Jordan ⇉ Waylon Jones ✔

DEATH BY HELICOPTER

"I was busy." The woman said in a lauguge unbeknownst to Asya. Asya sat contently, holding Waylon's hand, staring at the woman who hopped on the helicopter last minute.  

"This is Katana," Rick introduced pointing towards the woman,"She's got my back; She can cut all of you in half with one sword stroke. Just like mowing the lawn.  I would advise not getting killed by her. Her sword traps the souls of its victims.

"Harley Quinn," Harley stuck her hand out, towards the scary-looking woman,"Nice to meet ya. Love your perfume. What is that? The stench of death?" Harley asked and laughed obnoxiously

"Should I kill them?" Katana asked, placing her hand on her sword, ready to unsheathe it. 

"Easy cowgirl. Ain't that kind of mission. Have a seat," Katana released her grip on her weapon,easing her way into her seat.

"She seems nice," Harley said turning towards the rest of the villains, nodding her head.

"I'm coming for you.' Harley's phone buzzed and she smiled. Her puddin' was coming for her. Asya head turned her head towards the sudden glare coming from her left. Asya's eyes landed on a cell phone in Harley's hand. Asya's glare trailed up Harley's arm and to her face. Harley winked then placed her index finger on her red stained lips.

"Look at that pretty lights!" Harley called out and stood up. Curiosity got the best of Asya's and she stood up, letting Croc's hand go. Asya shuffled over to the window and gasped, looking at the swirling lights in the sky,"Are you guys seein' this?" Asya whispered to the rest of the squad.

"What happened?" Floyd asked.

"Terror attack. Dirty bombs, bad guys, shooting up the place with AKs. You know, usual shit." Rick said. Asya looked away from the window and raised an eyebrow at him.

"Right...." Floyd said unconvinced," You're a bad liar,"

"Why would you even try to lie to criminals?" Asya asked, walking away from the window. Asya stood in front of Waylon before sitting in his lap. The squad looked at them weirdly as Killer Croc wrapped his hands around the zombie's waist.

"I don't know if they told you but I'm a hitman. I'm not a fireman. I don't save people," Floyd told Rick.

"Anything for a dollar, right?" Rick asked rhetorically and Asya's eyes narrowed.

"You know the dark places, too. Don't act like you don't," Floyd retorted.

"I'm a soldier and you're a serial killer who takes credit cards. When the shooting starts -and it will- you'll cut and run," Rick predicted.

"Hey Flag!" Asya called out and the soldier brought his attention to the zombie," Hop off his balls,"

Before Rick could replied bullets ripped threw the helicopter sending it falling towards the ground. Inside Asya was tossed out of Croc's lap.

The helicopter came to a fast stop, jerking everyone everywhere. The squad and the soldiers climbed out of the destroyed vehicle.

"What a ride!" Harley exclaimed, skipping out of the helicopter happily.

"Assets are undamaged," A solider reported.

"Not true," Someone groaned from Rick side and the squad turned to see a pale woman with a metal rod imbedded in her abdomen.

Everyone stared at the unholy sight shocked. As the squad and soldiers watched, Asya grabbed the top of the rod and pulled out of the ground. Asya then pulled out the rod from her abdomen.

The zombie dropped the metal rod to the ground and it made a clung sound. The villains stared as Asya's skin connected itself together. A few seconds later it was as if she was not just impaled by a piece of metal.

They only thing remincisant of the injury was a rip in her dress.

Said girl picked up her axe and shouldered it, blowing a piece of her platinum hair out of her face.

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