This story is in The Suicide Squad continuity and takes place several months after the first chapter of Suicide Squad Vol 4.
Deadshot is brought out of hiding to protect a man that Deathstroke has been hired to take down. Shocking secrets and deadly decisions abound as the two preeminent assassins face off for the first time in my universe.
Character rights, DC’s not mine. Enjoy!!!!!!
Deathstroke despised drug dealers. Not enough of course to waive his usual fee but enough to travel a thousand plus miles out of his way to take this job. He typically avoided politically situations all together but this was much more than politics, it was borderline genocide. An aggressive group of militants, who were opposed to the African Union, hijacked a trade route, which allowed for wider spread distribution of food and water to the poorer states. They began to use the routes to transport drugs and in most cases, abandoning the basic supplies that many who already lived in poverty, needed just to survive.
Slade was hired to dispose of the drug runners and take back the trade routes that ran through the northern region of Congo in middle Africa. He learned that many of the drug runners were ex-militants who fought in the second Congo war. Hoping for a challenge, he was soon disappointed when he ambushed three trucks that were traveling the long trade route. At first count there were seventeen men. Three minutes later, after blowing up one truck and mowing down the occupants of the other, Slade counted only four.
His back was against the side of the abandoned truck as the four remaining men fired on him with rifles and shotguns. He was taking a moment to catch his breath when he felt his satellite phone buzz in the vest pocket. He reached down and pulled it out.
“How did you get this number?” He answered.
“I believe the fact that we were able to get it is enough. And the money we are offering will show how serious we are.”
Slade Wilson listened for a few more moments. “Sounds interesting. Tell your boss to double the amount and I will consider the job. Or you can find someone else and I will hunt you down and kill you for calling me a work.”
There was a long pause on the other end of the phone. “Done.”
Slade shut the phone and got back to work. He looked up over the top of the smoking hood and saw the four men as they continued to fire wildly at the truck he was using as cover. He stood up and smiled.
“Too easy.” He said as he sprinted toward the remaining drug dealers with a weapon in each hand.
Air Force One
40,000 ft above parts unknown-
President Maxwell Lord reached out and tapped a button that cleared to screen in front of him.
“Curious but unfortunate.” He said to Sarge Steel who sat across from. “And how current is this information?”
“It’s no more than twenty minutes old sir. I gather that you want to act on this quickly?”
“Yes of course. But it appears we do have a slight problem don’t we? As President of the United States I have officially stated that I will not support a country like Bogatago that continues to receive extensive support from South American drug cartels.”
“But off the record, Estevan Uribe Vlez is a fellow member of the Ten and considering who has been hired to take him down, I feel it best to protect our interests without raising unnecessary suspicions on myself at the same time. We need someone would can do the job but won’t be linked to us.”
“There’s Deadshot sir.”
“Deadshot, formerly of the Suicide Squad. Floyd Lawton, the assassin.”
“Oh. I thought you meant the Deadshot who was Waller’s lapdog that HELD A FREAKING GUN TO MY HEAD A FEW MONTHS BACK!” Lord snapped.
Sarge Steel looked up at Lord as he relit his cigar. “Your right sir, why send the man you ordered to shoot two people in front of live cameras on the White House steps?”
“Don’t be a smart ass Steel.” Lord said blowing smoke in Steels direction. “Fine. Make the call.”
A woman cautiously entered the Paris de Noche strip club just south of Third Street in Tijuana Mexico. She wasn’t certain what Floyd Lawton was doing here and she wasn’t too sure she wanted to find. The main room was dark except for the bright lights that shone of several stages where the woman danced. It took a few minutes for her eyes to adjust before she was able to locate him sitting in the corner with his back to the wall. She walked over and sat down next to him at the small table.
“They said I’d find you here. Buy me a drink?”
“La Encatadora.” He said not taking his eyes off of the dancer on the stage to the side of him.
“You use to call me Lourdes, Floyd.”
“Sorry. I didn’t recognize you with your clothes on.” He said glancing over at her as he drank from his glass.
She bit her lip in an attempt to ignore his comment. “Well, I was just passing through town and I heard you were here. So I ”
Floyd interrupted her. “Tell Waller that I am out of the Squad. She can find herself another hired gun to do her dirty work.”
