dc_misc:

The Suicide Squad members were deposited in Gotham not far from where intelligence said the Joker was making his headquarters.

dc_checkmate:

Amber called the Suicide Squad in for a briefing for their next assignment.

yourkingismine:

Angela Holt took a deep breath and made certain that she was speaking English when she opened her mouth to speak into the phone again.

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dc_misc:

The helicopter carrying the members of the Suicide Squad, Damien Wilson, Morgaine King, and Slade Wilson made closed in on its target. The League of Assassins Compound in the Amazon Rainforest in Brazil. The helicopter bore the appearance of one the helicopters that the League used frequently, so they would be able to get in without much hassle.

The pilot informed Damien that they would be touching down in ten minutes, and the assembled group looked to him for briefing.

demonchild:

As soon as arrangements had been made, Robert and Morgaine hopped on the first plane out of Greece to Star City. Morgaine had slept most of the way, wanting to save her strength.

When they arrived in Star City, they got a car under a fake name and Morgaine drove them to Lian's apartment building.

"I should warn you," she said when they arrived, "She will most likely not be happy to see me. I will try and talk to her, but she might resort to attack."

The pair quietly made their way to Lian's apartment, and Morgaine quickly picked the lock on the door.

She couldn't believe who she saw when her and Robert entered the room.

"I thought...I thought..."

In something she rarely did, Morgaine ran to her brother, embracing him.

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dc_checkmate:

Two days after her recruitment mission, Angela Holt sits inside a warehouse bunker in Star City. She pores over the maps of the Super-Max prison intently as she waits for the others to arrive. The warehouse was decent for tonight's purposes, but they needed a much better, much more secure facility. Belle Reve was an option, but that was too close to St. Roch and Angela didn't want to take the chance of going there and reopening old wounds.

When everyone arrives, Angela looks up and nods to each of them in turn.

"Thank you for coming. If you're ready to get down to work, we can get started." she says.

dc_checkmate:

Two days after a shooting in the Triangle, Angela Holt drives her Mercedes Benz to the small office in the gang-infested part of Star City. This place looks like a bigger dump than it did the last four times she's come here, but in order to get what she needed, she had to deal with Michelle Torres. Angela likes this idea as much as she likes the idea of a root canal, but if they're going to do this job, they're going to need someone who knows the lay of the land.

The other three operatives for this little shindig would get pulled together as quickly as she could manage, but starting with Floyd Lawton's kid was the easiest way to go. Only one of the remaining three would be a tough sell, if any. There wasn't a reason to think Merlyn would say no.

Getting out of the car, Angie straightens out her black pantsuit and runs a hand through her hair. She looked too much like her mother some days, minus the weight. Tucking her gun into the holster at the small of her back, Angie puts on her black coat and starts to close the car door, then stops.

"Wait, let's not be stupid." she says to herself, reaching into the glove compartment and with drawing the small sphere with an engraved "T" on the face. She sets the T-Sphere's parameters and lets it go. The little thing vanishes and Angie suddenly feels about thirty times safer than she did with just the gun. She closes the car door and then heads into the apartment building.

Approaching the door to the apartment, Angie knocks, readying the little document that substantiates her cover story.