking around, "We're the bad guys."
"I'm no bad guy," Chato said, gaining everyone's attention.
"Is that right?" Floyd asked. Chato stayed silent for a moment while everyone watched him.
"I got my power's when I was real young. The older I got, the more powerful I got. Nobody could tell me no, expect my old lady. She was the only thing that I cared about, we got married, had two kids. You know, sometimes she prayed for me, even when I didn't want it. I mean, God didn't give me this power, so why would I want him to take it away.
You see, man, I lose control, I don't know what I do, till it's gone."
Everyone stayed silent until Digger spoke up. "And the kids?"
Harley looked at Chato as he began to cry. "He killed them. Didn't you?" Chato began nodding as he broke down. Harley leaned in closer, "Own that shit. You need to, cause wishing for it to never happen isn't going to help you find redemption and move on with your life."