“Waller didn’t send me. In fact I heard she never recovered after what went down a few months back. I also heard you had something to do with that didn’t you, Deadshot? Is that why you been hiding out down here in Mexico?”
“Not hiding. Working.”
“Looks like it.” She said glancing over at the dancers on stage. “Sarge Steel has a job for you.”
“So why did he send you?”
“He knew that we had history, and you probably wouldn’t kill me before I had a chance to tell you what the job was.”
“Don’t be so sure. You nearly blew the Asian job I was working a few years back. Getting you into bed a few months later didn’t mean I would forget that.” He said downing his drink and then waving to the barmaid across the crowded room.
“You’re a pig.” She muttered.
“Never claimed otherwise.” He calmly stated.
“Your also a psycho who killed eight people to get to one man!”
“Listen sweetheart, you use voodoo magic to pull cons. I dig that about you. But I kill people. It’s my job.”
“And you enjoy that don’t you?”
“If I enjoyed it, it wouldn’t be a job now would it?”
“Well I don’t see ”
“Stop talking.” He pointed at her as the barmaid came to the table and sat down another drink. La Encatadora watched as Floyd motioned the barmaid to lean down toward him. He whispered in her ear and then handed her a hundred dollar bill and pointed toward the bar. He then handed her two more bills and pointed to a table about ten feet away from them. At the table sat two men, rough types, obvious locals that were taking advantage of a couple a dancers while two other women sat off to the side and pretended not to notice. After the barmaid left he looked back up at her. “Talk fast.”
“Umm the deal is simple. Fly out tonight to this location and protect this man.” She said sliding a picture across the table in front of him.
“I don’t do bodyguard work.” He said glancing down at the photo.
“How many bodyguards you know make a million dollars?” She answered.
“Some. But none that make two million.” He replied. He then quickly downed his drink and reached into his coat pocket. “One million now and another million when I have successful done my job.”
“How will we know when you’ve been successful?” She asked curiously.
“When you are paying me the other million.”
She reached out and handed him a small envelope. “Everything you need to know is in this file.”
“Fine, fine.” He said stuffing the envelope in his other pocket. “Oh and by the way, I lied when I said I didn’t enjoy my job. Now just sit tight for another moment and then get ready to get out of here.”
He motioned toward the bar and she watched as the barmaid delivered a couple of drinks to two men at the bar. It was obvious they were tourists, probably college students from the U.S. The barmaid sat the drinks down and motioned over to the table with the rough types and the bored chics. The barmaid then turned and walked over to the other table and sat down a couple of drinks in front of the young women and pointed over to the bar where the men sat. The girls appeared to giggle and wave at the men, which forced the two rough types to take their attention off of the strippers and look over at the bar. The men slowly stood up, forcing the guys at the bar to turn back around in their seats.
“Floyd what did you do?” She asked as the two rough types walked over to the bar and began to shove the two college students. One of the rough types shoved one of the college guys and he fell into another man at bar. That man turned and mistakenly began to yell at the man behind him. Within seconds the men were fighting and place erupted in violence around them as fists began to swing in every direction.
Floyd calmly stood up and pulled a small .45 caliber pistol from his coat pocket and screwed a silencer on it. He then pointed the weapon toward the fight scene and fired two quick shots. Amid the chaos the two rough types fell to the floor and the two college guys ran for the nearest exit. The crowd continued to fight and failed to notice the two men on the floor with bullet holes in their heads.
“When you said you were working I ” She was unable to finish and sat there stunned.
“It’s ok they were gun runners, bad men. Ten grand apiece from even badder men who didn’t like the competition.” Floyd winked at her as he put the gun back into his pocket. “Do yourself a favor Lourdes, you are in over your head in this business. When Steel calls you again, don’t answer the phone.” He then moved toward the exit a few feet from the table. She quickly stood up and followed him toward the door. When she got outside she found that he was already gone.
Many years back, Floyd Lawton woke up and found that he was just going through the motions in his life. He was born into privilege and well into his adulthood, he found that he had allowed others to live his life for him. He had thought he had found a way to put his family’s tragic past behind him. He married a rich socialite and settled down in Gotham City to start a family of his own. He quickly discovered that his wife was more concerned with her status in society then being a mother to his children.
