Following the ending of Heirs & Consequences, we see our rogue Suicide Squad taking the chance and passing through Gotham to Los Santos.
Brianna is ready to go home, or so she thinks. Her memory will never be fully restored but she knows her brother...
When Jack closed her bedroom door, Brianna sat up and walked onto her balcony. Staring down at the city that was once hers. She heard the voices at war in her head, this should be hers, they argued. And hers it would be.
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Brianna's emerald eyes had a soft acidic glow to them.
"I can hear the whispers in my sleep, the voices telling me this should be mine."
She clenched her fists before she made her way into her closet where her squad attire sat in a black military issue trunk.
"You- You claim you trust me."
She flicked her hand to see the holographic figures of her family. She stood before the figure of her parents.
"You think I don't see the doubt behind your eyes,"
She flicked her hand and watched the figures whisp away.
She grinned turning to her closet, grabbing her squad uniform,
"I'm gonna build me an empire,"
She walked over to her bed and set the black corset down on the duvet.
"And it's lonely at the top,"
A look of faint sorrow clouded her eyes.
"But madness and greatness can both share a face and nobody will ever convince me to stop,"
Brianna let a hand ghost of her body, a green glow magically changing her clothes to her corset and black leather pants and combat boots with diamond print.
"It's my destiny,"
She left her room, walking down the hall to the elevator and taking it down to the weaponry.
"I was born to play this game,"
She walked over to a display case and opened it looking down at the four guns inside. Her father's signature purple gun rested on the far left, next to it- her mother's love and hate revolver. On the right, her brother's red and black pistol and lastly, her own custom Chiappa Rhino 60DS.
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"So fear me or love me- it's all the same."
Brianna took her prized gun, testing the weight in her hand, her emerald eyes having a hypnotic glow to them.
"Try, to find a chain that I won't break."
She moved to gather bullets and a few other weapons that could assist in providing ehr protection.
"A price I wouldn't pay for what I want."
She holstered her gun and a few grenades alongside a glitter grenade launcher.
