[COMPLETED. Wait for Book 2.]
Maggie Harts is a metahuman - more exactly, a telepath. She is more commonly known as Puppeteer, as she utilizes her abilities to take over people's brains and control their exact movements. She used them to gain advant...
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CHAPTER 13
Maggie looked nothing short than mesmerized when the group arrived at the foot of a tall building, it's top clawing the sky. She could only imagine its former glory before it was presumably overrun by the creatures - the gaping holes of the lower construction, the chipped, dry and smudged paint - some had even melted away, leaving crumbling bricks and wooden planks.
"What kind of group are you guys?" Harry queried, burrowing himself into Maggie's side for a sense of safety. Maggie - again - merely shook her head and muttered, "close". Harry nodded and unlatched himself from Maggie, yet he remained in close proximity of her.
Rick nudged the tip of his firearm at the peak of the building. Pillars of smoke billowed out, along with an unmistakable flare licking the clear sky. "Our body's at the top of that building," he started. "We get up there, pull them out of the vault they're hiding in, and then the helos extract us from the roof," he described nonchalantly, as if it was a normal mission - like it was merely taking your mutt out for a stroll.
Leaving some gap time to ogle at the structure, Rick was murmuring into his talkie before Floyd voiced up, "how about we get this over with?" he suggested.
Rick furrowed his eyebrows. "What the hell? Deadshot, fall back."
Rick's order went unheeded by the hitman as he casually ambled up the door, with fragile glass that seemed to shudder everytime Floyd stepped. He gently prodded at it with the nozzle of his gun, and it instantly rained down it a barrage of glass shards. Floyd comically stared at the pool of sharp blades, before shrugging and stepping over, entering the gloomy building.
Rick rolled his eyes and began moving forward, and the Suicide Squad followed suit. Maggie waited patiently for Harry to attempt and hop over the shards, and they continued to participate with the group. However, as they approached a massive staircase, Maggie noticed how their numbers seemed..... questionable.
"Hey," Harry whispered, tugging on Maggie's sleeve. "Where did the crazy lady go?"
Ah. It clicked. Apparently, the proclaimed Queen of Gotham had peeled herself from the group earlier - and went God-Knows-Where. The Squad rose up the stairs, and Maggie put up her telepathy and checked for Harley's brain - it was easy to detect, what with her sanity alarmingly deteriorating - and spotted her calmly advancing upwards in the elevator. Maggie pulled Harry forward and poked Flag's shoulder, before pointing at the giggling woman.
"God damn it, Harley!"
The squad instantly sped up the stairs to catch the escaping woman, but Maggie calmly lagged behind, clutching Harry near her as always.
