Suicide Squad... Attack!

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Rebecca Jarvis, Onomatopoeia, sits on a crate in a dockside warehouse, looking at her team-mates through tired eyes. This is her second Squad mission, and this one seems even more insane than the first. According to the briefing they all received, Cuban terrorists had smuggled a nuke into Miami somehow, and would be detonating said device within

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Count Vertigo favors Onomatopoeia with a condescending look. He's been at this a lot longer than her, and doesn't appreciate her perceived attempt to undermine his authority (at least the authority he holds in his mind).

"There's no need to worry about that. The bomb is no threat to us. I can disable it with a thought."

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"Unless the terrorists detonate the bomb before you are able to disable it, señor." Bane corrects curtly. He does not care for this man, and were he not an integral part of the mission, he would have gladly snapped Vertigo's back long before now.

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"Why take the risk?" Onomatopoeia leans back, and puts her hands behind her head. "We're supposed to be a crack squad, so why not just get involved, subdue the terrorists, and send the bomb to where it can be safely defused by an expert?"

Rebecca looks to Bane. "I don't really want to be in this city if there's any risk of it going *boom*." Something inside her feels warm when she says that word.

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Plastique, leaning against the warehouse doorway, breathes in the salty Miami bay air. She closes her eyes, allowing the bright sun to warm her skin, and then opens them as she smiles at Bronze Tiger who appears to be doing something similar.

"So, what do you think of ze new girl?" Plastique twitches her head back slightly at Onomatopoeia, who she's not had to work with yet. "I heard that she has a fetish for words, or something equally as bizarre."

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Nestled within the safety of a bulletproof convoy, Gorilla Grodd watches through the eyes of his puppet terrorists as the battle unfolds. His powers are not hindered by walls, and he has not only maintained control over his Cubans, he has also enthralled several of the National Guardsmen that mobilized to repel the attack. Any time a soldier has snuck around far enough to come to his convoy, Grodd has simply seized hold of the Guardsman's mind and compelled them to place their head in his mouth. Six headless bodies litter the floor around him. If he can get a few more, Grodd muses, he can decorate the convoy with a corpse carpet.

A signal on one of his jerry-rigged consoles flashes, and Grodd spins, dropping the arm that he was chewing on.

"Metahuman activity detected... oh, really."

Unless it was Deathstroke and the Society coming to call, Grodd has nothing to fear.

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"Comrade!" One of the controlled Communists salutes Grodd, completely ignoring the headless bodies and seeing the massive gorilla as a Cubano in a military uniform flourished with medals. Not that he'd care if he could see Grodd for who he is; he's completely mentally beholden to the gorilla.

"We approach our destination, and the men are eager to destroy this Capitalist hellhole. I come to salute you for subduing the national guard as you said you would. Nobody has the charism that you do, my brother." The Cubano's eyes are fixed, and dilated.

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Grodd barely restrains a snicker at the hoodwinked human's expense. Of course, the fool only sees his great leader returning his salute, all decorum and dignity as these hairless children expect.

"The American pigs are no challenge, but reinforcements will be arriving soon. They are the last obstacle to our great mission. Gather your men and be prepared: the Capitalist dogs will most likely be attacking from the skies."

If there's one thing Grodd's always been good at, it's talking a good line. Of course, the Cubans will be blown to kingdom come right along with the rest of Miami."

Twenty Minutes Later

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Count Vertigo easily keeps pace with the plane, sneering at the occupants within. The plane isn't even necessary - he could easily carry all six of his fellow Suicide Squad members in his magnetic field.

None of them had been keen on the idea. Cowards.

Vertigo has no need of a machine to tell him they're near the drop zone. He is intimately attuned to the polarities of the Earth.

"Come!" bellows Vertigo up to the plane. "Let the slaughter begin!"

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"Dear God..." Rebecca closes her eyes, and then begins to laugh. This is complete madness. She sees Bane leap out of the plane with his parachute pack and laughs even more. That will have to be quite a parachute.

"After you, Cheshire." She waits for the assassin to hook her line, before stepping behind her.

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Cheshire isn't stupid. As she's about to make her jump she kicks backwards at Onomatopoeia, jumping free from the plane and adjusting her position so she shoots like a rocket down to earth, before unleashing her chute.

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Rebecca recovers from the hard blow, being pulled up straight by hands behind her. Plastique. She stifles her giggles, and slides her hood over her head. Why the hell not.

Taking a few strides toward the door, she dives out of the plane, where as she falls she sees the massive arrangement of terrorists in the city square, firing at civilians and escorting what could be a parade float except it's literally coated in men with assault rifles.

This looks more like something from a third world country than the south-east coast of the USA. Rebecca barely has time to say *whoosh* before noticing that some of the terrorists are firing up at her, Bane, Cheshire, and whoever else may be plummetting in the direction of the convoy. She manoeuvres her parachute and aims to land on the roof of city hall.

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Roy adjusted his red shades as he walked beside Ollie, even though the three of them were here to work it didn't mean him and Donna couldn't have some fun away from Lian.

"It's not as hot as I expected it to be." He stated before grabbing the water bottle from the blond archer. "I bet you're wishing we took a nice cool air conditioned cab now."

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"Whatever you say old man."

Roy just pats Ollie on the shoulder, it wasn't as if he watched something that was too close to work anyway.

"So do we have a contact here, or are we actually on our own?"

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Count Vertigo's having the time of his life.

As it turns out, these Cubans have crap aim anyway, and disoriented they're far more likely to shoot each other than to bother shooting at him. One genius started firing straight up and was killed a moment later by his own bullets. Vertigo laughed so hard he let the Vertigo Effect down for a moment and almost got his head blown off for his trouble.

He's proficient enough in hand-to-hand, but for now Vertigo's letting Bane and Tiger handle the brawling, softening their opponents up with rapid-fire vertigo waves. Indifferent to the citizens caught in the crossfire, he doesn't notice the incoming approach of three tourists to dumb enough to run into the fray rather than from it.

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A terrorist in an old Soviet uniform, being directly controlled by Grodd at this very moment, stops and then drops to his knee to aim at Vertigo from an angle. "Ineffectual human fool."

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The bullet rips through Vertigo's shoulder, and he bellows in pain.

Like a bird, Vertigo falls from the sky, landing straight in the midst of the enemy forces... who are regaining their faculties very quickly.

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It doesn't take much to turn Cheshire into a traitor against her team, and the possibility of ten million just to turn on these fools is too great an opportunity to waste. As she's about to carve a hole in a Cuban's kidneys, she whirls about and shivs a Multiplex clone with her claws.

"Nothing personal, you irritating little runt."