Floyd began to get bored with fundraisers and each new social event of the year. It wasn’t until one night when he, along with fifty other prominent citizens of Gotham were robbed at gunpoint, did he discover what he believed to be his true calling. The mysterious Batman swooped down from above and foiled the plans of the would be robbers. Floyd soon after, adopted his own costumed identity and began a plan to one-up Gotham’s rising savior of the night Batman, and run him out of town. He would then be free to turn his attention on Gotham’s underworld and eventually take it over.
His plan failed miserably because of Batman and he was sentenced to a three-year jail term. It was in prison that Floyd realized he was going about things the wrong way. Upon his release from prison, Deadshot designed a costume, equipped with wrist-mounted magnums and a telescopic infrared sight built into his mask. He hired himself out as an assassin and quickly gained the reputation of being one of the world’s best marksmen. With his old life behind him he found it easier to run from the ghosts of his past. Little did he realize that the events of his childhood were slowly driving him mad. He would always wake from the same nightmare of the night that changed his life forever. His own mother had convinced his brother Edward to kill their father. Floyd tried to stop the murder and in a struggle for the gun, Floyd shot his own brother killing him instantly. Something inside of Floyd died that night as well but it wasn’t until he adopted the Deadshot persona that the true impact of his brother’s death had its most devastating effects on his psyche.
After several years, Batman finally took Deadshot down and he was convicted and then sentenced for his crimes. It was only fifteen months into his jail term that Floyd Lawton was offered a chance to commute his sentence to time served by participated in a secret government project called the Suicide Squad. Floyd jumped at the chance and was more reckless than ever on each mission that followed. But the death he dreamed of didn’t come.
Now, he sat on a plane headed to South America looking at a picture of the man he was destined to encounter. He wondered if this would be his final mission and he would finally be reunited with his brother Edward after all these years. He took the picture of Deathstroke and put it back in the envelope. He couldn’t think too far ahead. It was a long plane trip and he was afraid to fall asleep.
Capital City of Bogatago: La Ciudad de Salinas-
The black Hummer stopped as the gates swung open. It continued for another quarter of a mile until it reached the front of the eighty-five year old, thirty thousand foot estate of Estevan Uribe Vlez. From the back seat of the Hummer, Floyd looked through the tinted glass as a man with an entourage of over ten men stood at the end of a large cobble stoned walkway. He got out of the car and was handed his dufflebag. He then began the long trek up towards the group of men.
“So you are the famous American costumed hero who your president has sent to protect me? I am afraid you will be in for an uneventful stay here.” Estevan said as Floyd approached, “As you can see by your journey here, I am far from vulnerable in my present location. Not only do I have a state of the art security system, I also employee over thirty of the most trained security men in my country.”
“I saw over six different ways to bypass your security measures and penetrate this compound on the drive in here.” Floyd stated as he threw his bag over his shoulder, “And as for your security detail, if they shoot like they drive I am sure they must go through a lot of bullets.”
Estevan laughed and reached out to shake Deadshots hand. “Americans are as funny as they act on the television. I assure you Mister Lawton this is not the first time someone has been hired to kill me. We will deal with things as they have always been done. So come in and make yourself comfortable in my home. A room for you has already been prepared.”
Deadshot said nothing as Esttevan waved his hand and his entourage followed him through the large double doors and back inside the mansion. He looked out behind him across the yard toward the twelve foot stone wall and noted another weakness in the security. He turned around and walked inside as two men closed the doors behind him.
“I hope you will enjoy yourself while you are here Mr. Lawton. There are many pleasures that my country has to offer and at night many women to fulfill your deepest desires.” Estevan said as he strolled through the long walkway and entered a sitting area with a large fountain that sat in the center of the room. He looked over at Deadshot and attempted to interpte his silence.
“I understand that the rest of the world tends to flip their nose up at me and my country. They have said many bad things about me on your CNN.They say I am a dictator like it’s a bad thing. In six years I have reduced public debt and increased the pension levels for workers. We are also now in position to compete with Columbia with expanded export trade in coffee beans. And our nation’s borders are more secure than ever. But still my life is threatened every day both by killers and talking heads on American news channels. So why now would I choose to go into hiding? My life would be useless if I can’t serve my people to my fullest capacity.”
