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_holiday:

A man loves his sweetheart the most, his wife the best, but his mother the longest. ~Irish Proverb

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.

green_lantern:

Dex stood and watched the two combatants in the ring as he waited his turn. With all the stuff that had gone down, he hadn't had a chance to fight in awhile. This was his way of relieving stress and not be a green lantern for awhile. This was his life before the ring found him and it was the only thing he knew how to do well.

He crossed his arms over his chest and watched. Soon he would be in there and life would be good.

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.

demonchild:

(Takes place a week after this post)

Morgaine woke up in a strange place, not knowing where she was or how she got there.

The last thing she remembered was just running after the League's compound had exploded. She had gotten into the car that had been provided for her and Damien, hot-wired it, and just drove. She drove until the car ran out of gas, and then she ditched it and ran as far as she could.

And then she had passed out in an alley somewhere, not caring to know where she was.

And now...she was in a hotel somewhere, her wounds stitched up, her head throbbing.

Someone had to have to gotten her here, but who? Her brother was dead, and her mother probably was either dead or at the mercy of her grandfather.

She heard someone moving around in the bathroom.

"Where am I?" It hurt to sit up, but she tried.

dc_holiday:

There's a piece of paper and a pen attached to a bulletin board. Across the top is written:

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rosewithathorn:

Rose had to admit, the gym/training room that the Suicide Squad had been provided with was pretty high-tech. Not that she'd expected any better, considering who was funding them. And Rose wanted to hit something, the gym was always a good place to go for that.

And running into her father always made her want to hit something. He just always brought out something in Rose that made her frustrated as all hell.

So right now, she was in the gym, currently kicking the crap out of a punching bag.

dc_holiday:

"As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them." JFK

In America today is a day for being thankful for the things in people's lives. Today was a day to celebrate family, friends, prosperity and health with food, family and friends. It is a time to reflect on what is important us and to recognize the gratitude we hold for having those things in our lives.

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.