Leather Jacket [Rosa Diaz]

Sixty Four

SUICIDE SQUAD

"Gentlemen, may I present to you the Suicide Squad." Jake introduced the squad that sat in front of him.

"Hang on there, genius." The vulture chimed in. "You want us, your enemies, to help you bring down Commissioner Kelly?" He questioned before propping his feet on the desk.

"You guys consider me your enemy? You're some of my best friends." C.J jumped into the conversation.

"We haven't talked to you in, like, three years, C.J." Jake pointed out before placing his hands on his hips as C.J counted back the years.

"Wait, yeah," C.J recalled. "I'm thinking of different guys." He circled his finger around his head before ending with a shrug.

"Oh, Raymond, that you came to me to ask for help shows how much you've matured." Madeline complimented the man. "You know what else shows how much you've matured? Your withered face." She gave a smug look.

"Now I know why you refer to this as a Suicide Squad, Peralta, because I already want to kill myself." Holt's brows rise as he leant on the table in front of him.

"Why don't you wait a week? You'll probably die of old age." Madeline replied back.

"The only way I'm going to die is if you touch me with one of your bony fingers and drag me across the River Styx, you reaper." Holt glared at the woman.

"Ah, wonderful. Very creative." Jake cut into the conversation. "Look, John Kelly has to be stopped. He's spying on civilians. It's unconstitutional and it's wrong." He finally explained.

"Please. Do you think anyone of these jackals cares about what's right or wrong?" Holt pointed to the three in front of him.

"I'll help." The vulture whistled.

"See, sir? There is good in every person." Jake signaled to the man.

"But I want it to be known it's for selfish reasons." The vulture clarified.

"Why would you want that to be known?"

"'Cause I've never met C.J. before and I want him to think that I'm cool." The vulture explained his decision.

"It's working. I mean, I love how you're taking over the room. Like that?" C.J beamed before turning back to Jake. "You know, I actually wouldn't mind getting rid of John Kelly either. That guy makes up so many dumb rules. He told me I couldn't eat raw chicken." He's face dulled.

"And you think a new commissioner will--" Charles piped up before Jake interrupted him.

"Yeah, he's already on board, so yes, a new commissioner would let you eat raw chicken for whatever reason." Jake nodded along to his lie.

"It's healthier."

"It sure is, Ceej."

"And what do you hope to get out of this, Madeline? Let me guess Revenge on Dorothy... for killing your sister?" Holt took a guess before he lifted his eyebrows.