“Suit yourself.” Deadshot calmly stated. “But if I say duck, you duck, understand?”
Deathstroke watched as Vlez went inside followed by his entourage and then finally Deadshot. He was almost spotted when Floyd turned back around and looked out toward the wall he was perched on. Slade wasn’t surprised by the immense amount of security but he was surprised to see Floyd Lawton. This wasn’t his usual type of job. Slade climbed down the wall and stood there for a moment. He would have to rethink his strategy if he wanted this to go off without a hitch. He was confident that he could get in close enough to take out Vlez, but with the addition of Deadshot it would make his exit extremely difficult. He decided that another course of action would be required. He pulled out his sat-phone and dialed a number.
“Slade Wilson. What do I owe the pleasure?” The voice on the other end announced.
“I need information.” Slade growled.
“No need to be huffy. I figured to weren’t calling to order a pizza.” The man’s voice changed slightly to sound more professional. “OK, standard rates apply. Two thousand dollars a question. What do you need?”
“Estevan Uribe Vlez. I need to know how I can get to him. More specifically, who it is I can get to him through. And Calculator when did you raise your rates?”
Noah Kuttler was silent for a moment. “Tomorrow.” He replied as he adjusted his headset and wiped the sweat from his forehead. “Alright, I have something here that you might find interesting ”
Nineteen-year-old Larissa Vlez walked across the University of Southern California campus on her way to her next class. She was giggling and smiling as she proudly showed off her newest Dolce & Gabbana outfit and her Prada handbag to a few of other girls she walked with.
She was sent off to college in America to get away from the dangerous civil unrest that continued to haunt her country. At first she objected to the idea but was unable to tell her father why she didn’t want to go. She had been having an affair with a man on her father’s staff for over eighteen months now. She loved Miguel but was fearful of what her father’s reaction would be if he discovered the affair.
She begged Miguel several times before she left to join her. But he was an ambitious man in his own right and often spoke to her about how her father ran the country. He believed that her father rarely looked at the big picture, feeling he was always thinking like a small dictator and not a world power. This made him weak and would someday destroy him. It made her uncomfortable to speak about her father’s business so she usually kept silent to the fact that she knew her father had powerful allies and was anything but a weak man.
Miguel said that the distance between them shouldn’t change the love in their hearts but Larissa knew that they couldn’t continue with their affair.
She chose instead to end their relationship and she was off to discover America, three days after her eighteenth birthday.
She quickly embraced the American culture and loved being a popular college student instead of the feared daughter of a dictator. The only drawback was the around the clock surveillance she had to endure. Her father had hired a security firm to ensure his daughters safety. They were always just out of sight, watching her every move and the moves of everyone else around her.
He watched her as she entered the library. He then followed her inside and waited. When he saw that she was finally alone he walked up behind her and quickly cupped his hand over her mouth and pulled her over to an isolated corner of the room.
“Scream if you like but no one will come and rescue you Larissa Vlez. Your security detail is dead and I doubt campus security is equipped to handle the likes of me.” Deathstroke said as she continued to struggle in his grasp. “Now the choice to live is up to you. Come with me quietly and you might get out of this alive. Cause me any trouble and I will send your daddy his daughters pretty head stuffed in your designer purse here.”
Floyd looked out over the patio as Estevan Vlez received a full body rub down from a girl that didn’t look more then fifteen years old. Floyd walked up and sat down next to Miguel Lorenzo, one of Vlez’s advisors.
“Deadshot is it?” Miguel said looking over at Floyd who ignored his question, “I am insulted that you are here. I have been Estevans policitical advisor for over two years now and he has always listened to me. I don’t see the need to have you here.”
“And hopefully you won’t have to.” Floyd stated.
“This man who is after Estevan, he is American like you yes?”
“American, sure. Like me, I hope not.” Floyd said as he stood up, “Tell your boss he should come inside soon. There is too much area to cover if he insists on staying outside.”
Deadshot stepped inside and felt something was wrong. He pulled his gun and spun around.
“I bet that file on me didn’t quiet stress how fast I was did it?”Deathstroke said as reached out and grabbed Floyd by th throat and shoved him against the wall.
“Nor did the one on me.” Deadshot chocked out as he held a gun to Deathstroke’s head. “So unless I have you confused with someone else and you are faster than a speeding bullet, you have three second to tell me why I shouldn’t shot you where you stand.”
