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[Continued from here].
Deadshot's gone outside to play. The counselor needs a distraction, well he's prepared to give him one. The floor plan's pretty much the same as before. It's a winding route to the front door, and he's pretty much expecting one of the bat-clan to be waiting. Two guards dropped with rubber bullet shots, one in the back, one dead center mass. A hit to the head would be lethal, even with non-lethal rounds. He'll save that stuff for the riot cops. By now the camera-feed's gotten to the people it should, and he's made.
He's assuming, anyway. It's not as though he doesn't have his own bit of experience with just how good Oracle is, after all.
When he reaches the front door, he switches to the explosive tips, blowing the door straight off it's hinges. Any loonies out of their cells have a clear shot to the gates. Deadshot himself has a clear shot on the prisoner transport van parked just off the front. He sights on the rear of the vehicle, right where the gas tank should be.
"Boom," he whispers inside his mask, as the truck goes up in a flower of orange fire. If his cell's got an exposure to the front of the building, Firefly just messed his jumpsuit.
Deadshot's gone outside to play. The counselor needs a distraction, well he's prepared to give him one. The floor plan's pretty much the same as before. It's a winding route to the front door, and he's pretty much expecting one of the bat-clan to be waiting. Two guards dropped with rubber bullet shots, one in the back, one dead center mass. A hit to the head would be lethal, even with non-lethal rounds. He'll save that stuff for the riot cops. By now the camera-feed's gotten to the people it should, and he's made.
He's assuming, anyway. It's not as though he doesn't have his own bit of experience with just how good Oracle is, after all.
When he reaches the front door, he switches to the explosive tips, blowing the door straight off it's hinges. Any loonies out of their cells have a clear shot to the gates. Deadshot himself has a clear shot on the prisoner transport van parked just off the front. He sights on the rear of the vehicle, right where the gas tank should be.
"Boom," he whispers inside his mask, as the truck goes up in a flower of orange fire. If his cell's got an exposure to the front of the building, Firefly just messed his jumpsuit.