The Spark That Lit The Flame

Chapter 3: What are we some kind of Suicide Squad?

3POV

As the inmates each went through their cases, each person pulled out the items which brought back memories, some good and some bad. Diablo stared down at his case; the only items in his large case were his clothes and one of his old jackets. Picking the jacket up he looked it over, it hadn't changed in the years he had been locked up. All the memories came flooding back, biting down on the side of his mouth and letting out a small growl he put it back in the case and began to change into his clothes. He didn't want to be doing this, he had told them he would not be a weapon and he had meant it.

As he looked around at the others, each member of the group took out their respective items, the large reptilian looking back had pulled out a large leather jacket which he had began licking. Turning his attention to the other members; the Australian was sharpening a collection of bladed boomerangs, the self appointed spokesman Floyd was checking over his sniper rifle whilst Harley was hooting and airing about her clothes and weapons which she picked up and looked over gleefully.

Turning to look to the last member of the team Diablo took a double take as the blonde stepped out of her jumpsuit, pulling her a PVC coat around her body. It made him chuckle a little, he didn't expect to find a woman with some modesty in the line up and amongst people like them it was rare. He turned his neck to avoid staring at the women as they changed – as he did he caught sight of the Australian man staring at the two women.

Captain Boomerang POV

I think I must've been shot and gone to heaven. I mean being in a group full of blokes wasn't what I had in mind for a good time but we were lucky enough to have two lovely looking lasses in our midst. By the looks of things, the guards were not considerate enough to have taken the ladies off to change in private. This was something I was not complaining about in the slightest – pulling my beloved pink unicorn into my coat I shut my case and sat on top of it, taking in the show before me. I had never been a subtle man, I never thought there was any need to be subtle, the ladies liked me just fine and if I could get an eyeful whilst I was here I would not say no.

I didn't know where to look first;, I was not interested in the men who had began changing with no issues. I didn't want to see that shit if I wanted to see a cock I could look between me own legs, that kind of shit weren't for me.

The ladies however, that was entirely my cup of tea.

Cleo POV

I don't know what that Australian tramp was looking at but he was being a little less than subtle. Looking around to see if there was anywhere I could change in privacy I was met with disappointment as there was no curtain to cover myself, I mean I wasn't prude by any means I worked in strip club I had seen people naked a lot, it didn't faze me. However, these people were dangerous and some of them were downright creepy, I didn't fancy the idea of changing in front of them.

Looking to my side I noticed that the other woman was already changed into her new underwear and much to the enjoyment of the on looking soldiers and prisoners had bent down to collect her clothes.

Looking down at my own case of belongings I quickly caught site of my PVC gloves and pulled them over my hands and rolled them up my arms. I felt so much better now they were on, all immediate danger was reduced. They had kept me in these horrible cotton jumpsuits which would catch fire if I used too much static...never a good thing.

I grimaced at the idea of changing but it had to be done. I quickly unzipped my yellow jumpsuit and stepped out of it, earning a whistle form the perverted Aussie. I shot him a glare and picked up my black PVC coat and wrapped it around me covering my underwear. The Australian let out a groan if disapproval before I pulled off my underwear and tights under the cover of my coat.