“This isn’t going to happen here today Floyd. You and both know it would only end messy. I am unarmed and am only here to talk.” Slade said looking Floyd directly in the eyes.
“Nothing you’ve said has convinced me not to shoot you.”
“You would have shot me already if that’s what you were planning to do. So instead I am here to make you an offer.” Slade said as a smile began to form on his face.
“That bastard was here and you let him go!” Estevan Vlez screamed as he paced back and forth.
“What in the hell good are you!” Miguel Lorenzo shouted as he pointed his finger in Deadshot’s face.
“You have one second to rethink the mistake you are making.” He said shoving Miguel out of his face. “I didn’t sign on to protect a girl that was over a thousand miles away!”
“Miguel stop! He’s right and us fighting amongst ourselves will do nothing to help Larissa.” Estevan, who began to shake, sat down and put his face in his hands.
“What if that psycho already killed her and is just playing with us? What’s to stop him from killing all of us?” Miguel said and then quickly looked over at Deadshot and backed away a few more steps.
“He is a mercenary. He won’t kill anyone he hasn’t been hired to, that includes your daughter.” Deadshot stated.
“So you are saying to consider his deal and trade my life for my daughters?” Estevan stood up and walked over toward Deadshot, “I love my daughter Mr. Lawton but I also love my country. There has to be another option.”
“There is.” Deadshot said. “Trust me.”
“Trust you? You aren’t any different then that maniac that has Larissa! And you want us to trust you?”
“There is one big difference between me and him. I don’t care who I kill.”
“That’s terrific!” Miguel shouted as he threw his hands up in the air and walked away.
“Do whatever it takes to bring my daughter home safely and I will pay you any amount you ask.” Estevan pleaded with Deadshot.
“Any amount?” Floyd stood there for a moment, “Where’s your phone?”
“Hello Floyd.” The woman on the other end of the phone said. “Can’t say I’ve been sitting by the phone waiting for you to call back all this time.”
“Adeline Kane.” Deadshot said as the other line picked up
” It only took you six years to call me back Floyd. I am sure you therapist will be impressed with your progress.”
Floyd pulled the phone away from his ear and turned his head. He took a deep breath before continuing, “Adie, this is serious. I need your help.”
“Right to business huh? Do you need my help or Searchers Inc.“?
“Both. It concerns your ex-husband, Slade.”
“Wow! How deep are you in it Floyd?”
“Deep. I need leverage.”
“So you call me up out of the blue and want me help you against Slade? What makes you think I would help you?” Adeline was obviously getting agitated.
“Well I thought since we you know?”
“What? We slept together a few times a long time ago you think that means something now? You are either crazy or stupid to go up against Slade in the first place.”
“I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.”
“Important?” Adeline laughed through the phone. “Ok I understand now. Whatever amount it is, I want half.”
“What do you think ” Floyd paused again. This is ridiculous. He should just walk away right now. And go where? No, there was no other way to do this but to see it through to the end, however it ends. “Fine Adie, but it better be good.” He listened as Adeline Kane told him what she had and he smiled. Yeah, it was better than good. It was perfect!
Floyd Lawton took a quick glance back at the passenger next to him before he stepped out of the truck and shut the door. He walked over and leaned on the hood of the truck and crossed his arms. He watched as a black jeep came down the hillside. He adjusted the infrared targeting device on his mask and identified the driver as Slade Wilson. There was a dark-haired girl in the passenger seat he assumed was Larissa Vlez. He should have gotten a picture so he could be sure. The jeep was about thirty feet away when Deadshot began to take a few steps forward and held out his right hand.
“That’s far enough Slade.” Floyd yelled out. The jeep pulled to a stop and Deathstroke stepped out and walked toward Floyd. He stopped when he was about ten feet away. He firmly gripped his power staff in his right hand and pointed to the truck behind Deadshot with the other.
“Tell Estevan Vlez to step out of the truck and walk over to the side until he reaches that clearing over there.” Deathstroke stated, “Then his daughter goes free.”
“There’s been a change of plans Slade.” Deadshot announced as he motioned behind him. The door opened on the side of the truck and the passanger stepped out but stayed behind door.
“What the hell are you doing Floyd? I am calling the shots here and ” Slade Wilson stopped in midsentence when it registered to him that it wasn’t Vlez that exited the truck.
Behind Deathstroke a frantic Larissa Vlez jumped out of the jeep and ran toward the truck. “Where is my father? What have you done to him?” She screamed.
Deathstroke pulled out a gun and aimed it at the girl which forced her to stop and fall to her knees sobbing. “I never figured you for a stupid man Lawton. Crazy yes, but not stupid.”
“This is how it’s going to work.” Deadshot said as he held out his left arm aiming one of his wrist-mounted magnums at Deathstroke’s head. “You let the girl go back to the Vlez estate unharmed with me and this is over.”
“Just like that huh?” Deathstroke responded.
“Just like that. And in return you go home with your daughter Rose.”
“I don’t have a daughter you maniac.” Deathstroke watched as the girl took a step away from the door. Slade watched as the teenage girl stood there with her long flowing white hair gently blowing in the warm breeze. He knew right then that it had to be true. If not, there were plenty of people that would pay for a sick joke such as this. “How did you..?”
“I guess when I slept with your wife all those years ago when you were away on business finally paid off! This little thing has been growing up without your knowledge for over fifteen years!”
Deathstroke turned and fired one shot which hit Larissa Vlez in the side of the head. Deadshot watched as her dead body hit the ground. He fired three shot at Deathstroke but his hesitation forced him to miss as Slade rolled to the ground He spun around and fired his power baton. The shot hit Floyd square in the chest sending him backwards. He slid across the ground toward the truck.
“You are in way over your head here Lawton.” Deathstroke stood up and dusted himself off. “You see, you are well trained with weapons. I on the other hand am well trained at ripping you to shreds and eating your remains.”
Deadshot was caught off guard by how fast Deathstroke moved toward him. He fired off several shots as he rolled over back to his feet. His chest burned through his protective chest plate in his costume. He couldn’t afford another shot from Slade’s power baton.
“I told you this would end messy if you crossed me. I gave you a chance to redeem yourself and you couldn’t follow simple directions. That girls death could have been avoided Lawton! Instead her death is on your conscience!”
“I don’t have a conscience!” Deadshot yelled at the approaching Deathstroke. He waited until he was close enough and then executed a perfect shot at the base of Deathstroke’s power baton, the shockwaves sent Slade flying backward and crashing to the ground. Floyd looked over and saw Rose who continued to cling to the door of the truck unable to move.
“I think you are more upset with the fact that I slept with your wife.” Deadshot gloated as he adjusted his wrist magnum and fired off two shots which connected this time in Deathstroke’s right ankle. He fired two more shots this time shattering Deathstroke’s right wrist bone.
“Now that you mention it, I did often wonder what that foul stench was when I came home.” Deathstroke jumped up and tossed the power baton to the side as he dove toward Deadshot. Floyd fired wildly as Deathstoke landed on him forcing him to the ground. “No more toys!” Deathsroke reached out with both hands and ripped the weapons off of Deadshots costume and threw them to the side. Deadshot headbutted Deathstroke, his targeting device shattered on impact. Floyd pushed Deathsroke off of him and took a step back. As Slade pulled a splintered piece of metal out of his forehead, Floyd pulled a small pistol out from th side of his uniform. He fired one shot that hit Deathstroke in the back of the head. Slade hit the ground.
“That was for the girl.” Floyed said before he turned and began to walk toward the truck. Rose screamed as Floyd hit the ground face first. He spun around to see Deathstroke standing over the top of him and was unable to get out of the way as Deathstroke drove his boot into Floyds sternum, shattering his protective chest plate.
“Don’t cry Rose.” Slade said as he took his hand and wiped the blood from his eyes, “You and Daddy have a lot of catching up to do. But first I want to finish thanking uncle Floyd here for bringing you to me.” He reached down and picked up Deadshot with one hand and flung him up against the side of the truck. Rose quickly moved out of the way as Deathstroke reached out and grabbed Deadshot by his left arm. He took Floyds hand and twisted his arm. Floyd felt several bones break and nearly blacked out.
“Stay with me Deadshot.” Slade sang as he took Slades other arm, twisting it until it nearly broke in half. He then held the barely conscious Deadshot by the shoulders and looked at him through the blood that ran down into his eyes. “I am not going to kill you today Floyd. You know why? For one, it appeared that you kept my whore of an ex-wife entertained a long while back. I will kill her for that. And two, you brought me in touch with a daughter I never knew I had. And when the day comes, little Rose here will be the one to kill you for using her like you did today.” Slade then released his grip and Deadshot collapsed to the ground.
Slade turned and walked over to where Rose stood cowering behind a tree. He reached his hand toward her. She was slow to take his hand. She looked over at Deadshot on the ground and then looked up at Slade. “It’s time to go home now little Rose.” Slade spoke as Rose embraced her father for the first time in her life.
Estevan Uribe Vlez stood on the balcony that overlooked several acres of lush tropical land on his estate. He tried to picture his daughter out there singing and dancing like she had so many times when she was young. At that moment he was unable to even picture his daughters face. He began to weep for the first time since his wife died twelve years ago. There was a knock at his door. He wiped away the tears and managed to speak “Come in.”
Miguel Lorenzo walked into the room and Estevan quickly went over to embrace the man. Miguel quickly held his hands out to stop him. “Is it true?” He blurted out.
“Yes I am afraid so.” Estevan stuttered.
“You stupid old man.” He shouted as he shoved Estevan away from him. “You have no idea what you’ve done!”
“Please Miguel, I just lost my only child. Now isn’t the time to debate ”
“I lost the women I loved!” Miguel pulled out a gun from behind him and pointed it at Estevan.
“What are you doing?” he demanded as he stepped backward toward the balcony.
“What needs to be done for this country to take its proper place in the world. Once it has mourned its ruler and his daughter.” Miguel pulled the trigger and continued to shoot until he was certain that Estevan Vlez’s bloodied body was dead.
Floyd Lawton found it painful to breath, as he laid on the ground unable to move. His right arm twitched and his vision was blurred. His left lung had already collapsed and he knew it was only a matter of time before he bled to death.
It had always been just a matter of time, a matter of when, not if. People that seemed to know what he was about always seem to get it wrong. They always believed that he had been suicidal but that wasn’t the case. He never wanted to commit suicide, he just never cared whether he lived or died
The helicopter landed about fifty feet from where Floyd Lawton lay on the ground, waiting to die. Except one person wasn’t going to let that happen just yet.
Adeline Kane watched as four men jumped out of the helicopter with a stretcher and headed over toward Deadshot. When Floyd Lawton was secured on board she motioned to the pilot to take off. She then looked down at the unconscious Deadshot and smiled.
“I know you can’t hear me you bastard but trust me, I am not doing this for you. I am doing this for your daughter.”
Maxwell Lord was addressing a group of young republicans when Sarge Steel entered the auditorium. Lord watched as Steel took a seat in the back row and continued his speech.
“So when you are faced with your future you may find several paths in front of you. Many may advise against the path most traveled, but there is a reason why the other path has weeds growing on it.” Lord paused as several members of the audience chuckled, “In closing, remember the words of famous American social writer, Eric Hoffer ‘In times of change, learners inherit the Earth, while the learned find themselves beautifully equipped to deal with a world that no longer exists’. Thank you all for sharing your time with me.”
The five hundred plus group stood up and cheered as Lord exited the stage. Steel moved through the exiting crowd and found Lord waiting for him off to the side of the stage. He walked up and whispered something into his ear.
“So that’s it then?” Lord said as he crumpled up his speech notes and tossed them on the floor, “I will need to arrange a meeting with the other members of the Ten and discuss the fact that we’ve lost our second member in over a year.”
A man sat quietly in a room by himself. At times like this he was content to be alone and reflect on what he’d accomplished. The plan continued to work out well. First he successfully orchestrated the death of Qurac’s president, Marlo over a year ago. Things didn’t go exactly as planned but the result was the same. Taking out the next member of the Ten was much easier and as a bonus, Slade Wilson discovered that he had a daughter and would be distracted for the foreseeable future.
He hoped that the remaining eight members would detect a pattern and begin to fear for their own lives. Maybe they would blame each other, let fear and paranoia feed their doubt, affecting their judgment and their ability to make sound decisions. Once they begin to suspect each other, it would be time to move on the next member on the list, Maxwell Lord.
The End for now!